Breathe In
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out
Spit, and shit and disgust
Unavoidable
Shame and pity for the sidewalk rock
Heartbeat - thump
Heartbeat - thump
Heartbeat - thump
Icy veins on concrete blocks
Fear
A burden too heavy for one
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Blow after blow, shatters and cracks
Fragile
Hatred stares down unforgiving
Heartbeat - thump
Heartbeat - thump
Endless blossoms,sun,leaves,and snow
Precious
Beauty that held my hand and punished me
Breathe in
Breathe out
Save me, leave me, kill me
Tired
Occupy no space and become No One
Heartbeat - thump
Closed eyes and deep breaths
Fly
I’m a superhero unable to survive
Breathe in
Versailles to ---------
(*Note – a work in progress)
Versailles to ———
One in 7 Billion
One in one hundred
What makes one better than one
Cover my eyes
Feed me dangerous lies
Tell me how you think I’m supposed to live this life
You who chase things, chase people
Call them happiness
Ha-ha Happiness
Just a word
A collection of lines
Too small
Incapable of capturing the feeling of rain on a sunny day
Of being wrapped up by the stars
#poetry #poem #happiness #power #decisionmakers #liveyourownlife #Versailles
Golden Trophy
I just wrote this stream of consciousness style after watching some award show clips. I actually don’t hate award shows, although I’m not a huge fan. Its more that I find them rather insulated from the realities of the world even when they try and acknowledge the issues faced by many. So that was kind of the genisis of this randomness, that in my mind takes place at an Oscar’s style show in a future even worse off then the our present.
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“are you ready sir”
“of course I’m fucking ready”
“remember these people pretty much hate to laugh at anything that could be the slightest bit controversial, unless it’s about you know who, or you know what. That silence you hear means you’re doing great.”
“Fuck off Stanley”
“Fucking off Sir”
“and we’re going live in 5, 4, 3 . . . ” Two fingers, one finger, Go.
“hello everyone and welcome to tonights 123rd...”
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“are you ready”
“of course I’m fucking ready”
“remember these people hate being told they’re anything less than perfect. Their silence and anger means you’re doing a good job.”
“Fuck off Felicia”
“Aye Aye Captain. Knock em dead”
“Taking control in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1”
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“and the winner is... and the winner is...”
“who the fuck is that?”
“security!”
Captain wandered across the floor, the lights, the coruscant stage, the shiny pretty people seated below her, she could feel the intoxicating rush of the spectacle. There was an aura of weak power that radiated through the building and from these people; a delusional, self congratulatory power. To Captain they were all ego wrapped up in false platitudes.
These people made her sick. Captain wanted to puke the disgusting half digested contents of her stomach all over their stupid show, a visceral depiction of what she thought of them and this. She felt the flush of adrenaline and anger surging through her veins, realizing that she had made her way out far enough that she was being noticed. She heard the hazy calls for security, saw the confused stares of the two men on stage and those in the audience who were not aware of what was taking place. To those in the know, positions were already being taken up, months of planning coming together beautifully, a perfect orchestration, it made Captain smile.
She saw the microphone and began to stride forward, her path intersected by the man in velvet. Grabbing her arm he attempted to haul her away from the stage, struggling to contain his anger, the knowledge that this was being broadcast live a prison that forced him to remain semi-civil so as not to harm his reputation.
Captain smiled up at him “hello”
“come on. Let’s take you back stage, we’re busy”
“oh I know”
Captain looked out at the crowd, faces beginning to realize that this was not some planned stunt, a sea of annoyed and angry eyes barely visible by the blinding spotlights that illuminated the scene playing itself out on stage.
“Hello” she waved to the crowd and smiled.
Time to start the show.
With a swift and unexpected movement she removed the large blade she had conceled in her jacket and with no hesitation grabbed the velveteen man. One smooth motion and he lay on the stage floor drowning wordlessly in himself.
Ignoring the man Captain watched as the crowd panicked, some reached for weapons that weren’t there, left at home unallowed inside the theatre, others stood in shock and panic, while others screamed and ran for the doors. The ones at the doors realized it first, when with every push and pull the doors refused to budge, and every order yelled at a staff member fell upon deaf ears. This was not a single crazy person, something bigger was happening.
On stage Captain stood patiently waiting, waiting for someone to play hero and try and come after her. However it appeared the large blade and calm demeanor made most think twice. No one here was willing to die.
#Awards #AwardsShow #Trophies #Ego
Kim Namjoon UN Speech
Maybe I made a mistake yesterday, but yesterday’s me is still me. I am who I am today, with all my faults. Tomorrow I might be a tiny bit wiser, and that’s me, too. These faults and mistakes are what I am, making up the brightest stars in the constellation of my life. I have come to love myself for who I was, who I am, and who I hope to become.
- BTS’ UN Speech given by Kim Namjoon
190613
Obsession; dangerous, pathological, not normal
Passion; meaningful, desirable, purposeful
the line between the two - Ctrl + B
but sometimes that line
it's much harder to see
My passion has been called an obsession,
but my passion has led to self love
a desire to try hard
to be better
What you call obsession
many call their hope
a lighthouse that navigated them to safety
to the harbour of home
Before we were lost in a forest
then a purple light reached out to us
showing us how to love ourselves
A paradise awaited us
nevermind what others might say
daydreaming, believing in our selves
Awake at last, our souls singing out
reflections of our past
my persona I’ve learned to embrace
you call it obsession, I call it the answer
#Obsession #Passion #Poetry #LoveYourself #LoveYourPassions #BeWeird #DoYou