We Will Win. 

I’ve been thinking about this lately. How the media, religion, societal standards all want us to be “normal.” To not have different sexual orientations, to not live on various gender spectrums, to not have different body types, to “look professional because you’re an adult now”, because your skin has a different shade, to not get excited because a video game you’ve been excited about comes out but watching sports literally all the time is totally cool. Consuming Fox News constantly is all okay. 
It’s weird because by this point, most of those “not normal people” are out and proud now. So don’t we outweigh them yet? It’s hard for me to understand why it’s so important to hold onto ideals that kill people. Self righteous egotism that makes teenagers kill themselves sometimes even wrapped in the “kindness” of religion because some person somewhere told them no one will love them because they wear a dress or don’t. All of this is ridiculous to me. 
It weighs extremely heavy on me because I was that kid. I’ve met those kids. And those kids turn into adults. Extremely broken, but no one would know it, adults. 
We have parades for non normality because we still have to. Because women are still paid less. Because people of color still get denied work on the basis of their name. Because gay people can still lose their job based on who they go home with. Transgender people can’t go into whatever bathroom they belong to without being arrested or walk down the street without their existence pissing someone off and then they get beaten to death. 
Is this ridiculous for anyone else!? I stand for many things. I stand for science. I stand for being who you need to be to be able to love yourself without hurting others. I stand for consent. I stand for body autonomy. I stand against the president for the hatrid he spreads. I stand for those who can’t stand up for themselves yet. But most importantly I stand for love. And even sometimes love gets frustrated. So fuck all this shit. Millinials may have a bad name but once all the baby boomers die off, this will be our world. And we will make it better. And I will fight for that. Because too many people have died for hating themselves. And I’ll be damned that when we have control that will ever happen again. 

We Will Win. 

We don’t know why

As long as I don’t breathe I wont see you.
Sometimes, love isn’t enough
And we don’t know why
But everything happens for a reason
And even if that’s not the case
We have to believe it

It’s the only thing we can believe
When the loneliness sets in

And you can’t drink anymore
Because your world is blurred

And your breathing is shallowed
And the walls start moving
And you close your eyes
And the tears they burn
And the nails dig deeper
And you clench your jaw
And your noises muffle
And you sleep

But you never want to
Because you always wake up.

We don’t know why

Just Keep Writing

I was at a poetry reading last night and came across this thought of
Just Keep Writing
The people we look up to are not great, they are dedicated
They are good because when they don’t know what to do,
they do That Thing you think they’re good at instead of
Well, whatever you’re doing right now to not do
That Thing you want to be good at
I need to write when I don’t feel like it
Write for writings sake
Write when I have no feeling
And write when I have so much feeling nothing comes out
Write one word across ten pages hundreds of times
Until, something happens
And something will happen
Because out of one thousand poems
One, one has to be the one
It’s not greatness
It’s dedication
Or sometimes,
It’s just not knowing what to do
But doing That Thing anyway.

Just Keep Writing

Moving On(II)

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You were the reason I even went to that stupid site
You took a picture of me at 7am
After we stayed up all night
The first time I really ever held you tight
And I knew in that moment everything was going to be
All right
Two years have passed and a few months lay wasted
I wish I would have known then how all this ended
I don’t want to move forward but the link to the past
Has been broken
You wont return my texts and every one says
You’re much happier now
I could move on, I just don’t know how
All your things are in a box
Underneath a staircase, taped up
I keep having dreams of you while a beautiful girl
Sleeps next to me
I don’t know how to be alone
I don’t know what I need
I’ll just keep deleting the parts of me
that remind me of you
And hope eventually this hallowed feeling finally
Leaves.

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