Poesi. Jag älskar det, mer än mycket annat. Poesi är min dagliga dosa av den terapin jag behöver. Jag stack till biblioteket idag och lånade boken ´´ A diary of an oxygen thief ´´. Den var utlånad till måndag så på måndag hämtar jag ut den. Jag har läst en sida eller två från boken på instagram och jag blev innerligt rörd, boken verkar underbar och jag kan knappt vänta till att få läsa den. Har någon läst den? släng gärna en kommentar om vad ni tyckte om boken isåfall.
Annars vill jag bara dela med mig av en video jag kollade på Youtube som var så himla vacker. Det är en video där den populära Rudy Francisco delar med sig av poesi som han själv skrivit. Länken finns nedanför och likaså hela innehållet från videon ifall man föredrar att läsa istället för att lysa. Kommentera era tankar kring den sen. Kram
The first draft of this was all cuss words, but now there's an actual poem, so here it goesOne, if I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars,I would sacrifice this body to the sky hoping to resurrect someone is spiteful enough to not care about you any moreTwo, staple me to a cross, pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chanceThree, loving you is the last thing that i felt really good atFour, you wanna know how i got these scarsSee, I ripped every last piece of you out of my smileFive, I whispered you star dustSix, I spoke you into sun flowersSeven, I dipped my hands in forever, touched you infinityTreated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside a gas chamber, I was good to youEight, you want to know how i got these scars,See, I swallowed my pride, and then it clawed its out of my mouthNine, I realize that I was never really your boyfriend,I was just your fucking hetman Ten, I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpoxTen, Yes, I said small pox.Ten, I hate you Ten, But i still miss you Ten, and a part of me still loves you Ten, And its hard for me to count when i get emotionalTen, I heard that over 90 percent of human interaction is non verbal so,Ten, If i could, i would tie your arms to a day dream and then auction you off to my fondest memoriesTo the random dude who started dating my exgirlfriend two days after we broke up, yes i saw that shit on facebook. Now when I realized you were in a relationship with the girl i thought i would one day spend the rest of my life with, I walked out side I said to myself, 'theres no way Ashtin Kucher is going to catch me off guard' I waited 45 minutes. Then i realized there hadnt been a new episode of punked in damn near four years.So i guess im the only practical joke in this entire situation.One, the first time I saw you and her in a picture, I wanted to take my entire arm,shove it inside the computer and snatch the happiness right off of your face.Two, If i ever see you in the street,Im probably going to punch you in the throatThree, I apologize in advance And i know, I know it makes no sense to have this much anger towards a man that ive never actually met face to faceBut my definition of love is being robbed in an allythree times in a row And hoping that theres something different about today that makes all of this differentThere is nothing logical about cutting off the most important parts of yourself, And then putting them inside of hands that shake, that tremble, that crack like a hashing side walk Four, there is nothing rational about loveYour love stutters when it gets nervous Your love trips over its own shoe lacesLove is clumsy and my heart refuses to wear a helmet Five, Cupid is fucking irresponsible And im tired of him using me for target practiceSix, I was told that time would heal all woundsBut what exactly do you do on days where it feels like the hands of your clock have arthritis Seven, She always wore her heart on her sleeveSo tell me why the hell do you look so familiar Eight, I think I've seen you somewhere in her smile,Like I've heard your voice in her laughter,Like I've smelled your cologne on her thighs,I bet if we dusted her heart for finger prints, I bet we would only find yours.Nine, I have this envelope,Its... Its full of all the butterflies i felt, the first time, she relaxed the velcro on her lips and smiled in my directionI think most of them are still alive,I guess these belong to you too