Tribute to Left Eye ღ

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Left Eye was my musical inspiration. I didn’t try to copy her style, but her tough as nails, “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee” style made me rethink my inspirations for my music, writing, and poetry.

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K.O.

Friendship means no less

No more

Over there, than on these shores

Where we fight a battle for brothers’ lives,

Sisters and wives.

Because as he opens his eyes wide,

Realizes,

He’s suffocating

Not from the depression he didn’t know he was harboring

But from the disease eating at his mind

The one he put there,

The one she was fed

The one that told them they couldn’t

When it was really that they shouldn’t.

So he takes the white cloud,

Puts a smokescreen in the air

To cover the fact that when they said he couldn’t

He just decided that he wouldn’t

Wouldn’t try

Try to be there for his daughter’s first birthday

Try to get his degree

Try to put himself on a pedestal so high

Where one could bring him down.

But he settled for less

Now he’s begging for more

More time

As she takes shot after shot

Raising her glass,

As they take shot after shot

Hearing the glass crash.

But every time he goes down

Every time failure is aimed his way

“Hands up, don’t shoot”

There’s always someone there

To lend a hand

To bite the bullet

Bring him back from the edge

To get him through it.

Those denizens of his life

The ones he thought were just passin’ through.

From ashes and dust

They built him up

Made him strong enough to stand

Look his fears in the eyes

And realize

That when they decided he couldn’t

He decided he wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t sit by and take the abuse

Conveniently forget and make an excuse.

He’d be his own man

Not what society built him to be

Because society made him of glass.

But friendship turned him to bricks of gold.

So

To the soldiers across the sea

Seeing friends die

Taking bullets

So we know how to be free

I salute you.

I thank you

For giving me the chance

To know how to be free

But to our brothers on this shore

Seeing friends die

Taking bullets and punches

So they can be free

I salute you, too.

I thank you

Because another one just got free.

Styrofoam

rubbing together,

squeak to squawk to squeal,

it rends its bloody talons

down the chalkboard

then turns to me,

looming, eyes glittering yellow.

this static monster

made up of blacks and whites and greys,

claws raking down my skin

seeping into my ears, head, mind,

bleeding me blue.

my mind is splitting

lodging in my throat,

my heart,

the edges of my eyes.

then it stops.

they put the styrofoam away

and the beast is sealed away in its cave again.

Brown Neck Bottled Malt

​My brother tells me

“Don’t think about it too much.”

Yet I can only

Think about it again

And again

And again.

Think about how the words won’t flow,

Spill over the glass of my mouth

Onto the page,

Soaking in my heart along the way.

When I can feel my thoughts as my words,

As they flow down my agate skin onto my pen,

Some go unnoticed

In the desolate maelstrom of my mind,

Dismissed

Forgotten and lost to the empty void.

Yet it is this same void that inspires me,

Regurgitating the words I used to say aloud,

The words that slid down my glass neck,

Bitter as those that spoke them.

You stand proud with

Your unbreakable barrier,

Not sealed but

Empty.

And me, a

Bottled up brown neck

So full yet I can only barely

Stretch open my throat to give you these words.

I’m sorry

That you don’t understand me.

Don’t understand the pain I’m in,

The pressure that builds up from never speaking;

Glass cracking

But never breaking

Because I won’t let it.

Won’t let out the torrent of words

Even once.

Letting out a drop will open the rest

And I don’t know

If I’m strong enough to pull it back in.

So I’ll sit,

A bottled up brown neck

Sealed tight at the lips

Tapping on the lid

To keep out the bubbles

That threaten to break me.

Savoring

As I lie here typing, I savor the final hours before I decide whether or not I need to move out of the country.

I’m very much perplexed by how America has turned from a “vote for the best candidate” Democracy to a “vote for the person least like the one I hate, and, oh, btw, they have to be in one of these two political parties” Democracy.

I was inspired to write this when a friend of mine answered one of my comments to her post supporting Trump like this:

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I’m sorry, what? Why?

Voting for president is supposed to be a step taken towards progress. After four years of watching the country decline and begin to turn on itself, I was hoping that the new president would be someone who I could take seriously and who would take all the issues seriously. Instead, we have Mrs. Clinton who looks down on all others and looks out for numero uno, and Mr. Trump who might have good intentions, but his pride disable him from taking the right action. I mean, come on people! The WikiLeaks of Clinton’s emails should be enough to discourage anyone from voting for her. And Trump’s supporters’ Purge-like mindset sometimes worries me more than he does, never mind the fact that he can’t seem to remember the fact that all he says is recorded so people notice when he changes his stances around. The man has hidden intentions! Also, does no one else know that there is a petition to keep him out of the UN? I’d sign it in a heart-beat because I feel like he could start an unnecessary war with anyone by opening his big, tactless mouth.

Let’s not even get into the fact that Trump actually supported Clinton before all this: “Donald Trump jumped into the crowded and rowdy Republican presidential field on Tuesday, but the business magnate has astutely played both sides of the aisle for years, and has been especially cozy — financially and personally — with Hillary Clinton.

Clinton, the Democratic front-runner and former New York senator who had some say over policy that could have impacted Trump’s vast business dealings, received donations from both him and son Donald Trump Jr. on separate occasions in 2002, 2005, 2006 and 2007, according to state and federal disclosure records.” (Politico)

I know Hillary, and I think she’d make a great President.” – Donald Trump, 2008 (Huffington Post)”

Furthermore, neither seem to be too concerned about issues that need to be addressed now: the Keystone XL Pipeline for one. I’ve seen countless videos on Facebook about it over the weeks and my heart goes out to all the Native Americans fighting for what is rightfully theirs. The comments I found from the two candidates concerning this issue date back to 2012/2013 (Trump) and September of last year (Clinton). And according to Grist, Clinton has been avoiding the issue for years: “When asked about her views on Keystone at a New Hampshire event earlier this month, she said, “If it is undecided when I become president, I will answer your question.” So there.” However, she apparently took a stand a month after that (September 2015) saying she was against it. Trump was obviously for it, back in January 2012: “Trump called President Barack Obama‘s rejection of the Keystone XL pipeline “disgraceful.” Trump added, “Frankly, we don’t need Canada. We should just be able to drill our own oil. As long as it’s there we certainly should have approved it. It was jobs and cheaper oil.”” However, what does he think now?

Honestly, watching these two’s debates is like watching two spoiled four-year-olds go at it. Why have we put ourselves through over a year of this hubris-fueled malarkey?

The real question: why is everyone so adverse to voting third-party?!

In an attempt to answer my own question, I asked Google. While one source I found encouraged third-party voters to vote for Clinton (“I support third parties and have voted for a few. But this is not the election to cast a presidential vote that way… A swing of even 1-2 percent of third party voters to Trump or Clinton may decide the election.“Huffinton Post) another (Free Press) encouraged third-party voters to stand by their beliefs, saying that when you take the defensive vote and choose the lesser of two evils, you are making yourself a “political prostitute.”

The lesser of two evils is still evil. Furthermore, we don’t know which of these two is really less evil. I’m a Christian, so I’m usually automatically with anyone who is Pro-Life, given that their other principles are similar to mine. Usually that person is a Republican. But please don’t misunderstand. I don’t associate with any particular party. Each candidate associates with a party, but they are not that party. Exhibit A: Trump. The Republican politicians do not fully support him. They probably think he’s mad. They’re probably not wrong.

Unfortunately, I’m too young to cast a vote. Just as unfortunate, it’s the few hours of voting, so maybe this whole spiel is lost on all of you. But I think this is will help someone out there make an informed, independent decision.

Nashvillean Kisses Tea

Ingredients:

2 tbsps Brown Sugar (don’t go overboard)

1 1/2 tbsps Creamer (liquid form; if you don’t have any, you can use 1/2 a tsp of vanilla extract and 1 tsp milk)

1 Tea Bag (green tea works best in my opinion, but lemon grass and other ordinary teas are good, too)

1 Teacup of Water

1 Empty Mug (to transfer the tea to)

Any extra water needed to cool

1 tbsp Sweetened Condensed Milk <–Most Important Ingredient

Directions

  1. Mix the sugar, creamer, and condensed milk in the empty mug
  2. Warm the teacup of water until it’s relatively hot and add the tea bag
  3. Pour the tea and into the mug and mix thoroughly
  4. Add additional cold water to cool down if necessary