Poetry

Sideblog of caffeinecoldforclosers. Stay for some lit- poems, writing, lyrics- some famous, some undiscovered, and some originals. Thanks!

alamelalei:

thunderboltsortofapenny:

recoveringfrommyconvictions:

gaymerboy99:

littlelionmonster:

oldmanstephanie:

"Fuck You, Old People" — Group Piece at CUPSI 2014

"By the way, you can’t actually pick yourself up by your own bootstraps. That’s now how physics works."

FUCK. YES.

this gives me life….

"Act your fucking age" god damn, this has a good message here.

39 seconds in and I reblogged it

Clearer version of the same slam piece (performed by the second guy on the left) for ppl who have hearing difficulties (like me) —-> here 

and yet it’s so fucking glorious

(via literallygwen)

“Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. The math test really didn’t matter. The pie really did. The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you and the people who don’t. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people. Life is really, really short.”

—   Ethan Wate, Beautiful Chaos (via skeletales)

(Source: emotional-algebra, via itsjustfirealarms)

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

—   by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

(Source: stellines, via new-face-of-failures)

torilill:

Abandonement

(via petefnwentz)

“November 19th, 2013,
‘Selfie’ was named the Word of the Year by the Oxford Dictionary
Pseudo-intellectuals everywhere cried about the ‘death of the English language’
Because God forbid modern colloquial speech be recognised as valid.
Time Magazine refers to ‘millenials’ as the ‘me me me generation’
Selfish, all we care about is personal gratification
Lazy, entitled, shallow narcissists.
A picture of a girl taking a selfie on her phone is used for the cover
Because our selfishness can be summed up in the fact that we like how we look enough to document it.
We are consumed, they tell us, with our self image.
Everything is about us.
Me-me-me.
With the addition of every word to the dictionary,
‘Hashtag’. ‘Perf’. ‘Sexting’. ‘Totes’. ‘Selfie’,
The ‘me-me-me’ generation continues to make it all about ourselves,
And we should, they tell us, weep,
We should weep because we are entitled,
Because all we care about are selfies and parties and Instagram,
Because this is the generation that will one day run the world,
And for that, we should weep,
Because all we are is ‘me-me-me’.
Let me tell you something.
Every year, university tuition will be 2.3% more expensive for MY GENERATION,
MY GENERATION reports the highest levels of anxiety and depression than ANY other generation,
15% more of US than YOU will go to university,
But 46% of MY GENERATION won’t find a job until over a year after law school,
MY GENERATION, on average, is $47,628 in debt.
58% of girls in MY GENERATION feels like they are the wrong weight,
95% of people with eating disorders are part of MY GENERATION,
And MY GENERATION has a million dollar industry telling us that we are not good enough,
That we are ugly, lazy, and entitled,
And anything we do to be financially successful,
Or less stressed,
Or beautiful, god dammit,
Is in vain.
So pick up your phone,
Pick your favourite filter,
And take a goddamn selfie.
You deserve it for having to grow up in these times.”

—   My poem, ‘Hashtag Selfie’. (via dingdongyouarewrong)

(via iamthatsaxybandgeek)

heartintow:

A TRANS COLLEGE STUDENT IN A TOXIC ENVIRONMENT NEEDS YOUR HELP. 

One of my close friends named Brent (pictured above, he’s the one with short black hair and glasses) is in an extremely dangerous situation. 

To give you a little background information, Brent’s a transgender individual living with two extremely conservative parents who show zero respect for Brent’s gender identity, preferred pronouns and name, and little sympathy for his overall well-being. We met this fall at Bowling Green State University, and I became one of his close friends over the year. This year has been huge in terms of him coming out as trans and developing confidence in his gender expression. He’s made so much progress and I’m incredibly proud of him, but he’s had major fallbacks in terms of his relationship with his parents. They stopped paying for his schooling for a period of time (which nearly caused him to leave school), have put him through a disgusting amount of emotional abuse because of a past sexual identity and his current gender expression. They don’t believe in gender expression or identity other than the one assigned at birth, and refuse to acknowledge that it’s something that Brent’s been dealing with throughout his entire life. They thoroughly believe being Trans* is a choice, and this is something he has been persuaded to do.  

They believe that the individuals he has befriended at Bowling Green State University have caused this change, and they don’t understand the support he’s received. They don’t believe someone who identifies as trans* can lead a successful life and that this “behavior” shouldn’t be “encouraged”. Because of this, they’re forcing Brent to transfer to another nearby University (University of Toledo) and commute every day, which would be extremely hazardous to Brent’s mental well-being.    

Brent would be completely cut off from those who support him the most, including myself, his girlfriend, and his sports team, and would be completely and utterly at the whim of his parents. His parents have tried seeking therapists to “fix” this issue, and force Brent to present in a way in which goes against his preferred gender expression. 

Understandably, this takes a huge toll on Brent’s mental health. He has already begun falling into a depression because of his current situation, and is a risk to himself in terms of self harm and suicidal thoughts. 

This is our final hope for keeping Brent at Bowling Green State University where he has an overwhelming support system, and is in a  lgbtq+ positive environment. Brent’s girlfriend and myself have set up a indiegogo fundraiser in which we are attempting to raise enough money to pay for this upcoming school year. 

Our goal is roughly $10,000, and literally any possible donation can help Brent continue his college education at the university he’s currently attending. 

If you can’t donate money, which is completely understandable, PLEASE HELP BY REBLOGGING THIS POST. The more we can spread this post around the better and it’s just as important as any donations made. 

I know this post is extremely long, but one of my best friend’s mental sanity is on the line and it’s so important to me at we at least try to raise a little money to help him. This is our last hope and I know I’ve seen tumblr do so many wonderful things. 

Here’s the link where you can donatehttp://igg.me/at/brent-at-bowling-green/x/7677726

Thank you so so much, and please signal boost. 

(via gerardfreakingay)

mothsjpg:

I’m sorry that I smell like cigarettes and that I’m not with you and some days I feel full and others I feel empty I’m glad that we share the same moon it’s almost as gorgeous as you are dear

(via girlstxt)

The only thing worse than
Loving someone who doesn’t love you back,
Is loving someone
Who did.

stumphies:

He said
That punk rock girls
Are the best
Because they smell
Like beautiful sadness.
I called him disgusting,
And said
There is nothing beautiful
About tears
And red-rimmed eyes.
He huffed,
And said
“Wouldn’t it be horrible
If someone hated you
For your sadness?”
I said,
No it would be horrible
If someone
Loved me for it

(Source: prettiestpunk, via panic-at-the-pizza)

caffeinecoldforclosers:

"For boys who have been mistaken for girls", from Survival Songs by Meggie C Royer

caffeinecoldforclosers:

"For boys who have been mistaken for girls", from Survival Songs by Meggie C Royer