Holy Positivity, Batman!

In an effort to counter my massive negativity, this post is going to be solely for the purpose of self-validation. If you want to know things I like about myself, read on fellow. If not, AVERT YOUR GAZE.

I like to sing, and I like my voice.

I can play the cello like nobody's business.

I can write relatively well.

I am going to graduate.

I am very loyal.

I will help those I care about without a second thought.

I am pretty.

I like to draw and I like what I draw.

I am not a narcissist.

I like that I will always rather forgive than forget.

I like that I am trusting, even though I always trust the wrong people.

I am bilingual, and I love to speak Spanish.

I am willing to make leaps of faith.

I like that I will do something just because it feels right.

I will not hurt people around me for personal gain.

I like my idiosyncrasies.

I especially like that other people pick up my idiosyncrasies.

I like my hair when I get out of the shower.

I can do calculus. Not necessarily with ease, but I can sort it all out.

Every time I say "I love you" I mean it.

And that wraps it up for now, kidlets. Hope you're all swell, or at least not terribly shitty.

But I ain't givin' up quite yet, I've got too much to lose ~ Sweet and Low by Augustana

Inquisitions And Tornadoes

Old poem, I liked it a lot, but it's kind of short. My friend Cheyenne enlisted me to write some slam, so. It's intended to be read aloud, y'know.

Be Like

Don't cry cardboard, baby.

It paper-cuts too deep and

you can't even

river me

with it.

Don't bite your fingers to water, Jamie.

You only have so much

and I can't kiss it better

when you've stopped beating.

Don't stomp the stairs down, Johnny.

How will I climb to your love dressed in

sorry because

I can't climb walls, Peter.

I'm too afraid of jumping down.

Don't ignite, Chloe.

I'm buried too deep to put you out

and who will broom up your ash eyes

with weeping willow fingers?

Don't charcoal horses, Tommy.

You used up all the gas

when you reversed the world's turn

and all the little birds upside-down fell

away.

Don't sad sky, emily.

Sad sunsets

so that I

can sunrise you happy.

Don't dream nightingales

dream mockingbirds.