Don't Think So Much

You are minimal-
the sum of every experience.
Your life has made you who you are.
The first time you kissed her
made you brave, and
the second time made you strong.
Leaving everything to chance
has helped you see
real infinity.
Document each day
in the lines of your face;
make your own little mark on your patch of earth.
Lay still;
quiet.
Breathe.
Breathe in the colourful air
and the fresh showers of rain.
See light in the little things once more. Empathise.
Start anew every day.
Tears won't fall. Laughter will spill out of the lines of an ordinary life.
You will split the seams
of expectation.
Sleep with your thoughts, dance with your dreams;
hold a courtship of favour that won't end in disappointment.
Feel endlessness stretch around your skin
and trust (in yourself, in those wiser)
that you are where you're meant to be.
Take responsibility;
be a force for change.
be genuine, and choose
to live life happily.


-g.m

(dedicated to Ma, Dave and Roger)
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some context:

I wrote this whilst on the phone to my mother. I've had a really rough time recently and she is very good at saying all the right things. Every day I'm being inspired by new things that I used to find hard to see; love from friends, early morning sunrises and the simplicity of knowing that you are in control of your life. I am being newly inspired by living simply and loving and doing.

I'd like to thank so many people for this new happy mindset, but I suppose most prominent among these people are my Mother, for being my Ma (no matter how difficult that job proves to be) Dave Green, for always being up for a chat and being the most supportive human being I've ever met, and Roger Wyatt (along with everyone else from Harbour) for welcoming me into their community with no questions asked, and for always being friendly, supportive and understanding.
Thank you to all my new friends from uni for so quickly coming to feel like family and all my old friends from Cambridge for not forgetting about me. Please just keep on doing what you're doing. Thank you to everyone who I've been in contact with for the past ten months. Even negative input has changed who I am and helped me to be in the position I am in now. My life might not be perfect, but I am much happier with every coming day. I am being careful to try and cut out as many negative influences as possible, and I am doing so much better than I was even just a few weeks ago.

blah. sentimentality!

happy poems! they exist!

much love

x

someone to be excellent to

"I love you."

A pause, to catch my breath.

For feelings to settle, for words well-meant to sink in.

"Can I kiss you?"

Words falling hot and sticky from warm lips.

"I don't know, can you?"

Laughter. A gentle punch on the shoulder.

And then the kissing;
softly tender.

a nudge of noses,

a bump of teeth,

chapped lips briefly brushing.

A smile.

A feather light breath on sunburned skin.

Traipsing home

with grubby knees,

torn dungarees,

a bucket of tadpoles

and a love

that lifted heavy hearts and tired eyes.

Another pause; this time to ruminate on the idea of being young,

here and now,

and so simply in love.

We are all just searching for someone to be excellent to.

-g.m
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some context:

the idea is that this poem works as one poem but also as two different ones. The poem in normal type is about a first kiss, and the poem in italics is about a young love, and the last line in the centre is supposed to tie them both together.

let me know what you think about the format; i tried it in a few different ways!

i tried to write a happy poem and i suppose this is almost there.
i don't know. it's warm and i'm tired.

much love

x