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My Now, My Forever
Sometimes I look up and stare at the sky
Why am I here?
Who am I to be here and now?
What is the point of moving forward when I am stuck in a past of mistakes and half assed apologies?
I reach my hand out and try to grasp reasons, to grasp excuses
When I should be throwing my truths into a unforgiving society, for them to tear to them into shreds and to throw back into my face
I drown alone, under a sea of disadvantages, an ocean of lost opportunity, a wave of ‘you should have done more/better/less/worse/something’
I am solitary, singular amongst plurals, lonely in a stream of unforgiving conscious
Every thought tells me to let myself drown
When the darkness calls, nothing tugs me away
Until I look up and stare at the sky
And I see the stars, twinkling against their own darkness, against the endless black
And I take a deep breath, pull myself up and walk away from that ocean
For now, now is not my tomorrow, nor my yesterday
And I will shine against my own darkness through oceans and fires
For my now is not my forever
She is a spitfire, raging and spluttering
Dancing across my fingers in a flash of hair and smile before dashing away
She is a tsunami, churning and crashing
Twisting into my life through laughs and tears, turning from my eyes as the world floods with shame
She is a flame, uncontainable by my hands
But so fierce I watch with wonder
wild card
Is it strange or not,
The silent rules and strictly obeyed loyalties that the common crowd follow
A deck of cards, terrifyingly placed in order never to be disrupted or you shall be forced to fold
Poker faces hiding screams of pain, rebellious moments we cannot externally share
A stifling existence, simply being shuffled and played over and over by unseen hands
Hands belonging to those who can afford it
But the wild card, the one who refuses to be shuffled
Breaks the order
Stops the shuffling
And brings chaos to the minds of humans, at last something more than the pack of society
child of ash
I am not water, too stubborn, too concrete
I am not air, too grounded, too safe
I am not earth, too angry, too emotional
I am fire, burning, destructive, leaving a path of ash in my wake
We are the fire, burning the roots of a the bush of belladonna supporting and funding the fences
The fences we have watched one another from each side, suffering in our ways
We are fire
And they are the ones that shall burn.
the guardian
It watches me,
Each night
Even if i do not see it the blinding or silent presence is always there
Circling this human home until we rise and the large light blinds us
My guardian, silent and unspoken
Protecting me from what?
From shadow and evil?
From the nightmares that come?
No
It protects me from the finality of total darkness, throwing its beams into the clouds
Illuminating the world when the sun dares to flee
The Moon
The guardian of the final lights.
to music, from a fool
doesn’t it just fill the soul
the rhythm
the beat
the harmonies
the voices
it floods crevices empty from long or short seen pain
Music fills the moments that once were scars, turning them into ravines of rhythm and streams of singing
Depression bounces into my life, like an ache or heavy smog settling unnaturally into my body
Then it flees, for the fleeting moments when the beat shines light to the darkest shadows in my heart
Makes me dream when dreams are useless, makes me hope when I know my hopes are those of a fool
For the dreamers, I suspect music is a universal language we learn the moment we hear the beating of a heart
We chant, we mourn, we shout all through music
We sing
Sing ballads
Sing arias
Sing choruses
Sing solos
Sing love songs
Sing angry, sad, disgusted
Sing daringly, rebellious
Sing for rebellion against your parents or against the world
And to the brave fools who sing, I say
‘Louder’
Trump is going to get re-elected.
Get comfortable saying it. Get comfortable hearing it and thinking it. Because if we don’t collectively get our fucking shit together, it’s gonna happen.
It’s gonna happen because his supporters still love him. It’s gonna happen because even people who don’t love him are thinking to themselves, “well this hasn’t been so bad, the economy is good, we didn’t actually go to war, that’s way better than taking a chance on some newfangled progressive.”
Nevermind the fact that the stock market takes a plunge almost every time Trump does something crazy and the economy is doing well due to Obama-era policies.
It’s gonna happen because I’m already seeing “I wanna take my toys and go home” rhetoric among Democrats who don’t want to vote for anyone who isn’t their fave.
I’m exasperated and tired and stressed and I should not have read the comments on a WaPo article, I know, I get it, but people — kids at the border. The Supreme Court. The stacking of the lower courts. The complete inaction on climate change. The uninformed “stick first, think later” approach to foreign policy. Even if you’re privileged or ignorant enough to sit there and think that none of this has touched your life, that doesn’t mean it won’t. Reading some of the things people are saying about the state of politics in the US has me feeling like I’ve taken crazy pills over here.
Do I have a favorite in the primary? Sure. Does it matter if she doesn’t win the nomination? No. I’ll go to the fucking bat for Joe Biden if I have to because people’s lives are more important than my ego or my principles. I don’t know how else to put that.
Other people’s lives are more important than your ego or your principles. That’s it. That’s the whole fucking thing and I don’t understand how no one has learned their goddamn lesson about this.
'selfish'
Selfish is a special word to me.
When I first was introduced to the world of politics, issues and injustice, people seemed to use every word except for selfish.
'disagreeable'
'committed to something far less important'
'suspicious'
I don't think that makes sense. Selfish means to think only oneself, to lack consideration for others. In a way being selfish has evolved to mean to preserve oneself at the cost of others emotions or in larger cases, rights.
If an entire country can print 'In God We Trust' on currency, surely we can agree that believing in what seems impossible couldn't be that much of a stretch.
Selfish is the word I think describes those who fail to act
On climate change
On pay gaps both racially and gender based
Even just the gap in rights between anyone
Why on earth in a golden age of technology and prosperity does the term of 'golden age' still only apply to the 1%
It's 2020 people.
Ten years and a 50% chance to change the date on the end of the world.
Stop being so bloody selfish and think about how cool it would be to be remembered for changing things. Instead of being dammed to hell because you refused.
Just, stop and think.
hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak
“Laws change. Conscience doesn’t.”
Sophie Scholl
Dortmund, Germany
Street Art
“Stand up for what you believe in even if you are standing alone.”
— Sophie Scholl
Rip off that coat of indifference that you have put around your heart. - from the fifth pamphlet of the White Rose
Sophie Scholl 9 May 1921 - 22 February 1943
“The real damage is done by those millions who want to ‘survive.’ The honest men who just want to be left in peace. Those who don’t want their little lives disturbed by anything bigger than themselves. Those with no sides and no causes. Those who won’t take measure of their own strength, for fear of antagonizing their own weakness. Those who don’t like to make waves—or enemies. Those for whom freedom, honour, truth, and principles are only literature. Those who live small, mate small, die small. It’s the reductionist approach to life: if you keep it small, you’ll keep it under control. If you don’t make any noise, the bogeyman won’t find you. But it’s all an illusion, because they die too, those people who roll up their spirits into tiny little balls so as to be safe. Safe?! From what? Life is always on the edge of death; narrow streets lead to the same place as wide avenues, and a little candle burns itself out just like a flaming torch does. I choose my own way to burn.”
—
Sophie Scholl
Sophie Scholl, Hans Scholl, and other members of the White Rose were arrested on this day - February 22 - 68 years ago for distributing anti-Nazi leaflets. Four days later, Sophie, Hans, and Christoph Probst were found guilty of treason and executed hours later.
no bro
you really don’t
this feels appropriate
When revolution comes
When revolution comes, we will rise to it
The world is ending around us and money is the main concern
How much worth will your money have when everyone is dead
We have little over a decade and people still decide that they are worth more than the world
I am a teenager
I am in high school
I have dreams and ambitions and hopes
I want to go to uni and study and graduate
I want to find love and get married and maybe have kids
I want to grow old and look back and wonder how the fuck we achieved such a thing
how we fought, bled and shouted for change
and we got it
The revolution is imanate
It is coming, a whole generation can feel it in their bones
When we rise, those who made profit out of the exploitation of living beings are going to be the first to fall
The curtain of ignorance is being burned, slowly and surely
You may just regret underestimating our want to survive
Because we have been speaking and now
Well now, we are ready to scream in your ears
Nothing is more powerful than someone fed up of something
We don't need weapons
We are the weapons of mass destruction you fear
And we are preparing for launch
they say “it's impossible to know why the suicide rates amongst 11-17 year old is rising so steeply“
Maybe it’s something to do with the fact that governments are slashing funding for mental health services and we’ve been given 12 years to avert climate armageddon. Maybe it’s because young people are encouraged to work themselves to exhaustion in a world where their qualifications are becoming meaningless, to struggle to get a job in a gig-economy with no sick or holiday pay on minimum wage. Maybe it’s because they know they’re unlikely to ever be able to afford their own home, stuck in a cycle of exorbitant rents and student debt. Maybe it’s because this is not how we were ever supposed to live.
Bill Nye for most of his career: Imma do science for kids. Science without politics. Nice, tame science for the kiddos.
Bill Nye now:
Please
When I was younger, the adults in my life told me I could be anything. A doctor, astronaut, ballerina or painter. They said that the world was mine for the taking when I grew up.
But now I’m 16.
And I don’t think I’m going to be able to see the world like my parents do.
Not without knowing that my friends or myself could walk out of the house and down the street but never make it home alive or untainted. Each time we do, one headphone out, keys between fingers, walk fast, keep your eyes alert for any sort of movement, take self defense classes because it is your responsibility not to get raped.
Not without knowing that the food and clothes and material processions I buy are killing the world I call home, destroying it bit by bit. Each time I buy something I have to remind myself that because the people in power seem to think having money will save them from rising ocean levels or super diseases or heightened chances of natural disaster or people deciding that injections designed for their safety cause a genetic disease.
The world my parents and my grand parents and my great grand parents were born into is dying. It is fucking dying. The politicians and ceos and oil barons over 60 won't live to see it, but you are leaving a steaming pile of shit for us to inherit.
and you just don't seem to get it.
We will live here, hopefully for a lot longer
We will probably give birth to and raise children here, but they won't know lush forests or majestic glaciers or stunning ocean veiws
They will know heat, death, drowning and diseases
Dear polictian who doesn't think the climate crisis is real, please think with your brain instead of your wallet
Money doesn't matter anymore when the world is crumbling around you. The sacred bill of green will not stop ice caps melting, or frozen methane reserves bursting into the atmosphere, or wildfires burning through entire states.
It isn't money or bust
It's money and power or life and longevity
Don't pay people into silence
Build a better world and please stop being so selfish
We only have about 12 years to change things
Please, I'm not yelling anymore I'm begging
I want to see the future
If I'm insanely lucky, I might even get a glimpse at the next century
Please, just please
More than 8,000 people on Instagram watched Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez live stream herself putting together IKEA furniture, drinking wine and talking about the GOP and climate change.
Silence and Blaring Noise
My grandmother was born in blaring noise. Post-War. New life. Small country town suddenly shaken by the boom of the mining industry taking off. She was raised in silence, fenced off from the warring fields of conflict and political discourse. She now lives in both, protecting her younger grandchildren from the blaring noise she fears.
My mother was born into silence, broken only by the changing landscape of technology and communication. She left the fenced off world to join the wide plains of opportunity and conflict. In the end she left the noise behind, moving to the silent city where blaring noises were nonexistent, where the peace and silence was keep by a single, yet strong thread. She raised her children in the silent city, hoping and fearing they would never need to know of the blaring noise.
I was born in the new century. Now, silence stifles the pain and suffering, pushing it down to mean nothing but complaints. I was raised in the silent city, but one day changed it. I was ten when I heard about a girl just like me. With brothers, with loving parents, who went to school and loved it. Just like me. She was shot, for wanting something I had freely. And just like that, the blaring noise descended upon me and I felt whole
It disgusts me that some people, some men treat women as nothing more than amusements and baiting statistics. It disgusts me that I am considered less that my male classmates. My male coworkers.
I will not be content with the silence. I will become the blaring noise. I will be that noise until every girl is the noise. When the women who say silence is best finally realise they need to stand up and shout to get a fair go. Not just for the high schoolers, not just for the primary schoolers, not just for the kindergarteners. But the girls and boys being born every day. Being born into a world that is more free than ever, but yet still oppressive in so many ways.
But that’s why I fight, why the women all over the world raising their voices fight, aided by men who see the full picture, hear the full song.
Now, the noise isn’t blaring, it’s beautiful. A loud, generations old song, being sung from all corners of the globe.
If I ever have children, I want them to now it when they are born, I want them to sing it with pride.
I want blaring noise in their ears forevermore.
I made a chart.
