17 - horizons; define it; hip revelations

words mean nothing when you don't know what to say

or when you can't speak

you're too shocked

afraid.

lonely.

it gets lonely sometimes

i guess it does for everyone

but i'm still waiting for things to begin

why have they not bloomed

like nebulous clouds, a glittering constellation

bright new birth

the start of time

the start of a golden age

still stuck in the navy blue and gold age

stuck there.

stuck

stuck

tar slurps at your ankles

and you can't get away.

you have to wait.

someone will come for you eventually.

maybe.

it depends on trust

and what you make of what you have

still stuck at home 

when home can be anywhere

and i wish it was somewhere else

somewhere bright and strange and foreign

unfathomable

unaverage

the reception of good news

has left me feeling

rather the opposite.

mechanisms on my teeth

"they'll make you beautiful"

they say.

well

i don't want beautiful

i want mysterious, strong, dignified

interesting, individual, intelligent

in in in 

i would rather have anything

than beauty

god knows what beauty even is

why strive for something 

when the definition

is still unknown

who even cares to find out

i don't.

not meant to be a poem

just thoughts

they ring 

wanting exit

wanting to be shouted across the world

a wave of force

strong enough to sever a thousand trees

to whip back the tops of the mountains

everest.

i am the whole geeky package

and i wouldn't trade it

for the world.

that's the best thing

isn't it

that feeling 

it's just that 

this place has outgrown me

don't broader horizons exist?

will they ever?

i wish they would

please, o please,

broad horizons, 

show yourselves.

sooner would be nice.

coherent thoughts
are too mainstream.
let's all be hipsters
holla
poets are hipsters
aren't they

shakespeare
u so hipster