When I grow up,
I want to take the stars in my hands And shape them Into constellations. I want to be a bird So in love with the sky I forget to come down sometimes. I want to be the dawn of an era. But there is a voice In the back of my mind Saying that the world doesn't work like that That I am perhaps average at best And my existence Might come and go Unnoticed. So I tell them I don't know Who I want to be. Maybe an artist Or a lawyer. hmm. i'm tired -Atlas
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And yet no one ever seems to complain
when life is unfair in their favor. Just some observations (as per usual) -Atlas "You do your own thing," she said.
But I am not defiant. I simply do not know how To cover up the rough edges The parts that don't fit. Not conforming and Not belonging Are different, I think. That's the thing, though--you have to FIND the places where you belong. -Atlas Somehow
No matter what we change We always seem to end up In the same places I'm so tired haha -Atlas I cannot yet create beautiful things.
But failing is a little easier, now. I really hope no one ever reads these -Atlas Here are the things I know
As surely as I breathe: -The sun will rise tomorrow. -Somewhere, a bird will sing. (Maybe not here, but somewhere.) -At least three people will laugh and some people will cry, too. -Nothing is ever certain but we have to believe in things anyway because that's the only way we know how to live. -I will keep fighting. ...meh. -Atlas Why does art matter?
Because it reflects Our hopes, our fears. Because it allows us to understand Ourselves and each other. Because at its core, art Is still Life. Not sure if I like this poem much but WHO CARES -Atlas Staring down
At my knees Contemplating all the ways I fail to live up To my own expectations Maybe I can start making my poems match my sketches for the day? idk it might be fun -Atlas Wise?
No, I just read books. Wisdom comes from pain And I don't think I want enough pain at 15 To be wise ...meh -Atlas And maybe 'broken-hearted' isn't the best description
Maybe it's 'I appear to have forgotten how to breathe And frost has taken up residence in my body Blooming from the bottom of my chest And crawling up my throat When I move The crystals drag along the inside of my skin And I would give anything, Anything To feel some semblance of warmth again' Honestly, I don't know if I've ever really been broken hearted? Disappointed, sure, but never really crushed. I was trying to describe a specific feeling though (not sure how well I did.) -Atlas |
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