(no subject)
every time I start stressing out
I forget that it dissipates just as quickly
as it can sink its teeth into me
it gets distracted and slinks away
and this time I was left quite triumphant
riding the adrenaline high with only a flesh wound to show
for my freaking out
Yes, I am two or so weeks away
from being a grownup with my batchelor's degree -
Liberal arts with an emphasis in communications.
Evidence of four years of sleepless nights
and several thousand library transactions
and two major religious conversions
hundreds and hundreds of double-spaced typed pages I wrote
and a recycling center's worth of empty beer bottles
Four or so hearts I've so callously broken
and a dozen friends I'd lay down my life for
how can a certificate encompass all of this?
I want to attach copies of my diary with my transcript
testimonies from friends attesting to the true story
of a boy who fought desperately to be okay in his skin
and won
but I'm still getting the diploma framed.
my honey man sweetens me always
he kisses me on the street and suddenly
it's like it's never rained at all in Olympia
that the sun was too bright and proud to allow clouds
the birds sing out and I do harmonies
How rare is this, my dear readers?
Equal affections! I could count my blessings on fingers and toes
and I'd get through all of his and mine and well
before I could even get a partial listing.
What marvelous days these are
I smile and shake hands fearlessly with the masses
whisper happy secrets in my honey man's ear
Read books on yoga and Rosicrucianism (both of which rock)
Take bee pollen capsules and drink green/white fusion tea
Do hot yoga and, yes theah my love, enjoy immense freedom
Come home to the apartment that is swiftly becoming home
and find that profound brilliant glory is anywhere I am
and even closer than that some of the time
so all I can do is keep breathing and keep breathing
and the future will come soon enough
I forget that it dissipates just as quickly
as it can sink its teeth into me
it gets distracted and slinks away
and this time I was left quite triumphant
riding the adrenaline high with only a flesh wound to show
for my freaking out
Yes, I am two or so weeks away
from being a grownup with my batchelor's degree -
Liberal arts with an emphasis in communications.
Evidence of four years of sleepless nights
and several thousand library transactions
and two major religious conversions
hundreds and hundreds of double-spaced typed pages I wrote
and a recycling center's worth of empty beer bottles
Four or so hearts I've so callously broken
and a dozen friends I'd lay down my life for
how can a certificate encompass all of this?
I want to attach copies of my diary with my transcript
testimonies from friends attesting to the true story
of a boy who fought desperately to be okay in his skin
and won
but I'm still getting the diploma framed.
my honey man sweetens me always
he kisses me on the street and suddenly
it's like it's never rained at all in Olympia
that the sun was too bright and proud to allow clouds
the birds sing out and I do harmonies
How rare is this, my dear readers?
Equal affections! I could count my blessings on fingers and toes
and I'd get through all of his and mine and well
before I could even get a partial listing.
What marvelous days these are
I smile and shake hands fearlessly with the masses
whisper happy secrets in my honey man's ear
Read books on yoga and Rosicrucianism (both of which rock)
Take bee pollen capsules and drink green/white fusion tea
Do hot yoga and, yes theah my love, enjoy immense freedom
Come home to the apartment that is swiftly becoming home
and find that profound brilliant glory is anywhere I am
and even closer than that some of the time
so all I can do is keep breathing and keep breathing
and the future will come soon enough