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Crazy days

A little bit about overcoming my emotional repression. This one was hard to share, I actually wrote it yesterday but didn’t have the courage to share it until now. Funny, what I’m afraid of.

 

What an emotional day.

I felt crazy at work to start with

The photographer’s flattery got me off keel

Then I got screamed at by a random road rager

Though I thought I took it well, when I got home I cried

But… in the photographs, my smile is real

And the tears had come freely

For me, this is a big step forward.

I rewatched a show and it had more import

And I thought, oh my God,

I’ve been missing out on so much of the storytelling experience

I’m going to have to read all the classics over again

Goddamnit all.

In Fashion

There is an ever changing beauty standard.

It is so slow, it can only be noticed

Every ten years

And the women’s hair and faces magically morph to meet this standard.

It’s like they don’t even have to try to change

It just happens.

Every ten years

The clothes change.

Everyone wears what is presented to them by the fashionable stores

And advertisement.

Every ten years

The human body changes with it.

Big butts, big boobs, tall shoes, abs, toned arms, long legs, tall hair, thick eyebrows, hair color, skin color

It’s incredible how much we can change of ourselves.

Every ten years

The music standards change

Everyone sings with the same voice

Everyone plays the same instruments

And has the same emotion

Everyone lives in the same house

Reads the same books

Watches what is on Netflix

Has the same job

Is this happiness?

What the hell are we

We are ants

Without a queen

Following the ant in front of us

In a death spiral.

The Bell Curve

The other day Don asked me, “Have you ever noticed this about language, everything comes in threes?” He was talking about jokes, fables, lists in speech (e.g. life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness).

I thought about it and said that maybe it’s a common speech device because we need three items to be able to recognize a pattern.

And then I thought about this concept again. I’m always seeing it lately. I wrote it right after I wrote the cycles poem because I didn’t feel like I’d adequately conveyed the concept, and they tie together. One bell curve is half of a circle… if you blur your eyes when you plot it out.

Anyway, because it’s always in my brain, here it is:

 

Writers are taught to see

The bell curve of a plot.

Rising action, climax, falling action.

 

Sex has a climax. It fits the bell curve perfectly.

 

The life of a mayfly.

Birth, hours of development, a climax of mating, death.

 

Every little segment of time

No matter how small

Has a climax.

 

Inhale, hold, exhale.

 

Cut it smaller.

Just inhale.

The breath climaxes near the end, when you can’t take in any more and must stop.

 

A hummingbird beats its wings.

Lift, hold, fall.

The hummingbird darts to the next flower.

He arrives, partakes, departs. 

The hummingbird takes a meal.

He hungers, sips nectar, stops when he is full.

The hummingbird is caught by a predator.

Fear, struggle, acceptance.

 

We live in bell curves.

They all link together

To form the line of our lives:

A golden spiral.

One long corkscrew from the past to the future.

A double helix of plot curves

A never ending cycle

Of birth, death, birth, death.

People

How can anyone hate people?

I love people.

People with their different shaped hands and feet

Their little eccentricities and foibles.

They get angry and puff around.

They laugh.

They obsess over their animals.

They hate their flaws.

They idolize others.

They’re absolutely undeniable thoroughly insane

Using complex language to express complex ideas

Their minds are inexplicably networked tunnels of lightless caves filled with with god knows what.

Just like children or pets

You get what you expect from them.

They are gorgeous

Every one of them

Fascinating, funny, tragic.

They have a lot of pride

They all want to take care of each other

And they drive each other nuts in their efforts to do so.

Colors

This one was fun to write.

 

Purple

Vigor of violets

Color of rumpled tumble

A floral nectar

Indigo days

Creativity

A little sad but a lot of fun

Close your eyes and it lingers still

Smell the purple

Taste the purple

Fall backwards into a field

Of purple

 

Red

Gold flowing molten

Red weave of amber sunshine

Angular

Spicy

A piece of brittle shard

Cut of blood

Mane of light

Flaming

 

Blue

Wide open

Unending

Clear and nothing

Space

 

Space

 

A peaceful breeze

The round scent of ozone

Let your muscles uncurl

Sweet blue

 

Orange

Orange loves you

But orange is poison

Glares on the eyes

Beckons

Demands attention

Explosion

Venom

Construction

But also laces

the delicate wings of butterflies

Orange defends

Protects

Attacks

 

Green

Vivid life

Everything

Weighty with moisture

A bug

A hundred billion bugs

One leaf

Ten quadrillion fragrant green leaves

The balming scent of cut grass

The shade of bounty

 

Yellow

Joy

Pure unrefined joy

A trickle of urine

A trickle of light

Lemon meringue pie

A picnic on a bright day

A ten kilowatt smile

Warmth

Gummy bears

 

White

They say white is purity

White is also crisp

Anemic

Orderly

Functional

Clean

Like bleach

Cruel

Like bleach

Uncompromising

Amoral

Focused yet empty

 

Black

Black is the night

Lit by fireflies

Lit by stars

Filled with lovemaking

Black is chilly

But quiet

She keeps your secrets

The things you committed in white

Black is kind

With resting bitchface

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