Merry December

Last week was hard.

I had to re-evaluate so much of what I believed, both about myself and about the outside world. I don't like that what-so-ever.

So I write. I create. I dream and plan, and I envision the world as I want it to be, and then I figure out how to be the unicorn I want to see in the world.

I need to write more, so I'm challenging myself to at LEAST one blog post every week. Sometimes they'll be inspired. Often they won't be, but I told my students that writing every day is the ONLY way to get better at writing. I'm taking my own advice.

10 minute writing prompt (FULL DISCLOSURE: stolen from http://blog.ed.ted.com/2015/11/17/21-fun-things-to-write-about-in-10-minutes-or-less/)
Write the ad for an expensive new drug that improves bad posture. Now, list the possible side effects.

Response:
STRAYTERAN - the new posture aid that keeps improves your confidence, your health, and your interview prospects! Tests have shown a drastic increase in the oxygen flow through your body when you sit correctly, and you don't even have to be conscious of your body for it to work! Simply take one in the morning, and you're covered for all day!

Big presentation coming up at work? Don't stress- Strayteran is here for you! With a little chemical assistance, your posture will scream confidence! The alignment of your spine will also trigger all kinds of happy-making feelings in your brain as well, so you will not only appear more confident but you'll feel it too!

**(At this point in writing the ad, I realize that advertisements tend to have absolutely horrid sentence structure. I wonder what the research was that started all that, but not enough to look it up.)**

Side effects may include: dizziness, wheezing, loss of vision, severe brain trauma, calcified nodules in your left elbow, and death. Do not take Strayteran if you are pregnant or may become pregnant. Talk with your doctor about whether Strayteran is right for you!!



........

Well that was awful, but it's done.

Let me tell you about...

Let me tell you about
being Loved

about
how you get stronger
how you rise up
how you can do more

about
roses because you deserve them
notes because she knows you need them
kisses because he knows otherwise you will wake up worried that he's not there

about
feeling the chasm between you and adversity
feeding the dreams you never told anyone else
flying, untethered, to the heights that Icarus never dared...
         and coming home to nest safely where they never clip your wings.

about
silence and quickened heartbeats right before you ask for what you want, knowing that all you need to do is ask and be brave and let the words fall out of your mouth and your requests will be met joyfully.
laughter and smiles and the way you look at me when I glow
stories I tell about fruit tarts being my favorite and how they magically appear in the fridge.

about
feeling heard
feeling seen
feeling loved

about
the moment she pops in your mind and all you can do is smile
the sound your phone makes when he sends you a message
the support so thick that it blocks out hardship

about
how you grow
how you stretch
how you can do anything

Let me tell you about the real deal love.

Suffering

I would rather
hurt
than live without
understanding

Part of me wanted
-curious-
to know...
So I never
asked
for an end,
just wisdom

Even if it needed
payment in blood.

Guilt

Lingering tendrils of "should"
Squeeze and release
Constrictor
But no life of its own
Feeds on inorganic matter
Unrequited apologies
Loss
Less choices...leftover choice
Powerless
Painted as something
Monstrous
Internalized judgement

You don't define me
My choices do
My words do
My actions

I'm here to take back
no

Here to re-create
no

Here to forge anew

My purpose
              identity
                      self

Ready. Set. Forgive.

10th

Never in a month of Sundays
Did I expect this
Wind
Shredding skin with tiny dirt bits
It pulls at my clothing,
Threatening to lift me or rend
Threads, leaving me exposed.

I
Feel
Naked. Vulnerable. Utterly at the mercy
Of sheer force.
Floored.
At one with all the
insignificant crawlers of the surface
Unity in anonymity
Unseen

Pure power. my laugh echoes
fundamental falsehood of safety
humanity clings to their sticks and stones
I fling open my arms to embrace the
Wildness
Ferocity
Unbridled passion

...and just me
Depending on the moving air
Breath of Life

Breath

Stress-ball to the left of me
Coke-head to the right
Her I am, stuck in the middle with you

Fog surrounds each smoker, wafting
Gently away
Hold
Lungs burn either way- ashes
Are lack of oxygen
Holding my breath
The same
But ashes rip-burn pockets of dystrophy in my lungs
Much more death-y than going without
life-atoms
completely

Oh the irony

Poem for the 5th

Four older siblings
One of the basic musical structures
A major key, usually paired with a minor fall
Beethoven had one

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Yeah, this should probably be a riddle for Smaug or something like that. Remind me to be a better writer next time. *smirks*