in case anyone was wondering what really goes on inside my head
Don’t like the gays?
Don’t think it’s right?
Don’t think they are born that way?
Don’t think they should have equal rights?
It’s true that everyone is entitled to an opinion—an educated opinion, not an ignorant one. Until YOU have spent the better part of YOUR life pressured, praying, depressed, suicidal, and hopeless about who you are, you have no valid opinion about MY life.
2012 has been a whirlwind
I signed a contract with my literary agency. I took a step closer toward making my wildest dreams come true. I rescued Margo, and she rescued me. I spoke my truth and stood proud. I read a lot of books. I made friends. I won some and lost some. I made mistakes. I fell. I picked myself up. I learned lessons. I lived. I. Lived.
Don’t let someone you used to know keep you from meeting someone you should know.
Downton, as well as truth, flows through my veins.
Gasoline Lies
Choking down your words
tastes like swallowed pride.
One spark of truth is all it took
for me to set fire to you
and your gasoline lies.
To those students who take Adderall in order to study, you’re all lazy ass weaklings. Sincerely, I made it through 4 years of college studying on MY own.
There may be plenty more fish in the sea, but you’ll never find another Moby Dick like me.
Well…
For the first time in a long time, I can listen to those sappy love songs and not become bitter, nauseous, or jaded.
TRUTH: Actions speak louder than words; in fact, actions roar deafeningly over meek, hollow words and their empty promises.
:-/
Naked.
We all have fears. You may fear getting naked in front of someone. Some may call them irrational; some may call them illogical. You may fear being stripped of your clothing. Call them what you will, but that doesn’t make them any less or any more. You may fear seeing the expression on the other’s face. They are still there. You may fear letting your body be scrutinized. Like a stain that won’t wash out. You may fear standing there in all your glory. They are still buried beneath the surface of your calm, cool exterior. You may fear having no glory to bear. Like a splinter embedded deep. You may fear hearing the things they are thinking. They are still sharp enough to pierce your confidence. You may fear listening to the spoken truth. Like a thumbtack pinning grievances to your soul. You may fear showing the real you. ________________________________________________________ I accidentally wrote this poem in two minutes today. I didn’t mean to write anything specifically; it just happened withtout thinking. - M
