poems

I do occasionally write poetry, mostly on slips of paper in class when i am frustrated with how slow things are going or how stupid i am in grasping this or that. Once I had a very productive poetry session in a cafe when i had locked myself out of home and had nothing but a napkin to write on.

Here are two that i found in my planner, forgotten and written in April

They were both on a slip of paper, which i had 'titled' "such a beautiful mind, such frightening actions"

We are wide awake at night
Perfect silence thought in flight
Pure escape from suffocation
Humans become a solitary nation

(I wrote this when i saw every one falling asleep in class one day...I still remember distinctly how sleeping beauty-esque the classroom became and how i felt like i was the only one awake)

(I cut out the first bit of the next poem because it is an angry, proud line which isn't nice to write here)

I do get angry/proud so i shall include the first bit. I think it began as a crude sort of rant and progressed into something a little more poetic.

I have such disdain for humanities messes and petty quarrels,
it's hatred and bitter,bitter love.

The rifts, the chasms the wounds that rip
open flesh and pull out our pathetic
beating hearts-clinging on to vestiges of life for reasons they know not.

Hearts that would rather be still and
relinquish the threads that tie us to earth

Shoot upward, atmosphere cutting away others and you I have only self.
Cold, naked, spinning in space.
Perfectly weightless, all is in place.

body bits

The other night Emily and I were having a conversation over which part of our bodies were our favorite (degrading metonymy perhaps but i think euphemistically its better to call it self reflection and body appreciation because honestly i like talking about bodies. ok now i just sound slightly manical.)

Hers was her gorgeous gorgeous hair (Which by the way I think is GORGEOUS i wish I had thick wavy hair too) and her eye lashes. 

Mine was the crease my shoulders make when I raise my arms, and my ears (once in secondary school a girl said she loved my ears and wanted to draw them which reminded me of just how much I like them too. Perhaps that's why i touch them so much when I'm nervous)

Anyway, After seeing someone shaming another person for her body this week, I needed to write this as a way of reminding myself and readers that BODY SHAMING IS NOT OK and BODY LOVING IS NOT PRIDE OR VANITY it is HEALTHY. I shall try to be unabashedly proud of my body, although in its entirety there are bits i struggle with loving but i'll start with the small parts. And hopefully you'll look at your body too and see how weirdly wonderful your eyebrows are or marvel at the intricate delicacy of your wrist veins or think how graceful the slope of your back is.

God sees nothing but beauty in you.

-Kate Wicker

I feel like the wind has given up on breathing.