Monday, March 7, 2011

We painted galaxies

on the inside of where

our souls reside.

The walls dripped

with stars

and fell onto our hands.

We touched each other’s skin

until we both became cosmic

in the off-light through the window.

We made love and created flowers

from the union.

They grew around our bodies

while we huddled together

as if trying to lose

where you end
and I begin.

Our legs tangled

and our fingers intertwined.

Your lips pressed to mine.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

He lost his wings somewhere along the way.

They fell off feather by feather as the people around him helped him sink. They yelled for his sins and increased the need for them in the first place in doing so. I followed the trail they left behind and collected them as I went.

They left a boy with ragged scars on his back where they tore off his wings. And I gave him his feathers and a kiss with each one. He will never be the same as he was in the beginning, but in my opinion, he will be better. Stronger. Wiser. Smarter.

Regardless of wings, this boy is my angel.

Monday, February 28, 2011

May my soul bloom in love for all existence.
- Rudolf Steiner

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

  1. Pass my classes and raise my GPA enough so I can do PSEO next semester.
  2. Finish my 100 Theme Drawing Challenge.
  3. Try and do something selfless every day.
  4. Meditate and maintain a spiritual connection with the Universe every day.
  5. Read a new book at least every month.
  6. Find a stable and steady job.
  7. Continue to work on bettering myself and my issues for not only myself, but for the betterment of the people and the world around me.
  8. Smile often. Laugh often.
  9. Continue on my spiritual journey to find inner and outer peace.
  10. Cherish the people who truly, deeply and completely care about me. Tell them how much I appreciate them more. Be kind to the people who don’t, for most often they are the people who need patience and love the most.
  11. Be honest with myself, with others, and with the Universe.
  12. Be willing to change and to grow, always.
  13. Step out of my comfort zone more.
  14. Try my best to remain in a consistent peaceful and positive state, and do the things that make me the most happy often.
  15. Enjoy the little things and appreciate the small miracles and beauties in the world around me.
  16. Try to draw or art something new every week.
  17. Be humble. Be thankful. Be grateful. Consistently.
  18. Remember to love all things, big or small, whether or not I want to.
  19. Ask for help when I need to, and not be afraid or think less of myself for admitting weakness or vulnerability.
  20. Try to trust more, but to also be wiser in the things and the people I trust.

Friday, February 18, 2011

So, I’ve had this on my mind a lot lately. I think it started when a friend of mine mentioned a GSA meeting she had been in, and their topic of conversation (being sexual fluidity). One of the meeting leaders had expressed the opinion that sexuality and gender expression is a fluid thing, and the other had disagreed with her, stating that you are attracted to what you’re attracted to and there is no changing that. My friend has brought this up to me and asked my opinion, and well, it’s got me thinking about this on a deeper level.

To start, my opinion on sexuality is that yes, I believe it’s fluid. It’s apart of growing and changing - you tastes are bound to differ with your experiences and as you learn more. My own sexuality has shifted and grown and changed as I’ve experienced life and grown and delved into learning the complexities of what the GLBTAQ (etc) community is. I have identified as straight, bisexual, lesbian, and then finally pansexual. I never felt like I was faking any of these things, it was how I identified that part of myself at the time, and it was what felt right for me at the period I was at.

However, I think all of the labels and all of the stigma not only the straight, but the GLBTQA community puts on sexuality and gender and sex itself is something that is completely counter-productive to their goal of “gay rights” (which is something else that I completely disagree with, but we’ll get to that later). It puts all of these complexities into something very simple: love between two people, love which is personal between those two people and is honestly, not something that anybody in the outside world should have a say in. Even the GLBTQA community, people are bound to tell you that you are wrong for loving the person you love. (like the meeting leader mentioned earlier who feels that pansexuality is a cop-out or a way to make something easier on the person involved) Say a lesbian meets a boy, and falls in love with him. People like that are bound to tell the lesbian in question that they were wrong with their choice of identifying themselves, which is ridiculous and completely counter-productive to acceptance of all people. It shouldn’t matter to anybody beyond the person or people it effects regardless. It’s none of your business what anybody identifies as, and putting so much stigma to have a label for your sexuality, your gender and even your sex makes it an almost negative thing for everybody. It simply shouldn’t matter. Who cares if you’re straight, gay, bisexual, transexual, queer, asexual, pansexual or fucking purple? You’re human. You are equal to every other human on this planet. You deserve to be loved, to be treated with respect and to be accepted for whoever it is you choose to be.

Which brings me to why I disagree with “gay rights.” There are two points about this that bother me intensely, and they are as follow:

Firstly, something that the GLBTQA community doesn’t seem to realize is that they demonize a lot of the Straight community as much as the Straight community demonizes them. The whole entire ordeal has changed the issue into a war of “us vs. them.” By hating homophobic or ignorant people, you are sending back the same negativity that they’re sending you. You’ve continued the cycle of hatred that you claim to be trying to stop. You’re keeping it a war by retaliating with a “fuck you, we’re here” attitude. The way I see it, the homophobic people and the ignorant people (etc.) are the people who need the most sympathy, for they can’t find it in their hearts to be accepting or sympathetic of a group of people who view the world differently than they do. Yelling, screaming, protesting and parading isn’t going to help people understand and accept (which, I agree, is something they should be doing anyways, but I’ll touch on that later) your point-of-view or your side of anything. It’s going to make them want to yell and scream back. And while it’s not fair, and believe me, I know it takes a lot of self-restraint not to yell back at somebody who is screaming at you and telling you that you do not deserve to be here, you need to. Respond in peace. With patience and acceptance. You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar. The cycle needs to stop somewhere.

Secondly, the fact that gay rights is simply rights for the GLBTQA community. For a certain group of people - albeit oppressed people - to have simple, humane rights. What bothers me about that is that there are many humans out there - many humans who don’t fall into the GLBTQA community and therefore don’t fall under the ‘war’ they’re fighting, who are oppressed. Women who forced into slavery and abused, children who are made to fight wars and be pawns for the adults of their country. There are people who will be persecuted for simply believing what they choose, all because somebody decided that they were wrong somehow or lower than somebody else, rather than accepting them as human and beautiful. There is so much coverage over the “Us vs. Them” war between the GLBTQA community and the Straight community and so little for the other oppressed peoples of the world, and I feel like that is something we should all be fighting for (tooth and nail, as I believe this is the only cause really worth fighting for): equal rights for all humans, because we are all beautiful and we are all equal. None of us is above or below anybody else. As long as it’s not hurting the world or the people around us, of our beliefs, or cultures, our lifestyles, our decisions should be respected and accepted by the world around us as a whole. Because truly, it doesn’t matter. We’re all human, and we’re all here under the same sky. We’re all still learning, and still growing.

Simply put, I believe in acceptance of all people and equal rights for all of humanity as a whole.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

I wished you were there. The light on the lake was beautiful. It reflected the sunset with the perfect silhouetted skyline of trees and the occasional house on one side, and on the other the blinking yellow-and-white buildings of the city I call mine. Shining pale blue, yellow, pink and purple. The very vision of surreal beauty, the perfect example of the simple miracles that the Universe puts around us. I probably would have felt safe with you there, even in the inch-thick layer of water that the uncharacteristically warm weather had melted from the thick layers of ice over the lake.

It was one of those moments that you will never see twice. That not even the best of technology or the best photographers can capture properly - as beautifully - without any enhancement (without anything making the beauty different). The moments you store in the back of your mind and keep safe for a later date. The moments that inspire you. The moments that make you realize how small you are compared to all of the big and beautiful things in the world, and how absolutely glorious that is. It was one of those moments that I see when we kiss and I close my eyes. The moments that you call fireworks.

It was one of those moments that remind me of the Universe’s love. That it has put these things here - these beautiful things, for us to appreciate, to enjoy. That nothing besides these beautiful things and these beautiful feelings matter. That the rest is all obsolete. Is all meaningless. That nothing matters but joy, but happiness, but love, but beauty, but peace, because we only have one life and that one life is so very fleeting. It isn’t a right, it’s a gift to be cherished every moment of every day, and it could be gone so fast.

The only thing that could have made it better, is if you were there to hold my hand.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

- Eeyore, Winnie the Pooh

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

We laid naked together under the covers of your bed. Our legs intertwine. I can feel your heart beat thump against your ribcage beneath my cheek. I can see it moving the thin chain of the necklace I gave you around your neck. I can’t help loving the way your heart reacts whenever I move this way or that.

These are my favorite types of afternoons. They are my favorite mornings and my favorite evenings, too. When we don’t need to speak (though I do quite like it when we do speak.) When our bodies don’t need to press fervently together, seeking physical bliss. When your hand holds my hip and I can pet your skin and hear your breath hitch in your throat, even in your half-asleep state.

I wondered if you know how lost I would be without you. I wondered if you know that you are the only person in the world who has told me that I am not broken, and has loved me and found me perfect though I am so clearly not. I wondered - I always wonder - if you know that I feel the same way about you. That I love every bit of you. That I wish I could scream this from the roof-tops. That I wish I could take a megaphone and stand in the most crowded place in town and tell the world how wonderful you are, how brilliant, how compassionate, how funny, how adorable, how loving you are, and how stupid they are for not noticing it (and for how thankful I am that they didn’t, because I think if they had, you would not be mine.)

I propped myself up on my elbow, brushing your bangs away from your sleeping eyes. I kissed your forehead, pet your cheek. You are so perfect to me. You will always be so perfect to me, even when we are old and gray and we don’t quite work right anymore. Your eyes fluttered open, and we smiled. You pulled me close. And just like every second before that, I loved you even more.

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Stars on the Ceiling

I'd give you the stars if I could. I would pull them down from the sky and put them in tiny little jars to lay scattered about your room, where you can look at them and maybe think of me in the dark. I would plaster them on my ceiling so, while we lay in bed, our bodies entwined as much as our minds, our hearts, our souls, we can watch the Universe spinning across the make-shift sky above us and think about how small we are in the grand scheme of things. And I would tell you that we are very small in the midst of all of these very big things, and that I would rather be small in the midst of all these very big things with you than with anybody else in the world.