You told me to take what I want.
Isn’t it admirable, you said, isn’t
it admirable when a girl isn’t
scared. So I tried: I want you,
even if it’s not smart, I want to
cry anytime I feel sad and not
apologize for it. I want to stop
acting strong when I don’t feel it.
And I knew living honest might
mean losing people I loved but i
never thought it would be you.
You love art, don’t suppress it. Everyday you come back from elementary school, Uncle Fred is going to tell you to write a poem and draw an intricate image before you go to bed. Don’t suppress your love from art. You are going to love all kinds of music, rock from your Uncle Daryl and Uncle Fred, Hip hop from your Aunty Lorna and Uncle Fred, Oldies from your Grandparents, and all the between from your friends. Don’t suppress your love of art.
You, little Gio, are something else….You…You may not know it, but you have an m16 as a tongue using the bullets as ammunition stored in the deepest inventories of your heart, you, Gio, are something else. A wordsmith in the making, using your vocal cords turn into jumper cables, to be the very voice of an empire. You are a strong little man. Live your life, live your life as a little kid, don’t worry about anything that happens, you’ll regret growing up too fast, there will be a time when you have to, now is not the time.
Your mom passes away at the age of 10. Do NOT suppress your love of art. You are strong, yet you lose yourself, why? You become insecure, you become stronger to hold in emotions, but down to the core, your no weaker then a rotten pencil from the tears gathered upon the page of your next poem. You are a giant in child’s clothes, no one knows your capabilities. You’re heart tends to be a boomerang, being flung from your body still mourning on the loss of your mother, stay strong little man, it gets easier. You’re the lantern from your mother’s smile, her love engraved on your DNA still shine’s brighter then anyone else in your life. Remember what she sounds like, remember what her warm hugs felt like, remember her smile especially, they will kill you once you forget.
You get to middle school, your behavior is still a problem. You have never heard from your dad since you were 8. You start to rebel more. You care too much about your image. Stop it. You won’t stop until you’re around freshman to sophmore year. 8th grade, you are doing so well in school, making everyone proud in your family. Too bad you’ll suck at it later on. You still feel out of place, you feel like you have no friends, this is the time where you get hardcore into gaming, your a nerd, trust me it’s okay, you can still get girlfriends….hahaha. Don’t even worry about girls, yet you get your first real girlfriend in 8th grade. You learn a lot from it, you learn how it feels like and you actually last for a year and a half. Her name is Laverne, she’s really nice, remember to stay friends after, you make mistakes, a lot of them, and even after you deny that your pride is what messed up the relationship a lot. Your pride will ruin your second love.
Gio, you’re going into high school, the journey to finding yourself, to find out who you are, what you want to do with your life, and what your purpose is. You will stray away from God, but your bond will grow back twice as strong. You still feel out of place, you feel as if you are wearing a costume wherever you go just to fit in, you don’t even know what the costume is or who you are. Before the start of freshman year, you will encounter something great. They will impact your life like no other, you will find yourself through them, and you will find your friends. This is when you join Studio 429. You make it into one of their team called Tru-Definition. This is the beginning on how you really grow up. This is the same time where you also be exposed to drinking and smoking a lot more. Don’t be afraid, you learn your mistakes from those, but also better to experience them now. It helps you become wiser. Later you make it ALL THE WAY to breakthrough.
Sadly, you fall in love again…hahaha. I mean it’s not a bad thing, well it’s good and bad. But, you will meet a girl who will grab you by the lungs, and she will be the very first girl to REALLY take your breath away. You will learn as much or even more from this relationship then the last. Your pride is still held up high, you should take it down. You don’t. This will ruin your entire relationship. You should have supported her through the things she did for you and constantly help her achieve her goals, she is passionate about photography, you should have helped push her. You will love this girl with all your heart, she was probably one of the best friends you have ever had. You fucked up hahaha. It’s okay though, shit happens. She will eventually become the postcard of love to you, you’ll send it away with your heart to the lands of not giving a fuck. You will a grow another heart, one that has stronger walls, higher standards, and a new outlook on how to treat a woman right. Now don’t get me wrong, you still fuck up after the break up, you become insecure more, you still love her. But after all that, you truly start to realize who you are. You find out who is always there for you, and you find out how strong you can become. You guys eventually become friends again hahaha. You thank her for helping you learn. She shattered your pride and self esteem making you fall on them, cutting reminders into the hands that assisted in building the relationship in the first place. Those scars will be reminders. Her name was Chantal, she’s VERY kind.
BTW, one year dancing, your team gets 2nd in the U.S. and 11th in the world, the year after that you get 3rd in the U.S. and 6th in the world. your mom and dad would be proud.
You are now near present day. You find your closest friends, you find out more about God, you knew of God, but you never really KNEW God. He, our Lord, will guide you to your dreams, he will feed your ambitions from the very light of heaven. He will give you what your purpose on this world is. You finally know who you are and you are proud of it.
There are a lot of things in your family happening. It’s time to become a man. You’re uncle got married last year, your other uncle might move out later, your grandparents are getting old, and you need to launch your empire. Your dad goes to jail again, sending a letter of motivation. You’re always learning how to become a better gentleman and to just become a man in general. You have to stop dancing for Studio 429. It’s to expensive, you must use your money and time to invest it into a bigger passion, into your empire. Dont’ stop dancing, just train, once you make your thousands of dollars in just one month, you can go back. You’re scared of losing your friends, it;s okay, we’ll see what happens. Also, you are constantly told that you are a fuck up from parents that were fuck ups. Prove everyone wrong. Fuck everyone that doubts you.
Hi me, It’s present, you are the billboard of awkward yet confident. Go chase your dreams.
P.S. continue to stay true to yourself, never become cocky. stay humble. right now you fucking love Odd Future. hahaha. Remember to love your Uncle Fred and Aunty Lorna a lot, they love you so much, they are your parental figures, they helped you become who you are now. It’s hard for you to find a decent girl in your life, don’t get distracted by them. chase your goals.
Words that go unsaid between friends are the stones that build walls between people. I doubt you can hear what I am saying, but I am sorry I have only learned to speak honestly after seeing the stone barricade I created between us. With my tongue no longer being held, I am hoping to tear this wall down.
I’ve been lost before, I know what it looks like and I know what it feels like,
and he’s lost
so so lost,
I can see it in every word he directed at me since december (who am I kidding, perhaps even september), I can see it in his creations, in his behaviour, every single thing,
And it makes me sad, even if i don’t longer love him, (because, I don’t even know him anymore). It makes me sad for him because I know how much it hurts.
And I know he’d never dial 911.
Because he can’t even say something is wrong. Because he’s going to let it consume him until there’s nothing left of him at all.
He won’t say it. And no one will force him to. I won’t force him to.
But just in case,
in case he reads this,
hello, I don’t hate you, and if you ever do need that kind of 911,
you still got my number, you still know where I am.
LG ; The Salander promise I made you never stops being valid
Honesty is a barren trait of the innocent, unaware, precious gems that we need to protect with our lives because they don’t deserve to understand the anchored weights of lies, laying us flat on a torture table, stretching our arms and feet;
But still we keep lying.
Are you okay?
But how many people have actually asked you if okay is a word in your vocabulary and the mask you wear so well isn’t real.
Will we ever grow old of dress up?
Will we actually notice the broken smiles of people who’ve been walking for a hundred miles,
The unperceivable reality of how our society is dragging us down.
My words are better than my actions. Whether right or wrong, Most of the time I believe this. In many other ways, I am imperfect as well. And it’s something I’m trying to harmonise with, as I get
older. Because we’re all imperfect really, in our own little ways.
I tried; I tried really hard. I fucked up and I tried to compensate for it. But in trying to fix things, I over did it. Something I always do - note to self.
I’ve always been an extremist though; Utterly loveable or utterly hatable. But that’s me, and I won’t apologise for it. You can’t please everybody in this world.
How many faces do you have?
From how many people do you hide behind masks
Insincere film upon your visage
How often are you honest with anyone, if even yourself?
I know it’s hard to tell the truth
Sometimes it hurts more than it helps
But pain is smaller even still
Than deaths forked tongues till
I hope when you read love poems you think of me. I wonder if your heart beats faster when you're close to me. I'm wishing that your voice doesn't catch in your throat, that you'll be the first person I've cared for to return my affection. All these things happen to me when I'm around you.
Do you understand how much energy it takes to self destruct at this slow of a rate? This is not an effortless process. I’m surprised I am still capable to function in normal situations, sure, my communication skills and interactions with other living things in general are not exactly A+ but I try. And it’s exhausting. It’s so fucking exhausting.
“How are you tired? You don’t even do anything.” (d.h.)
Eyes as blue and clear as the sky When I look into forever And realize how small I am Standing in the vastness of everything that ever was Reaching for your hand so I can Hold on to a love that has gone unspoken for far too long Erasing all the broken love that came before The result of lies, cowardice and the machinations of the petty All gone A hallucination of life disguised as a slow death Lost down the rabbit hole Replaced with you, so beautiful Everything I ever want to be Looking in those blue eyes now Begging, just hold my heart, patiently Because it’s those eyes that draw me back Making me see I’m better than I was Whole, happy and ready to live The life I imagined The only one I ever need to know As waiting fades into now And it’s me and you across the world Redeemed in the eyes of the only Gods we’ve ever known: The men behind crystal blue eyes Looking into forever