The Poets Agenda

Originally posted on Betty Generic:

To hang stars one by one
Sieving rust into glitter
To build dreams from ashes
To look for patterns in brocade and well worn paths of memory
cutting through forests and fields and
swimming through streams of tomorrows
and navigating minefields of detached yesterdays
Through snow and storms
Until one day

I remember everything,
Whispers the sea
And the poet asks,
Tell me
Tell me
When time began
Tell me
Why that smile is impossible to forget

Tell me how to start over
Tell me

The sea
And the moon
And the stars
And the lark
And the still small voice

To rage
To love
To hope
To dream
To feel
To defend

To remember
When forgetting would make all the pieces fit
Because they should know
the pieces never really fit

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Small, reductionist.

WARNING – Fueled by an outraged(indignant) emotional state, so you know, everything is a little up there, if that’s gonna piss you off, stop here, or read on and get into an argument with me about it, maybe you’ll help me see it from another perspective

I’m gonna express my views about the following article and issues related to it that were conjured up in my mind

Something about sharing these¬†unnerving¬†articles and spurs of journalistic stupidity makes me feel like I’m propagating the miniaturization of ‘happenings’ they present with tiny closed up mindsets, but they’re just so ridiculous I feel like I need to make sure you see the ridiculousness too,,,,backwards as that may be, read the story, then wash your mind with some Dr. Seuss, because I doubt anything else can cure you of the brain cells you will probably lose reading this,,,,just saying


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I don’t shave

So I’m taking an Intro to Lit. class, and we’ve been studying Fight Club (we watched the movie, didn’t have to read the book, talked about it, had a blast, my professor is awesome!) and we had to do an essay on whatever, as long as it related to the material in some way or another. I’ve talked about this to a few people because it comes up when I lift my arms, or show my legs, but I feel like this essay puts my views forward in a clearer way, and seeing as this blog is essentially an extension of myself I thought I would share it.

I thought about taking out the Fight Club references, but I love the movie,,,,and I didn’t feel like it.

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Some kind of fear, or courage

I’ve been experiencing this feeling for the longest time, and it just becomes more daunting and daunting each time that I do. I don’t know if there is a single word for it, if you know of one please let me know. If you’ve read most of my blog, you’ll know that I’m a writer, of many sorts, mostly splashing pages with my running thoughts, trying to catch up with them, but on occasion I write poetry. Sometimes I write satisfactory poetry, the kind that sends some kind of message and speaks to someone, which is all I could ever ask for. Sometimes I write crap poetry that should actually never ever be seen by anyone, lest it disintegrates their brain cells with its toxic worthlessness (yes I’m exaggerating,,,,maybe). What scares and excites me the most is my last piece being my best piece. I think that’s all I have to say about that. I’m in a weird place right now where I’m feeling extremely vulnerable. It’s an exciting place, because it means something (I’m trying to figure out what) has pushed me so far into myself and forced me out, and now I don’t have anywhere to hide. I know there is something extraordinary about vulnerability, and what lies in those moments. The truth, naked, stripped of all the layers we pile on everyday of our life. I hope this feeling doesn’t go away. It sucks terribly! It’s a little terrifying, just like the feeling of not being able to live up to your last piece! But there is something in this place waiting to be found, and with these thoughts I’m brewing in my mind, I welcome it. I only hope my forwardness doesn’t scare anything back in.


Wait for it, Or go after it?

So there’s something I want. It’s not really important, I just can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s really been frustrating me for a while.

It’s something I could probably live without, and I would eventually get over it, but I kinda don’t want to. I have this agreement with my mind right, if there’s something we both like, and are interested in (we being heart and mind) we let it take over both of us. That’s dumb right? Have one foot on the ground and what not for Pete’s sake. Yeah I know that, and I understand that,,,,logically, but it just doesn’t translate into a reality.

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