17 is happiness beyond words

1  Either

(a)  Compare and contrast the following poems ‘Children’s Song’ by R.S. Thomas (1913-2000) and ‘Portrait of a Child’ by Louis Untermeyer (1885 -1977). @lj

 

wins again

So fail. Be bad at things. Be embarrassed. Be afraid. Be vulnerable. Go out on a limb or two or twelve, & you will fall & it’ll hurt. But the harder you fall, the farther you will rise. The louder you fail, the clearer your future becomes. Failure is a gift, welcome it. There are people who spend their whole lives wondering how they became the people they became, how certain chances passed them by, why they didn’t take the road less traveled Those people aren’t you. You have front row seats to your own transformation, & in transforming yourself, you might even transform the world. & it will be electric, & I promise you it will be terrifying. Embrace that; embrace the new person you’re becoming. This is your moment. I promise you, it is now, now, not two minutes from now, not tomorrow, but really now Own that; know that deep in your bones. & go to sleep every night knowing that, wake up every morning remembering that. & then…keep going.

alliteratives grow

i feel that im growing so much, in such a short time. but i want to grow more, i want to grow faster, grow to have an astute perspective and the required framework. exponential growth please.

i-knw-wht-i-wna-b-whn-i-grw-up

When I grow up, I would like to write beautiful words, that which people can identify themselves with, that which they can relate to me. And that very satisfaction, will last me a lifetime, and for eternity.

win me over easily

Ultimately, I’m looking for someone I can talk to about anything and everything, who I don’t have to filter myself around, someone I can cry in front of or tell my biggest fears or most embarrassing secrets, someone who I know isn’t judging me, and who, in return, will open up to me. There’s plenty that goes on in my head that I don’t share with even my closest friends; as revealing as I may be about my sex life, I’m actually fairly private about quite a bit. It’s rare to find someone I can truly let go with, but that’s what I want in the future: someone who lets me be me

best, creampuff

and today i felt delightful because i was impulsive, rekindles

fuck la im just discontented with the world. what word is discontented anyway. fuck stats.

there must be a billion people i dont like. damn , fuck humanity.

Pendulum

which swings
those tantilising
stabs and pails
spectrum open close

times adversity
fucking empty
meaningless probablities
resonating hollows thing

timesinfinity

): for being so foolish

): for being so naive

): for believing in the good of the world

): for putting faith in people

): for falling

): for everything so insignificantly impactful

): for infinity