(Source: theysayimcomplex, via giraffed)
i forget that i have high pain tolerance
those needles are nothing compared to anxiety
i forget because i’m stubborn, easily captivated by my fears
i feel like a wound, painful and obvious
and now i have two on my face
one is for clarity, the other for intention
twice a day i must self-care
gentle soaks in saline solution
tenderly remove the debris and clotting
i’m learning to be generous with myself
so i can heal safely, free of scars.
she wouldn’t be good for me
the self-identified jerk and manipulator
walked me into the bushes and asked if i was a push-over
i couldn’t deny it
her humor is almost too sharp
regardless, she thrills me
i fall easily for those who call my name
my awkward syllables flowed from her tongue
so smoothly it sounded strange
this tender heart needs calluses
my soft insides beat fast too easily
i need to protect my mental space
from these womyn who challenge me
almost too much
Goapele - Closer
(Source: darling80m, via miswritten)
So I said to what? She said listen to the heartbeat of all the memories of my failed relationships and then love me like the cure for cancer. Answer the questions of my life with silence and sometimes, just listen.
You don’t wear a halo and I don’t need a saving grace, just embrace my pain enough to feel it. I don’t need you to illuminate my problems and make my wrongs right, even the sun must let the earth sit in darkness at night. I can shine on my own, I just need you to be there.
Be there like air, ever present when I don’t know it, be the silent foundation of my life. Support me. Be my pulse, invisible to those around me but still real. Real cause I can feel you. She said I just want to know I can count on you.
Add you like math to the equation of life. Be my quotient, be the sum of my parts, beat with my heart, be in sync with me. Co-write the story of my life as if you were inked with me. Tattoo yourself to my hope so I can carry you into my dreams, and then sleep with me so we can share the same dreams and then seam our souls together.
Stitch me into the fabric of your fantasies and once again answer me with simple silence. She said, just listen. Send me a silent stare. Talk to me with a kiss. Miss me when I’m still with you. Resist the temptation to touch me and yet still caress me.
Bless me, treat me like a temple. Worship within my walls and fall into my future. Suture away my wounds and heal me. Stand in the next room and still feel me. She said, make me at the center of your universe. Rehearse me like poetry and speak me into existence. Make me your adjective and describe us.
Trust me enough to know it, know it enough to show it, show it enough to believe it. Relieve me of the wonder and understand it. She told me she wanted me to listen… So I did.
-Gemineye
(Source: kennydiamond)
“Black & Yellow”
Ruby Veridiano
sometimes I wanna stop
‘cause lately you’re all I think about
I can’t tell if you’re bad for me
good for me
but I know I want you
when I see you
I wish I could hold you
hold me
even for just a couple seconds
you’d make my day
you make me weak in the knees
I melt like butter
when you’re near me
things I’d hate
with you, I find charming
you say there’s other guys
but I only have my eyes on you
so for now
since I’m not yours
and you’re not mine
I’ll forget
stop thinking about what could be
if it happens
it’ll happen
and if it doesn’t
then I guess it wasn’t meant to be
sometimes I wanna stop
but not really..
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ‘round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
‘more.’
(via justbeingj)
This film is the 2010 recipient of the Grand Prize award for LinkTV’s One Chicago, One Nation film competition. Using the music video format as a subversive tool of engagement and collaboration, artist Anida Yoeu Ali and filmmaker Masahiro Sugano, worked with over 100 diverse volunteers, participants and community members in the Chicagoland area. In their film, narratives collide with music, poetry and politics to create a complex and layered experience. A poet, dancer, angel, prisoner converge with community to speak, deflect, and intervene against racial profiling and hate crimes. Featured portraits represent real American Muslims in Chicago, people who refuse to end in violence. Central to the video is an unapologetic poem, a response to injustices directed against the Muslim community that reflect both the absurdity and dangers of racially-motivated fears. “1700%” refers to the rate of increase in hate crimes committed against people perceived as Muslim or Arab after 9/11. The video is one facet of a larger ongoing project titled “1700% Project” utilizing art as a form of strategic intervention to present works that challenge monolithic stereotypes of Muslims. For more information visit: http://1700percent.org/
