Crushes, a guide:


(via setapart-notabove)

I can’t open myself up without falling in love with every person I like. There’s too much pain in that. So I stay closed.
(via nickmiller)

(via nickmiller)

My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.


I have this urge to write something about love because in case you haven’t noticed or are new to my blog, I get infatuated very easily. I also have to urge to take that potentially corny and sappy thing and make sure I write about God’s love and how it never fails.

In case anyone wants to read the thing I’m talking about above ^^^, click here. :) 

The poem meshing is going well. I hope I like this poem tomorrow lol.

I think I’m going to try to mesh this other poem I had about infatuations with this new poem I’m trying to write…

How all my crushes start. Oh, the struggle. Can you relate?

- from Does My Head Look Big in This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah

How all my crushes start. Oh, the struggle. Can you relate?

- from Does My Head Look Big in This? by Randa Abdel-Fattah

It’s hard for me to tell fiction in my poetry because poetry, for me, has always been about truth. It became more about truth after discovering spoken word and hearing peoples’ stories on Brave New Voices. And I just listened to Miles Hodges’ poem, Alcatraz of Balloons, and it reeked of truth. I’ve linked to it (click the title) and I’m going to post it after this. I’ll warn some of y’all that would mind, there are cuss words in it.

I feel like he’s always reminding people, fans more so, that we don’t actually know him. I have a bad habit of thinking I know people through their work. That’s why I’ve had a few crushes on some people from my creative writing classes. I wanted to fully believe in the truth that they have shared with the class. I related to it. I could see them in it. But the truth was I was just infatuated with their work. And his fans are just infatuated with his work. There’s nothing wrong with that. Just know that you don’t know them to love them or even really like them. Poets pour their heart out on stage because it’s full; not for praise. Poets appreciate the love and admiration, but would like respect.

I don’t know. That poem just made me think about poetry and why I write and what my truth is. It made me think about being on stage and what people would think about me from my work.

I just want to write a bunch of poems about you. Maybe then my heart will be satisfied. Maybe then the fantasy will die.