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✨ Productivity Challenge [5/100] ✨

The world is one huge canvas, find your location and expose your film passionately!

1. I try to write poems In a list sort of order But the only one that’s ever turned out okay Is the one about my ex-boyfriend And that kind of sucks So let’s try this again. 2. I still won’t know what this poem is about even after I finish it because my feelings are hidden behind metaphors and finding treasure has never been one of my talents 3. I turned the girl I love into a metaphor. Her smile is brighter than the sun And her voice is so wonderful That I can’t find a good metaphor to describe it. And that sounds really cheesy But so is this; She is the song stuck repeating in my head She, is someone I could find solace in But I do not have the heart to tell her Because I am too afraid Of being rejected. 4. No one told me… No one told me That being young and naïve Could get you so lost Lost in another world One where the underground rises Where sewer rats of people Run the businesses on the streets Another world where darkness is obligatory Where I will shoot the life into this hollow body of mine Wrapping my problems in paper And setting them alight Pouring liquid courage down my throat So hopefully I can tell this damn girl That I love her as much as the bees Because her smile is as sweet as honey And maybe all the vices Of this pit I call a body Are helping me find my metaphors 5. My best friend was destroyed by her vices. I watched her drink her body numb Until the darkness she pushed away for so long Finally caught up with her fragile bones. I am afraid that I, too, Will be caught up with someday. 6. I thought I had found my metaphors. Thought that the only way to take apart The puzzles I call poems Was to destroy myself piece by piece But doing so only made the picture A little more muddy A little more black A little more…dark. 7. My vices have yet to catch up with me. The anxiety has taken over I no longer own my body I traded it for a temporary solution And it is coming back to haunt me. My mother always told me I was naïve. I guess that she was right. 8. The blank faces among the masses Stare longingly at a casket Standing underneath, a brother, a father, an uncle, a cousin. My brother. My father. My uncle. My cousin. I made too many left turns. Burned too many problems And blew away the ashes. Drank too much liquid courage And convinced myself that I could fly. My vices were the end of me. I never told the girl With the smile as sweet as honey That I loved her. I just whispered it into the vast void we call space While sipping on my lifeline. I felt myself shatter into pieces. The wind, blowing away my ashes. I am 9 10. pro tip: tell that girl you love her listen to your mother. kiss the boy you’ve been thinking about for weeks. shave your head. sell your home. buy a cat. or a dog. or a few. become a vegan. get a tattoo. get in a fight club just because you want to know what getting your teeth kicked in feels like. pro tip: it’s not fun. buy a car. travel. sing. dance. become Buddhist. come out. the point is life is the shortest and the longest thing we will ever experienceT and do not waste it by caving into your vices take risks and be daring or don’t but be you and don’t let yourself hold you back from doing so just because it’s not “cool” or “in” “lady like” or “manly” fuck society, be yourself.