Redefining Strength

Brash and fervorous;

Fictitious;

A muse for who lives inside her head;

Can I will her to come out;

To scream for me instead;

 

To be candid and raw;

Unapologetic;

Fear only known;

When it’s just foreign enough to be exciting;

 

Anger and strife and unkempt words;

Harsh and held so high;

Gorgeous without grace;

Marching through fire in solitude;

Born throwing fists before a simple compliment;

Inhuman, unfeeling, and always on top;

 

No one wants to paint a quiet leader;

But waves are not made with words;

No matter the amount of venom pouring from her tongue;

 

Woman and feminine;

Feminine and kind;

Kind and forgiving;

Forgiving and strong;

Strength does not scream the loudest;

Nor does it always have to whisper;

 

Passion manifested in every form;

She can lead;

Useful as she was made;

 

Vexation and recklessness are synonymous in nature;

There is more to strength than masculinity and aggravation;

Hone the skills you were given;

 

Boldness is not always loudness;

 

Standing firm in her beliefs;

Speaking with love;

Leading with intelligence.

 

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Living

Once woven into mine, these severed hands loved me then and they care for me now

But hands are not houses and houses only become homes if the people inside them bring inanimate things to life

A bedside lamp won’t just be a grey lamp with a white shade but a means of which to swallow every line Atticus Finch will speak past 3 a.m. when I’m feeling lost again

And my bed will no longer be the only place I can rest

I am cared for, I know, but love that was born without wings is a baby bird never taught to fly: jumping from twig walls and willing to die trying, so show him that wings are not evil extremities ready to steal him away

They are tools worthy of pride, capable of taking him anywhere his mind and body push him to go

And let him go there

This is the kind of heartache that camps out in the sun for so long it becomes dull, shriveled into nothing and obsolete

I can’t bring myself to throw it away; it’s become something to look at and remember that it once sustained entire lives

There are days to come when sleep will only appear because I am tired, and Joy will be sitting calmly at the foot of my bed waiting for me to wake up; get some rest and get back out of bed in the morning

Show me that it’s possible and I’ll tell them that I’ve seen it

We can be happy without metal chains slithering around all of our feet

You can love me if You want to, but I am prepared to embrace the entire universe regardless

To look at constellations like blueprints even if they don’t make sense yet; to build something out of the stardust anyway

I will live right here or in a thousand inhospitable places – anything You can imagine – and never hesitate to call it a home

Our home, full of life


 

Hopeless Wanderer – Mumford & Sons

The Greatest Poem Ever Written (Part Two)

I have a good friend who wrote me a birthday poem a year ago, so here I am returning the favor. Happy (now slightly belated) birthday The Ranting SBox! Here’s to more years of friendship, nerdy conversations, and bad poetry.

 

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I’ll start this one off

The same way as you.

 

Three years off putting up with my antics,

And somehow you’re still around.

True friends ’till the end.

You’re the coolest cat in town.

 

Last year you wrote me a birthday poem

And it won’t be soon forgotten

Because it was funny as hell

And the silliest present I’ve ever gotten.

 

So maybe I’m not as funny.

I don’t have great jokes!

But hey you’re 21 now;

How ’bout a rum and coke?

 

Yep that’s right,

We’re getting super old.

But we’ll never be too mature

To play Pokemon Go.

 

LOL just kidding.

I haven’t played since we went hunting

For rare Pokemon in Cityplace

And we both got basically nothing.

 

So here’s to a friend:

My eternal blogging buddy.

Someone who’s probably hung over by now…

I bet you’re feeling crummy.

 

Just drink some water, like you told me.

Get lots and lots of rest

And don’t become an alcoholic – you’re still in college.

You have to pass your tests!

 

Now get ready because I’m going to try to make you laugh:

A nose walks into a bar and asks for a drink.

The bartender says, “Sorry I can’t serve you. You’re already off your face.”

…Man I’m sorry; that joke really stinks.

 

I stole it from Comedy Central,

It wasn’t even mine.

I’m just a fraud.

Dirty, cheating, and lyin’.

 

Anyway I digress.

I’m just wishing you an awesome birthday,

That you got everything you wanted

And that’s really all I have to say.

 

Hooray!

 

Open Your Mind

Be fearless for what you may lose,
Because to gain eternity is greater.

Decide to see
Every passing moment as as thing of
Beauty

Grace

The work of a passionate artist.

Think harder about
Right now;
Why your body feels so much
And your thoughts are in constant expansion.

Your growth is not your own doing,
But strength
Is a gift.