Three hundred and sixty five days sound like a lot of time
Until you live them. Time moves faster as you get older So in small moments otherwise forgotten, say: 'Hey. I want to remember this.' ...eh. Anyways, Happy New Year!! -Atlas
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We live our lives in binary--
This or that, Yes or no, Right or wrong. But look closer. Even the blackest ink Runs blue or green In water What even is this -Atlas You are not supposed to like balance.
Balance isn't fair. Balance isn't kind. Sometimes, balance is unfair in your favor. Sometimes you'll win so catastrophically you'll feel like The seas and the skies were made just for you And you'll fly forever. But they weren't, And you won't, Because no one flies forever. That's what it means, To be balanced. Bluh. Anyways guess who just saw the new Star Wars movie (that's going to sound so dated ten years from now I just know it) -Atlas And though we may never meet,
Old friend I will be here Just in case. Do you ever feel like rather than a romantic soulmate you have a soulmate who you'd pledge undying fealty to -Atlas Why is realism dark?
Why is it about families falling apart Corrupt politicians And broken societies? These things exist, It's true. But realism in fiction Stops There. Real life doesn't stop. Real life is about rebuilding. It's humming in the car and making funny faces in the mirror And, yes, crying in the bathroom It's making friends and losing them Awkward silences and plans that don't work out It is, At its core, Flawed but good. The things I think about when I read yet another book designed to make me feel bad about humanity -Atlas I am a bird with no feathers
Trying to fly Knowing I will fail But hoping all the same That it will take my feet a little longer To touch the ground this time And I am holding on to a dream Where I can soar A dream where I say "I am so glad I kept trying to fly" This would probably be better if I edited it haha -Atlas Quietness descended upon the house
After you said goodbye. In all my life I never imagined That you could hear the absence of a person This isn't very good but whatevs Merry Christmas!!!! :D -Atlas When I was younger,
I was in love with the world-- Everything seemed like magic. Now I am older And I am part of the magic And I could not be More Happy. Happy holidays -Atlas Here is how you heal yourself:
Be gentle. Be patient. Healing is not a linear process. If you catch yourself picking at old wounds, Stop yourself; As gently as you can. Breathe. Find the words you need to hear And say them to yourself. (You are worth this fight.) This poem is basically just me trying to explain a nebulous concept with all the wrong words -Atlas Art is the science of
Pinning ghosts down on paper Or slipping them between two notes of a song Because art means nothing if You're not a little haunted After you're done This... sounds poem-ish?? Maybe? -Atlas |
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