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53081I can’t find a place to put you
I don’t know what you’ll do
Should I place you in a dark corner?
Or on a shelf?
In a room with a view
Atop the fence
Once scaled
There is the climbing down
So always leap
And meet the crash
Which underneath,
Steadies you
As your feet find the other side
And leave old wounds behind
My mind
Is as intermittent
As this hailstorm
I don’t know what to make of the mess
But I’m glad
These questions are finally falling
Like ice
From the sky
They touch the ground
Without so much of a crash
The size of their significance
Shrinks on approach
I see them for what they are
They pass
And some grey matter
Becomes clear.
EK
Tell me how?
please just tell me how?
to make anything right of this
to get my head straight
to put on the day
and wear it bright
without you in the world
I am exhausted
In my bones and in my heart
There is no transplant for what riddles me
No transfusion
No cure
butterfly black
I have something inside that’s bursting
Waiting to leap from my bones
I feel it when the sun touches
After a seeming lifetime of winter
I feel it whenever I hear
A guitar strum, drum beat, husky rumble
Of the larynx
I know it when I consume your words
Their very texture imprints on my soul
Your journey leads me
To the beginning of my own.
All of my heroes were whores
For years now it’s been accepted
And I when searching for inspiration,
Take to pages turning and find
It happening right there in the ink
Of some of my favourite artists
Spinning from belle to beast
Ingratiating,
Sullying the waters with a tepid prick
To keep at a distance
They only thing they refused to accept
They were searching for
For those shadows of grandeur
Being wanted, desired
Held in some morbid esteem of posthumous adoration
Just to be seen with
Seduced by, unlaced and identified
Would make the porcelain faced dolls
Swoon
A momentary state
Of vigorous self-indulgence
Pity the fool of this reality,
Pity us for painting over it
With yet more
Facetious disguises
EK
Decide in your heart of hearts what really excites and challenges you, and start moving your life in that direction. Every decision you make, from what you eat to what you do with your time tonight, turns you into who you are tomorrow, and the day after that. Look at who you want to be, and start sculpting yourself into that person. You may not get exactly where you thought you’d be, but you will be doing things that suit you in a profession you believe in. Don’t let life randomly kick you into the adult you don’t want to become.
Astronaut Chris Hadfield’s answer to the question “Any advice to a young person who wants to get into this field?” (via nedhepburn)
Perfect response to the questions running round my head right now!
(via nedhepburn)
