“I like the idea of a motto,“ she goes on. “I think an inspirational quote can get you through hard times.” “Like what?” asks Gat. Mirren pauses. Then she says: “Be a little kinder than you have to.” We are all silenced by that. It seems impossible to argue with. Then Johnny says, “Never eat anything bigger than your ass.” “You ate something bigger than your ass?” I ask. He nods, solemn.
Man just went from this.....
To this !!!!
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Doesn't a word look weird when we stare at it long enough? Doesn't the alphabet look slightly meaningless when we write it over and over again? Here's one: CLING C-LING, C-L-ING, C-L-I-NG, C-L-I-N-G. Does this make sense? It doesn't sound like a word the more you say it. It doesn't look like a word the more you write it. The curves and strokes, dots and dash!
Isn't it how the name of the people you love changes? At some point, it stops being a name, a word that belongs to them. It becomes a feeling that belongs to you. It stops sounding like a word or a random string of letters. It becomes a string of feelings you cling to when life falls apart. Their name on your phone screen stops looking like a word. Every notification and phone call conjures an image of them looking at you and smiling before you can even look at it twice. That particular string of curves and strokes, dots and dash Once belonged to them and is now beloved by you Which you randomly write in the air because it gives you comfort.
Sometimes we take names for granted without realizing the power it holds. When all it takes is that one word to appear on your screen to get you through another tiring day.
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“Whatever causes night in your soul may leave stars.”
— Victor Hugo
Give me sudden collapses. Please.
Give me stumbling and wavering and vision going blurry before going black.
Give me running and faltering and crumpling like a ragdoll.
Give me standing up mid-argument and words trailing off and eyes rolling back.
Give me slamming into things on the way down. Give me frantic, scrambling catches by the unprepared. Give me a soft thud and heads turning back in unison.
Give me curses, give me worry, give me eyes that close and do not open.
Give me a fight that’s over, give me looking up at the sky in relief, give me letting go.
Give me the sight of legs that no longer work, of eyes that flutter shut, of a body dropping to the floor.
maybe the rain is there to teach us that falling is beautiful. some people are a map when you didn’t realize you were lost. you’re the ache that never left, the first line of an unfinished song. it doesn’t have to be a poem to be poetry.. have you seen how carefully the light can touch your face? and even though I’m an abandoned house in search of a ghost, I don’t need anything from you. I want everything with you.
you're not hard to love. you were only made to feel that way by someone who didn't know how.
Starry Night ⭐
Lying down on our grassy lawn,
Stars arranged like they're drawn,
Little fingers intertwined,
Playing on loop Seeing blind.
Then, you stand up to light your cigar,
That's when I see a shooting star.
I see your face through lighters flame,
And realize both are the same.
(04.12.20)
Attempt at a prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting 's December prompts.
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Every single odd number has an “e” in it.
The mornings after a rainy night,
Reminds me of all our crazy fights.
The way few droplets hold onto leaves,
I held us tying my pain in sheaves.
The sky looks empty without a cloud,
Reflecting me and the things you vowed.
And slowly the day gets bright in time,
I bethink how I left right in time.
The mornings after a rainy night,
Reminds me there's always space for light.
(26.10.20)
Is the moon envious of the sun?
And it's radiance that cannot be outdone?
Is that why she hides behind the earth?
Calls it an eclipse but, doubting her worth.
What does she see when she looks into the lake?
Her molten silver face or the distortion that ripples make?
Is this why poets always write about her desolate beauty?
Because she's more like us than any character from a movie.
A celestial body far far away
Like all our insecurities in display
How many times have we envied others radiance,
And hid away from an audience?
Doubting our worth, causing self-esteem distortion
By looking at a person's life only in portion?
So like her, we go through phases
And like her, we grow through phases.