This is my introduction to my book that will be completed soon..I wanted to share it even though it's not quite finished, just to see what you thought of it--enjoy.
EXTERNAL:
Vermillion lipstick.
Blushed cheeks
and mascara eyelashes-
is all a woman’s best friend
and every young girls dream
in one day wearing.
The spiritual intro. It’s like- Satan in human flesh, yet we are all a reflection of him and God when we walk through our doors. Even though comfortable to walk in my own skin, there are days I wish I stood six feet in height. I wish I had an older sibling, in which I could wear their hand-me-downs. I like to watch water move in whatever state it’s in, even though I cannot swim, whether pounding out of a faucet or the calming ripples in a stream. I am still a child- every young curious child has a young curious soul in them. Curiosity will probably get me killed; I think I will go and find my way to the Westboro Baptist Church to tell them that I love “gay people” and am a “confirmed nudist”- and maybe they’d lynch me or chase me off the face of the earth.
INTERNAL:
My eyes are like those of Chuck Ferris-
I wish;
my writing is like the Bronte sisters-
I dream.
The emotional. There are days I walk on dirt, feeling like I am walking toward the end of my life, half awake, feeling completely unbalanced- as if going through a transitional phase. Focusing so hard on the sky, I see balls of cotton fluff move, merging into one another recreating different shapes. I form ideas in my hands for they are what I also use to write them down. Smooth and swift is the way I wish things would be, yet- I tend to not write my best during these periods and I wish I could since I have turned from this macicist fad two years ago.
When I write in public
I try to fade with the darkness
the walls cast in the corner,
blend in with the rest of the room;
it never seems to happen-
someone inspires me to write-
or they disfigure my imagination.
The physical. During my transitional phases I tend to dwell so much on my nightmares, dreams and daydreams- either clashing angelic visions with sinful actions or vice versa. Teenagers faces are pimpled with the problems of adults in today’s society--the already dead, die again and people are actually dying on hospital beds. Polar bears are forced to listen to the movement and the breaking of the ice underneath their paws before having to hold their breath for the plunge of death—the death that we as a race are causing. So, walk barefoot to the end of the earth(feel the morning dew, feel the earth’s pain and sorrow, feel its happiness and joy), allow conversation to be held with inspiration(unite with your true character, learn to recognize who you are-be motivated by those who are motivated) and discover the true colors of love(when your fighting to not let go who you fell in love with from the start).
You can never make anything less
or more of what it actually is-
enjoy it for the moment,
it’ll mean so much more later.
The mental conclusion. The moments before you know if someone is an asshole or crazy or not are the most exciting—they are the “golden” moments when you are learning of someone else other than yourself. The things you never saw will one day appear and you will see everything. People can only give you the advice you are willing to comprehend and take. Broadening the mind is what will cause the transition from no longer being that curious child-but that mature adult with a curious soul.
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist.
