Screw you ‘what ifs’ you will not control my life.
take me somewhere far, and foreign.. my imagination is beginning to fail me.
I just wanna be better than yesterday.
Why do I believe I can make it on my own?
I need you, more than ever.
"date a girl who reads" is bullshit. just date someone you care about.
All those dozens of versions of the overdone “date a girl who reads, date a girl who writes” essays are bullshit. Men can write poetry too. Just because poems are sometimes considered to be sappy or highly emotional doesn’t mean they’re saved exclusively for female writers. Hell, e.e. cummings had a heart the size of an elephant with tusks so sharp they even pierced his ribs every time he dipped the pen in ink. And Pablo Neruda? Man, those love sonnets could make someone swoon so fast and for so long they’d forget what the ground looked like because they’d always be on their backs staring up at the sky.
So maybe it’s time to start searching in tiny, musky corners of the library for a fellow bent in half over a typewriter like the spine of a book, clacking away like there’s no tomorrow. Maybe it’s time to start searching high and low in bars for boys who have so many stories to tell that the words themselves would flow faster than the wine. Maybe it’s time to start broadening your horizons until they stretch in several directions instead of just one, to finally accept the fact that poetry is not defined by a single gender.
And by the way, it’s not only female poets that write about heartbreak. Men’s hearts crack down the middle like an egg just like anybody else’s, with yolk so thick all the arteries can’t possibly be whole again. Don’t ever underestimate the power of a fault line, especially when it runs clean through the most essential organ in the body. Heartbreak poems aren’t reserved for women. Heartbreak poems are broken-shotgun, curb-stomping-grief, static-electricity-jolt, screaming-wave-breaker that burn hard through the marrow. And when heartbreak hits, it doesn’t care who it picks for a fistfight, be it man or woman, because it hits so fucking hard it doesn’t even give a second glance to what’s between the legs because it’s aiming for the heart.
As a sidenote, there are men who don’t write poetry too. And that doesn’t make them any less dateable. Poetry doesn’t just come through the pen or the clack of eyes; it also comes through quick glances and Sunday morning breakfasts in bed. It comes through going the extra mile, oiling the squeaky hinges on the front door just so you won’t wake your partner up when you leave for work. Poetry is anything done with love. So widen your options even further and date an illiterate, very unpoetic man. Or at least unpoetic in the writing sense. Because hell, he can still write poems with his hands and mouth.
But let’s face it. Let’s face up to the facts like we’re turning our bodies to the sun and warming them in its glow. Lets realize that when we date someone, it’s not with the thousands of syllables that spill like rain through their pens or their computer keys, or even through their hands. It doesn’t matter a damn bit if they can pick up a 500-page book and read it easy as pie, or if they’re at a children’s book reading level, or if they can’t even recite the alphabet by heart. It doesn’t matter if they’re the next Pablo Neruda, Emily Dickinson, Charles Bukowski. It doesn’t matter if they can write or read or if they’re a man or a woman or gender-neutral, trans*, transsexual, queer, lesbian, or gay or bisexual or just generally undefinable.
All that matters is that you love them.
When you love deeply, you risk everything. Will it hurt? Absofuckinglutely. Is it still worth it? More than anything.
this morning, I decided to take off from my responsibilities and spend time with my family. given recent news, I’ll only get busier from here on out; but, I can’t forget to spend time with the ones who do everything for me, and mean the world to me.
again and again, I’m reminded how short life truly is, and how necessary it is to live a passionate life (filled with great joy and love). if someone means a lot to you, it’s important to display your affection- they will need it more than ever, especially as time passes. I’m grateful for all of my blessings, and all my prayers go out to those who are suffering through loss.
continue to count your blessings.
live passionately, and kindly.