Its this feeling, this big feeling. You can see a person, or hear a song, or hear words from someone special to you, find an old picture you forgot about, eat something really really yummy...And you get this feeling. Its a little overwhelming (but not as overwhelming as an anxiety attack!) and sometimes people describe it as butterflies, or a lump you think you might need to cry out.
I simply call it, Right.
I wrote a poem years ago, when I was with a different boy, and it had those words, "what does right mean to you if you cant feel it under your ribcage?" I was asking him. I sorta of forget why (which happens) but I think he was trying to convince himself that the right thing to do was for us to not be together, maybe? We'd just met, and we were infatuated. And I wrote this poem as a way to counter-prove his ideas of right and wrong.
Words or rules, and society and elders can make us THINK we know what's right, but the proof is in our chests, in our hearts, under our ribcage. The word 'ribcage' isn't romantic, but I think the notion is.
Its where the utter truth lives. We can tell a person, "no" while our insides are racing "yes", and it gets harder and harder to deny. So we just need to stop! Mmkay?
It'll be the title of the poetry compilation I plan on having published some day, Im quite sure! My poetry is my real words, as will be this blog.
The End! Stay tuned.. ;)
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Apparently
I Googled 'start a blog' and clicked on this Blog Spot link, and I signed up. When I sign into my account, there are TWO blogs to my name!
At first I was flattered. Some IMPOSTER thought so highly of ME they'd stole my identity and started a blog, knowing that my name alone would gain them many more viewers and followers! It was a very likely conclusion.
Then however, I looked a little deeper, and it turns out its just a silly blog that we had to create my second year..no, first year of college, for me elected Life Writing class. I loved the class, I loved being given an excuse to write about random things..but its less thrilling then a stalker/copycat publisher. My teacher was the only reader, too. Not so flattering. lol
Anyways, here it is. We'll see how it works! Any bets on how long this will last?
At first I was flattered. Some IMPOSTER thought so highly of ME they'd stole my identity and started a blog, knowing that my name alone would gain them many more viewers and followers! It was a very likely conclusion.
Then however, I looked a little deeper, and it turns out its just a silly blog that we had to create my second year..no, first year of college, for me elected Life Writing class. I loved the class, I loved being given an excuse to write about random things..but its less thrilling then a stalker/copycat publisher. My teacher was the only reader, too. Not so flattering. lol
Anyways, here it is. We'll see how it works! Any bets on how long this will last?
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