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.
Friendship means no less
Over there, than on these shores
Where we fight a battle for brothers’ lives,
Sisters and wives.
Because as he opens his eyes wide,
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
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
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
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.
To the soldiers across the sea
Seeing friends die
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.
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,
the edges of my eyes.
then it stops.
they put the styrofoam away
and the beast is sealed away in its cave again.
My brother tells me
“Don’t think about it too much.”
Yet I can only
Think about it 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,
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
And me, a
Bottled up brown neck
So full yet I can only barely
Stretch open my throat to give you these words.
That you don’t understand me.
Don’t understand the pain I’m in,
The pressure that builds up from never speaking;
But never breaking
Because I won’t let it.
Won’t let out the torrent of words
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.
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:
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.
i dont look
Cool ball of apathy
Covered in broiling emotions
Encased in skin
Laced with indifference
once was enough
there are no more dry patches
can’t you see there’s a drought going on over there?
there once was a wish
a little girl wish
she wanted to be something
She didn’t get her wish.
once upon a time
there was a girl
she was Dark
but she was Good
she was Smart
but she couldnt Understand
once upon a time
there was a girl
she cried Forever
and then she couldnt anymore