Drive - The Gaslight Anthem

And we're much too young of men

To carry such heavy heads

And tonight for the first time

It felt good to be alive

Ne Me Quitte Pas - Regina Spektor

And in the gardens I get lost

That is unless I'm getting found

And if you are the ghost of New York City

Won't you stick around?

The Limitations of Me

Temporary blog title change until I can decide on something better!!!  I'm super indecisive okay

It comes from the "Frobisher's Letter" scene of Cloud Atlas (or, as I call it, the china shop scene), which I just watched on Friday night and I am still not over it.  I will never be over it.  That movie was gorgeous and heart wrenching and I love it and I'm in pain.  Wow.

The full line is "My life extends far beyond the limitations of me" but that didn't fit.

Here's the scene I'm talking about (warning: there are NSFW parts)

YOOOOO ANNOUNCEMENTS

Hey!!!

So I just wanted to give you all an update about what's happening with this blog and the writing currently on it, as it's been a while since I've done one of those.

First off: THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG WILL BE CHANGING

Not the URL, just the title.  I'm going to go from "You're All Late For Tea!" to one of four options:

• "I, Astrophil"
• "1500 Years Late With Starbucks"
• "To Boldly Go"
• "Ex Astris, Scientia"

I haven't decided which yet.  If you like one best, feel free to tell me?  That probably won't end up influencing my decision though.  And yes, two of those are Star Trek references.  No, I don't care.

Secondly: I'M SORRY ABOUT THE LACK OF STORIES

There are multiple reasons for this.  This first and foremost is that last year, I participated for the second and last time (I'm too old now) in a state writing competition.  There were three big tournaments, and meetings with my school's team every week.  I ended up wining the whole thing, which was super amazing!  But I was writing stories.  Stories based on prompts that I had to write in 40 minutes (except at the state tournament - then we had 35 minutes for the first three rounds, and 30 for the fourth one).  So that took a lot out of me!  I've had trouble writing finished stories since.  I'm not sure why.

Eventually I will type up my favorite stories that I wrote last year (of the practice ones - I will post ALL the tournament ones).  I'll write more about those when I post the first one, which hopefully will be soon, once I get some housekeeping done.

I've been writing a couple other stories too, although it is slow going.  I'm very very busy this year, so please be patient!

As for all my fanfictions - please be even more patient with those.  They're kind of on the back-burner right now.

Thirdly:  I AM SUPER BUSY

I do NOT have a lot of time at all this year.  All of the poems I've posted since the start of the school year have been written on the weekends, or super late at night when I should be sleeping but can't.  So please be patient with my sporadic posting.  Sleep and school comes before anything else.

Fourthly:  MUSIC

I really really like music.  I might have some questionable choices sometimes but for the most part my taste in music is PRETTY DAMN GOOD (thanks Mom and Dad!!).  So I'm going to post a song or two every week, maybe with my favorite lyrics from the song too.  You don't have to listen to them, but I like to share things I like!!

So that's it.  That's all I have to say.  I have no way to end this.

Here's a song!

Beautiful Machine (Parts 3-4) by The Apples In Stereo

Anatomy - A Poem

poetry more like [loud screaming] [sounds of explosions] [lord of the rings soundtrack] [blood sacrifice] [the "where no man has gone before" speech plays softly in the distance]

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Anatomy

a monster lives inside of me

she made her home in my chest

for a long time she was angry

and she woke me from my rest

but i made my peace with her

just over a year ago

she's no longer mad, but she won't leave

and that's all i really know

there's a demon in my stomach

but from there she strays, she makes trips

and all my offerings of peace

have fallen dead from my lips

i feel her in my muscles, sometimes,

in my throat and in my head

i don't think she will ever go away

so i'll just live with her instead

there's a ghost that lives close

just under my first layer of skin

she's friends with the demon half the time

and sometimes i feel her sagging in

i do not know whose she is

but maybe she is mine

mostly she's quiet, just humming, buzzing,

and i can deal with that just fine

a skeleton lives in my bones

she wormed her way inside

sometimes if i feel too stiff or full

i know that she is why

i don't know why she's here

i already have a skeleton of my own

she doesn't speak or make any noise

just gives me a second set of bones

a monster lives inside of me

she made her home in my chest

sometimes, now, late at night

i'll be awake while she's at rest

she's heavier then, i think,

while i carry the weight of us both

and remember how i was, how i am,

and hope, and hope, and hope

The Crooked Thing - A Poem

Title is from "Brown Penny" by W.B. Yeats (favorite poem go read it).

Also, this poem is trash and rhyming is hard.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS SO MUCH

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The Crooked Thing

There is no pressure in my chest

Or lively chorus from therein

No thoughts of another will plague my rest

No feeling of fire on my skin

My heart will not go dancing, no

Nothing quite enough to catch my gaze

I don't know much, but of what I do know

It is a silly, foolish, self-induced haze

Nothing last for everything

Adolescent feelings not exempt

So tell me then, would you, why

Would I let my heart strings get so unkempt?

And if I read tall tales of love

And shining knights saving the day

And archetypes dying for thereof

If you saw, what would you say?

I was not lying, do not accuse

I do not know that feeling

And after it has simply become a bruise

My heart will not go beating

I can smile as the stories of others

But I do not wish for one of my own

For my favorite stories are of sisters, brothers

Friendship, not love, written in stone

You yearn someone else, you let them in

And I watch as you lower down your walls

And perhaps my silence was the greatest sin

As once again I watch you tumble and fall

But I am gentle, I do my best

Not to cast such notions so far away

Yet again you longed for the beating within another's chest

And if it is foolish to me, what should I say?

So through all the knives and tender lies

I will keep my chin held aloft

And when I break, there won't be butterflies

For I'd rather be filled with wasps

You (A Story About Me) - A Poem

hey kiddo
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You (A Story About Me)

and there can be magic

late at night

as you lie on your side

in bed

but it's not always good

not always light

as it pounds and screams

and tears at your head

and there will be those

who will ask you

why you don't just

turn it off

but it's not easy

not something you can do

as you shudder and sob and try

to remember that you're ninety-three percent star stuff

and you will answer

with a half-tried smile

with a mantra you've been repeating

inside of your head

with something you haven't

believed for quite a while

but most will agree with you

even though they were lies that you said

and you will eventually find

the courage for honesty

some won't like that

some will call it a bluff

but even if you find

your confession is a soliloquy

don't worry, don't fret

you're ninety-three percent star stuff