I Like the way Blueberries look when they are stuck Beneath your Toes.

Do not fight for me or fight for you or fight for me to fight for you. Let us stand with our heads held high and our swords and our shields on the ground by our side, not hurting or fighting anything. We can stand back to back, not seeing each other, but knowing we are there to let us be free and let others be free and letting us just be. Not fighting anything. I do not want to feel your face break under the force of my hand, I do not want to hear your back break on the land when you are falling off the roof of a five story building. The five story building doesn't seem too scary, doesn't seem too tall, but when it holds your life in the palm of its hand and can break your back when you land, tell me, five stories isn't enough. We will never fight for anything. We will stand on a hill and tell the world what we think and what we believe in. We will shout out our rules and dreams and what we think is right. But if They disagree, they Disagree and a battle royale won't solve their problems. Hold my hand and stare into my back, read my freckles like constellations forming the future and changing the past. I'd like to say I'd like to be in history books, but I do not want to be, I will never be, History. I will be the present and the future and the past, the now and the forever and the past few millenniums, but I will never be the history.


All I know is that all around the nation
The girls are crying
And the boys are masturbating.

The Fall

A really really really
Really
Beautiful film.
Get off of my blog and go watch it.
Right now.

I wish things were...

Sacred.
Holy.
Beautiful.
Rare.
Common.
Ordinary.
Extraordinary.
Black.
White.
Rainbows.
Paper.
Bruised.
Fixed.
Brand New.
Broken.
Old.
Used.
Tired.
Sore.
Higher.
Lower.
In the Middle.
Cinnamon.
Kickin'.
Hills.
Oceans.
Blind.
In shadows.
In light.
Proud.
Happy.
Dire.
Desired.
On Fire.
Cold.
Rain.
Loved.
Ugly.
Unbearable.
Hard to take.
Open.
Closed.
Remembered.
Forgotten.
Roads.
Cobblestone Streets.
Brick Houses.
Chimneys.
Smoke.
Foggy.
Clear.
Covered.
Shrouded.
Helpful.
Answers.
Questions.
Tests.
Trivial.
Consequences.

Kooza

The most incredible thing I've seen in a long time. Possibly the most incredible thing I've ever seen. I cried, literally the moment it started.



And the Wheel of Death was the most amazing of it all. My heart may have stopped beating for a few seconds.
It was breathtaking.

I will tell you a story when you stop telling me about the innocence of God and Nature combined. And I will tell you a story when you stop reminding me where I am in relation to where you are. I don't want to know anymore. I will tell you a story when you stop letting me taste my own tears. I don't even like salt water. I will tell you a story when Sufjan stops playing on repeat in my mind, grooming my thoughts and taming my brain. I will tell you a story about the history of the planet. How tens of thousands stars exploded before we were even considered. How those tens of thousands of stars are missed. How much their neighbors in the universe miss them and want the warmth of their light and their touch back. How those tens of thousands of stars fell back down in clumps creating everything we know and knew and are waiting to discover. I will tell you a story when you've finished writing books and stories and papers on the thoughts inside your head that don't even exist. You wish they did. I will tell you a story when you stop singing songs to soothe your own aching heart. I will tell you stories of where I came from and the smoothie of fruit and wine from which I was made. The blender of color and and trees and sign language from which a hand reached into and found me there, lurking in shadows of light and space. I will tell you stories of how I was waiting to be found, and the fingers that grazed my back were the best I could have hoped for. I will tell you stories when you stop lying. When you stop pretending your a giant and a savoir and something bigger and greater than anything I could have ever imagined. Let's pretend like you are. We can pretend that you have ears the size of elephants, and that youll take the time to listen even if you are 368 miles away. I will tell you stories of my father and my mother and the way they liked to yell. I will tell you how we went outside to pretend like we weren't here. About how we built houses in the trees made up of needles and leaves. I will tell you stories of my sister and my cousins, how we had races and drew faces in the sand. How everything used to be sand. I will tell you of the crayfish and the frogs and the monsters we found. I bet you never knew. I will tell you a story when you stop hunting for gold in the darkness and the blindness of iron minds and cole mines and corn fields. I will tell you of the way our legs would itch after running through the neighbors yard, chasing lightning bugs and picking flowers and chasing each other. I will tell you of the way my ears itch waiting to hear you. Waiting to make sure you remember, even though I know you won't. I will tell you stories when you stop throwing your thoughts away and when you stop burning down everything you built. All the houses made of twigs and hay. I will tell you stories when you stop killing yourself and stop breathing fire like a dragon. I will tell you stories I think you'd really like to hear. Stories you wouldn't even believe. I will tell you stories.

I Have Given Up On Poetry and Given Into the Nonsence that is My Mind

I am talking to myself.
Tell me, I'm not
Talking to myself.
Right?!
Thoughts are simply noises in my head,
I feel I deserve a quiet night.
I would never want to be inside your brain.
Your insane and don't know how to stop
Yourself.
I don't know how to tell a lie.
I am hearing things I've never heard before.
I am listening,
I'm listening!
Its driving me mad.
I'm mad.
Tell me, I'm not
Mad.
Right?!
I am taking the time to explain
And to hear
And to accept.
You are green
And I learned sign language
And beautiful things.
What do you know?
I must explain
And hear
And accept
And look at beautiful things.
What must you do?
Divide yourself in half
So that one side does what you say it should
While the other listens
To ever other person on this planet
Telling you who you should be
And who you are.
You aren't good enough to know yourself,
To be yourself.
Don't you know?
As long as I'm not talking to myself.
Tell me, I'm not
Talking to myself.
Right?!

The Life and Times of Strangers That See Each Other Every God Damn Day

We are all fighting something.
We don't know what we're fighting.
You make me want to throw up
And dump acid on the lives of strangers
And watch them claw at each other
To tear
Their world a
Part.
I love the lives of strangers.
You won't notice this is coming from me
Unless I leave a finger print.
One small part
Bit
That you see through a telescope
That lets you know I'm here.
I am the latest and the
Greatest and everyone
Everyone
Wants a part of me.
I am the rooftop garden
In which you plant
Seeds of wisdom
Hoping they grow into an answer
And an answer and
An answer and never ask questions.
I am the oldest and the wisest
And the only living girl on this half of the equator.
We cut the world in two.
I am the farthest from salvation because God wants me to rot
So that God can forgive.
I am an apple tree
And a pear
And opposable thumbs.
As if that makes me special.
If only I were special.
Break open the part of me you want to see most.
Hold one hand and pull the other
Until I am ripping at the seams
And you can see all of the bugs spilling out of me.
I am not that dark inside.
They are lady bugs
And butterflies
And fleas
That know how to tickle
But never to please.
We are writing letters on our walls
To each other
To each other.
If only we could read!
You're teeth look orange.
You should get that fixed.