you were lying flat on your back
I was sitting up knees to chest sitting on your stomach my mouth moving faster than my mind something I said stopped you you give me the look shaking your head ever so slightly turning it to the side and widening your eyes see, I don't think it is you that I miss I think it is who I made you out to be It is what I projected onto you that I wanted to see in myself was it fair for me to see you rosey when you spoke I heard what I thought you intended to say I heard good intentions I read into your actions to find some deeper meaining but the further I am removed from us the clearer it is to me that I knew a projection of myself the only evidence I have of you is the widened side eye the look of a stranger looking up at me
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I have shrunk my mind. I used to speak in full sentences. I used to have complete thoughts. I used to have my own thoughts. But now I just spew out a string of words I saw repeated on my timeline. I have no original thoughts. My brain is polluted with snipits of others thoughts that have been recycled throughout society. Is any thought original? Is anyone unique? I need to leave my space. I need to get out and find my mind again.
I need some air. My hand contours the crease
between your chin and your neck, my thumb and index finger hold the space by your ear. I can feel you give in, letting go of the weight of living for this moment. The air between us is sacred and energy flows through it with grace and persistance. My eyes settle on the row of demples that find their place when you smile. As quickly as the moment came, it is gone again. And I am left with an awkward hand reaching foreward and a fixed gaze on your justaposed half smile. The dimples are gone. I retract my hand. As we pick up our own things and prepare for departure, I ache for the next incounter I believe if Rose would have scooted over a smidge, Jack could have easily survived. The famous scene from The Titanic where Jack dies from the cold water as Rose survives on the perfectly sustainable floating door is entirely and painfully avoidable. According to someone on the Internet who has more free time than I do, the raft is about 6'x3'x5”. (This was determined by looking at the raft in stills from the movie and looking up Kate Winslet's height.) The dimensions of the door allow plenty of room for activities, such as playing cards, spooning, and even laying head to toe, like two boys in a twin bed. (One can argue that the problem was not size, but buoyancy but let’s discard this argument because this is merely metaphor for a theme much more grand.) My point is, Rose could have saved Jack’s life by sharing the raft while still possessing plenty of wiggle room for herself. Like Rose, we are blind to how little we have to do to impact others’ quality (or in this case quantity) of life. By simply being kind, courteous, and attentive, one can unconsciously calibrate the route of another. Human nature is to narrowly follow the path placed in front of us. You do what you can to succeed. Oh, but the magic that happens when we look up! My passion for service has instilled this core value in me. Last year, my church put together book bags for Syrian Refugees. The bags included toothbrushes, pencils, notebooks, and washrags: items that I use everyday without a second thought. After we wrote handwritten letters, placed the zipped bags in giant cardboard boxes to be shipped across the world, we all went home. That night I think I watched Netflix and ate ice cream with my sister; failing to fully appreciate the impact I had made that day until months later, when my church received pictures of the exuberant children in oversized, obviously donated clothing, holding up the very bags that were packed in Flora, Indiana. The one picture that stood out the most, portrayed a handful of small children not much older than my little 10 year old sister Jenna. Displaced by turmoil in their home country, the children, from their temporary bland, vapid makeshift home, displayed heartfelt smiles, expressing genuine gratitude for our small act of service. This further cemented my passion for service. Fortunately, I was able to see the immediate payoff of my efforts in their joyful grins. However, that is not always the case; sometimes you may never know the results of your deed. It’s enough for me to know that my small action is the start of a chain reaction and I refuse to let the lack of accolades to deter me in my quest to reach others. This project didn’t take long, or much planning, or an inordinate amount of time, but it impacted the value of another’s life and assured a group of small child that when calamity occurs, a helping hand is not too far away. Hopefully, we never have to sink in the North Atlantic to learn this lesson. Take a moment to look up; the smallest action of holding a door, engaging in conversation, and using manners could inspire a chain of positivity. True success comes from lifting others, for when you collaborate and support each other, we all benefit. In the grand scheme of the human race, one life is a drop in the bucket, but if you can make ripples in the North Atlantic, it may form waves you never get to see. I am constantly coming up with these grand ideas that I alone have no power in making happen. My hope is to post them for the world to see. If you are inspired by any of these, please take it and run. The only thing I ask is that if you do accomplish it, I want to know how it goes. Any and all success and failures. I don't care for any credit.
1/22/18 A campaign project. Students find a project/purpose they are passionate about. They reseatch it/find endorsments/fundraisng/advertising.. Present it to a group of experts/powerholders. (ie School Board, City Counil, Rotary Club..) Coffee and Chill with the Experts. Hosted by a local resturant/coffee shop. An expert on a subject is invited to a third space to spark conversation and learning in a community. Make it a weekly/biweekly event. Open Streets One day a month in the warmer months were a street on the square is closed for games and activities for families to come enjoy... Host service activities, crafts, games, and classes open to the public. My Kind of Women by Mac Demarco
The Glory of Love by Paul McCartney Nightswimming by R.E.M. Feels Like We Only Go Backwards by Tame Impala Yellow by Coldplay Love Me by The 1975 Cherry Wine (live) by Hozier Women by Kesha Welcome Home by Radical Face Godspeed by Frank Ocean Lipgloss by Lil Mama Mine by Pheobe Ryan Go Gina by SZA Homemade Dynamite (remix) by Lorde Time heals all wounds.
Until another dagger thrusts in And the pain of the last is multiplied by the pain of the next. Just like a bone, a broken heart may heal, But it never returns to its original strength. Every tear decreases it's value. Time does't heal all wounds. Time tacks it together, Begrudging the pain of the first battle. I have outgrown this place.
They hover the ground. Necks broken, unable to raise thier gaze. I can't see them, But I feel them under my feet. I hear their faint whines and mumbles. I used to be one of them. Goggle at the ground And follow the shadows And babble on about how they dare walk ahead. I was right behind. I was always right. But now I am wrong. And this makes me grow and learn and grow Until I can no longer detect their presence. Their speck is miniscule in the horizon, They do not exisist in next sun. Art is persuasion. It is power, individualism, and intelligence. The detail carefully articulated onto the blank slate can somehow inspire a million ideas. It asks and answers questions called by the universe. The viewer finds what he seeks in art.
This particular piece (pictured above) is a personal favorite of mine. These are shots of Michelangelo's David. Michelangelo, being the sure footed perfectionist he was, took the challenge of creating a 17 foot statue of the biblical character David out of a taroli tainted slab of marble. Two artists had come before Michelangelo in attempt to conquer the daunting project, but both quit because of the potential unsteadiness of the final product. He was mocked for taking on the pointless task, for it was to fall apart in the end. After two years of molding the subpar slab, it was recognized as the work of art it is and placed in a more trafficked area. Today, is seen as one of the most famous works to come out of the Italian Renaissance. The detail on the hand, the symbol of tension as David prepares to take on the great Goliath. His brow is furrowed and neck is tense. Michelangelo depicted David between conscious decision and action: the moment he planned to fight Goliath. The statue became a symbol for Florence, with David's fierce eyes facing toward Rome. David is recognized as one of the greatest works from the Italian Renaissance; from doubt and failure, Michelangelo created the worlds very first "fuck you." 1. Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean
2. Jelous by Labrinth 3. Riptide by Vance Joy 4. Drops of Jupiter by Train 5. pink skies by LANY 6. Get You (feat. Kali Uchis) by Daniel Caeser 7. Location by Khalid 8. Lisztomania by Phoenix 9. Dear Theodosia by Leslie Odom, Jr. & Lin-Manuel Miranda 10. Feeling Whitney by Post Malone 11. Oceans by Seafret 12. Pink + White by Frank Ocean 13. Somebody Else by The 1975 14. Weak by Wet 15. Cigarette Daydreams by Cage the Elephant 16. Me by The 1975 17. You (+Wiley) by Ed Sheeran 18. Icarus by Bastille 19. Fairytale by Milky Chance 20. Dreaming by Smallpools 21. Nirvana by Sam Smith 22. Escape by Jack Johnson 23. Junk by Paul McCartney 24. What You're Thinking (feat. Josh Pyke) by Passenger |