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It’s ok to not have answers.
It’s ok not to be strong.
It’s ok to do nothing at all.
It’s ok, so ok, to be wrong.
It’s ok to just be you.
It’s ok to lose a game or fight.
It’s ok to take a nap.
It’s ok to cry in bed at night.
It’s ok to go your own way.
It’s ok to play for fun.
It’s ok to fail a test.
It’s ok not to be number one.
It’s ok to make a mistake.
It’s ok to take a break.
When I was young so long ago
heres something I wish I knew-
when the world says, listen to me
It’s ok to listen to you.
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
We are already there, and it’s the same
as the present. Your future, here, she says.
And I’m talking to a robot on the phone.
The robot is giving me countless options,
none of which answer to my needs.
Wonderful, says the robot
when I give him my telephone number.
And Great, says the robot
when I give him my account number.
I have a wonderful telephone number
and a great account number,
but I can find nothing to meet my needs
on the telephone, and into my account
(which is really the robot’s account)
goes money, my money, to pay for nothing.
I’m paying a robot for doing nothing.
This call is free of charge, says the mind-reading robot.
Yes but I'm paying for it, I shout,
out of my wonderful account
into my great telephone bill.
Wonderful, says the robot.
And my wife says, This is the future.
I’m sorry, I don’t understand, says the robot.
Please say Yes or No.
Or you can say Repeat or Menu.
You can say Yes, No, Repeat or Menu,
Or you can say Agent if you’d like to talk
to someone real, who is just as robotic.
I scream Agent! and am cut off,
and my wife says, This is the future.
We are already there and it’s the same
as the present. Your future, here, she says.
And I’m talking to a robot on the phone,
and he is giving me no options
in the guise of countless alternatives.
We appreciate your patience. Please hold.
Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. Please hold.
Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. Please hold.
Eine fucking Kleine Nachtmusik.
And the robot transfers me to himself.
Your call is important to us, he says.
And my translator says, This means
your call is not important to them.
And my wife says, This is the future.
And my translator says, Please hold
means that, for all your accomplishments,
the only way you can now meet your needs
is by looting. Wonderful, says the robot
Please hold. Please grow old. Please grow cold.
Please do what you’re told. Grow old. Grow cold.
This is the future. Please hold.
My memory library (Sarah Blackstone)
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my heart's abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me
through everything I've done.
I sat and thought about what moment
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me
to walk that extra mile.
If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do,
I can go and open my little safe
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of
that would lift my spirits every time.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment
to cherish, save and keep
is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!
I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside
There was room for lots of moments;
in fact, hundreds if I tried.
I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise
I'll never ever forget you
Still I Rise
Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.
"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.
"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.
"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he. "That's how it is," says Pooh.
The cells all look the same
There is no race or pronouns
No need to call them names
Close your eyes to see them
Achievements look alike
They each can lead a country
Write a book, or ride a bike
When our eyes are open
We don't always see the truth
We saw with slant and bias
Imposed within our youth
Learning makes us better
Changing the way we feel
Lending new perspective
That lets us see what's real
This poem is by Robert Longley
"The way that I have found the light in my life is through the expressive arts because I know that I will be accepted for the way I am." ~ Me
"I'm going to get strong again and see you soon. " ~ Anonymous
Happiness
If we can cry with the human in us
When the human in us cries,
Then there is happiness.
If we can smile with the divine in us
When the divine in us smiles,
Then there is happiness.
Happiness is in identification;
Happiness is in oneness-reality.
Just wait for the sun (Lisa Marks)
When everything's darkness
And you feel so alone,
When the rain doesn't stop
And you can't make it home,
When it feels all is lost
And you just want to run,
It can't rain forever.
Just wait for the sun.
When family is pain,
When friends can't be found,
When you just want to scream
But you can't find the sound,
When it's all your fault,
And you feel like you're done,
Just wait for the sun.
The sunshine will come.
The storm always passes.
It won't last forever.
The rain always stops and gives way to good weather.
The brightest and warmest of days still to come.
Please wait for the sun.
The sunshine will come.
People who need you,
People who still love you
Can warm up your soul like the sunshine above you.
You're never alone,
No matter what's done.
Wait for the sun.
Just wait for the sun.
Dark clouds always pass.
I promise you, chum.
We're all waiting with you.
Just wait for the sun.
If at times you feel you want to cry
And life seems such a trial,
Above the clouds, there's a bright blue sky,
So make your tears a smile.
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true to say
One smile is worth a dozen frowns.
Among the world's expensive things,
A smile is very cheap.
And when you give a smile away,
You get one back to keep.
Happiness comes at times to all,
But sadness comes unbidden,
And sometimes a few tears must fall
Among the laughter hidden.
So when friends have sadness on their face
And troubles round them piled,
The world will seem a better place
And all because you smiled.
(This poem is just a general mood for today)
You Fit Into Me by Margaret Atwood
Spoilers aren't working for me but it's a mini one anyway ❤️
What a wonderful thing it is
I said a prayer for you today
And know God must have heard
I felt the answer in my heart
Although he spoke not a word
I didn’t ask for wealth or fame
I knew you wouldn’t mind.
I asked for priceless treasures
Of a far more lasting kind.
I prayed that he’d be near you
At the start of each new day
To grant you health and blessings
And friends to share your way
I asked for happiness for you
In all things great and small
But that you’d know his loving care
I prayed the most of all.
The bee isn't small
She survives the furthest drops
She breaks the toughest locks
And she never stops
Your rain couldn't drown
This mighty bee
She's the Queen
with her crown
And she's conquered your sea
You may be dark
But her future is bright
Your chances look stark
This bee's taking flight
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;"
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.
In spite of you (Jennifer A. Boulch)
Angry
Mad
Livid
Furious
Pissed
At you
Sad
Depressed
Heartbroken
Morose
Melancholy
Because of you
Unbreakable
Strong
Resilient
Flexible
Tough
In spite of you
Let it sink far below.
Don't hold it close,
Don't let it take your breath,
Just simply let it go.
Auld Lang Syne (Robert Burns)
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For days of auld lang syne
And pu'd the gowans fine
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
Sin days of auld lang syne
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For days of auld lang syne
And surely I'll be mine
And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
And gie's a hand o' thine
And we'll tak a right gude-willy waught
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne
Happy new year guys
Troll (Shane Koyczan)
(TW)
Once upon a time, you and all your kind
lived underneath bridges
had ridges for ribs that dropped off into empty chests
as if your hearts were all stolen treasures
as if an excavation crew were hired to dig up and remove the part of you that let you feel
and while the world above you invented the wheel, you stayed put
knowing it would one day roll over top of you to get to where it's going
you had an endlessly flowing supply line of food
you began to brood over humanity and made meals of our hope
as if crushing our spirits would make your mirrors cast better reflections than the ones they gave
as if the only way you could save yourselves was to make the world ugly so no one would notice you hided in it
you learned to knit pain into a kind of camouflage
treated hope like a mirage that you could use to lure in your next meal
you lived off our fears, you could taste what we feared
and every night, as the moon at bedtime stories on sunlight
you took darkness as an invite to head out into the woods
you curled your hands into wrecking balls
your breath became squalls, you made rocks rumble,
you made land shiver, you made boys and girls pray that someone would deliver them from you
we told them, you aren't real
and then one day, the world changed
but you all stayed the same
just migrated from living underneath bridges to living underneath information superhighways
days and nights became meaningless, each already deep in chest became an abyss no one would ever find the bottom of
concepts like love fell into your gravity
we turned ourselves into life preservers hoping to save as many as we could
but the fathers who guarded closet doors and the mothers who secured the floors under beds all shook their heads not knowing how to deal with you
you, who crept into our lives, with tongues like knifes stabbing your words into our skin
you began to begin uploading yourselves into our homes
you had computer screens for eyes and software for bones
you turned your hate into stones
and hurled them at beauty, as if you couldn't bear to see anything other than ugly
anything different
you had fingernails like flint and scraped them against decency hoping we would be the ones to all catch fire
you all had smiles like one-way barbed wire not meant to keep us out, but to keep us in
always like a firing pin, you spoke in explosions...
it isn't cute..
it isn't funny...
you talked strangers into death...
and laughed.
and as each family learns to graft skin over the wounds you gave them, you helm yourself into the scar
you have coaxed the sober back into bars, handed out cigars at memorials
offered ways out to those who unfortunately found you before they found help
you praised suffering
waltzed in between tragedies, gracefully dipping miseries as if we would be somehow impressed by the dexterity of your animosity
you cheered on rape
dashed through police tape as if it were the finish line in a race on who could be awful first..
even now
you somehow see this as an invitation to turn your keyboards into catapults
wondering which one of you can be the first to hate us best
your loathing
already dressed in riot gear
ready to incite rage
as if each message board is a stage who you recite hostility turning freedom of speech into freedom of cruelty
we are stuck with you
the same way you are stuck with you
your mind is glue and it keeps malice fastened there like cheap wallpaper
we were once upon a time told that none of you exist
we dismissed you as make believe or myth, now
on only with resolve
we can no longer afford to tell ourselves, that you aren't real
but we will not let you make your dinners out of the things we feel.