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I don’t care what she says
Or if she didn’t even reply I’ll be fine She doesn’t matter Brains over beauty Brains over beauty
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My heart is not agreeing
With the words my hands are typing And I want to tell you How I feel But anxiety is taking over You’re scaring I promise My brain will not comprehend What is going on I sent a message You responded I sent another You did not I freaked out Stopped listening to logic And sent one more An hour ago You have yet to respond My brain doesn’t know what to do Your cuteness is causing me pain I don’t suddenly care about the Three hour drive Because all I want is to talk to you But what if you aren’t single What if you’re straight What if my brain is lying And this is all a cruel trick And I’m confused So confused By this mess inside my head You’re beauty is causing me problems Too many problems And because of it I accidentally came out To everyone Because I want to kiss you I want to hug you I want to be there for you And I barely know you I have a problem It’s clear as day And that problem just happens To be three hours away. Let us talk about that wall that is only two feet away. It towers above all and there seems to be no way around it. We often run into it as writers. This wall though it is only mental. It’s got a name and that name is Writer’s Block. What are we supposed to write when that giant wall towers in front of us. We can’t see all those good ideas just out of reach. Often we sit still and do nothing. Keeping to the assumption that it will go away. It does actually but not soon. And it definitely won’t go away in time for you to reach that due date. I’ve been told many times you got to ignore that wall and persevere. See if you keep walking forward eventually the wall will dissolve, but if you wait for it to go away on its own you’ll end up stuck. For the wall isn’t done after one try. It always comes back. You can’t give up when it blocks your path because there is no way of avoiding it. Just keep writing. Sometimes what you write during this time your writing will be absolutely terrible, but you got to remember you can go back and fix things. What you can’t do is go back and take that time you wasted.
I’m such a hypocrite though. It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve worked on my book. I keep saying I’ll do it tomorrow. You’ll feel like doing it tomorrow Mavry. That’s not how it works Mavry. If I don’t persevere I’m never gonna finish this book. I’m just as human as everyone else. I’m just as stuck as everyone else. I’m not one to preach about writing during times in which a wall blocks your path. My only redeeming factor is that I can keep these blog posts semi consistent. I’m Escape is part of life
Falling out of a cage Maybe gracefully Maybe crashing like a meteor There is no way to tell How you might fall out The people who seem the most clumsy May fall out with grace While the dancers and gymnasts May fall flat on their face However you may land You must have the courage to see That everyone is different And that everyone falls out Maybe not immediately It happens to all But never the same. Early in the morning
the bird sings to all the lost bees in the tress and early in the morning the child awakes for there and then they must frolick and early in the morning the mother rests unless of course the child is restless and early in the morning the sea breeze picks up and blows us all away and early in the morning the world awakes to the start of the working day and early in the morning the person screams and awakes all who weren’t awake and early in the morning the police arrive and find the dead body of Mr. Fry and early in the morning the stench of blood haunts Mabel Road till the dawn of time because early in the morning Mr. Fry had died with his son viewing him as unfit because one late afternoon Mr. Fry was sitting And he looked at his son with hatred for earlier that morning the son had told his father that he found a man. Yet despite what you may have thought the son did not kill Mr. Fry Mr. Fry fell down his stairs and landed brutally on the bottom his son was at the door for Mr. Fry had finally accepted his son what a terrible story for what could have been a real apology. As humans do we ever notice the impression we live with every step in our life. About all the lives we are changing by mearly existing. Even those of us who hide in the corner, practically invisible, are making a difference. By them occupying the corner someone else can’t. They are forcing someone else to try to be social. Each step we take effects someone else’s life. Turned to quickly walking down the hallway someone stops suddenly not to run into you and then ends up being late to class because of you. Missing the first half of class to get a pass. You just made it so someone lost a small amount of knowledge. You didn’t think about that did you?
Hold your breath
The gas is clouding the air It will choke you Leaving you gasping for air When all there is nitrogen It gives you three minutes To determine what your life was worth Flash back on your purpose Step by step You’ll figure out The purpose of life In those three minutes I’m so terribly sorry It had to end this way But those three minutes Are essential to death. I've reached out to several members of the LGBT+ community and have collected first person accounts on what it is like to be them. Here are the results:
I'm not patient
I'm not calm I feel like I'm ready one second and then the next I feel completely unprepared I want to tell the entire world but then realize I shouldn't if it wasn't for that gut sense of dread I would have told so many things I often judge my actions on that gut sense I know I shouldn't do something when my insides want to tear me apart that wouldn't be a good idea yet Average
we’re all just numbers very few are what they call average some are below others are above we don’t know where we stand we’re stuck not knowing but to the people above our chosen names don’t matter neither do our legal names we’re just seem as numbers and that isn’t fine we’re defined by our past even if we changed juvenial delinquency haunts you for anyone who isn’t a white male and it’s wrong I know but can we really blame them how else are they supposed to know us our thoughts and opinions are not on those transcripts of our lives at least not the ones that matter we’re devoid of depth trust me no one likes just beings numbers on a paper. In this world each individual believes in the perfect world. Where all their problems are washed away and it’s perfect. No one will ever truly achieve their perfect world because to get there requires problems and since in a perfect world there is no problems there is no perfect world. That doesn’t mean we can’t work to achieve it. We can’t work for everything we need. There is a chance that someday we achieve a world. Where no one has to suffer nearly as much. A world where equal rights are real and people don’t even talk about them. A world where poverty has been abolished and everyone has a place to live, big enough for their family. In this world, Earth will start colonizing on different planets. We’ll adventure out into the stars and find distant planets in which we can thrive. This world won’t be perfect. It will be pretty close though. There will still be death and disease, but we are working to stop disease. We accepted that death is meant to be. For without death people will keep on living and overpopulate every planet we live on. This world may not be perfect, but it sure does sound like a world I would like to live in.
I’m speaking to you guys today with no intention of you hearing my voice. You read these words as you, not knowing who is behind them. I’m an invisible force that tells you how I think. You might not care what you think. You might view my opinions as amusing. I don’t really know what to say today. I want to talk about metaphors, but that is relatively boring. So why am I talking to you guys today, because I told you I would. I set days of the week. Monday and Wednesday I need to be consist don’t I. I’m sorry about this pointless post today.
No one judges you
When they can’t see you Don’t know what you do Because there is nothing to judge That’s why inspiration Explodes at night Why our emotions Come out Tears Laughter Stomach aches For at night we know That we can feel We know we’re safe It used to be Before light bulbs That the night Was terrifying People died People disappeared In the dark Where we couldn’t see Now we can say Outloud at night Who we are Reassure ourselves For if we can say it Outloud It’s true I dare you That when you feel empty And everyone is asleep Reassure yourself out loud Of who you are If not to make you feel better Just to feel the truth Roll off your tongue It’s worth it. To most there is no future the entire world is just now they don’t even want to comprehend that all that they are doing is in the past. I know that they have reasons they are not just not caring I can’t see them they’re invisible I keep on trying to see but they are gone. What future is this one where no one cares all of this is in the past and no one seems to care they destroyed all hope of us truly knowing freedom ignorance is a blessing and it sure is cursing us. There is no rhythm to this
for I don’t need rhythm to explain that I tried so hard to work and keep all this underneath yet it keeps working its way out and there is nothing I can do and I just wish they knew the truth but they don’t know the truth see I once believed I had no chance but now I look into the future and I see that I do have a chance and no one really knew it do they even know it I’m hoping and I’m wishing that I’m not alone here for I see their future shrouded As if I’m not supposed to see so what is it in their future that involves me? Remember to stop pushing people. Stop pushing and pulling people to goals they don’t want. You’re hurting them you know that right. Your pushing and pulling is intoxicating. You’re poisoning them with your whims and not allowing them to develop their own. I doubt you mean too, you probably don’t know what you’re doing. I know I know some people require the push, but there is a point where a push is just you throwing them off a cliff. There is a better way. Don’t push just talk. Find out what they want appreciate their wishes. Maybe give them advice, help them out. Just don’t push, don’t throw them off a cliff.
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