My Honest Poem by Rudy Francisco
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I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak, and then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
|—||Rudy Francisco (via supasad)|
And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years." - Abraham Lincoln
I bet that if they dusted my heart for fingerprints, they would only find yours.
"I have solar powered confidence and a battery operated smile. My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors and trying to convince my shadow I’m someone worth following."
- Rudy Francisco
The following are true stories. May 26th 2003 Aron Ralston was hiking. A boulder fell on his right hand, he waited 4 days then he amputated his own arm with a pocket knife. On New Year’s Eve a woman was bungee jumping in Zimbabwe. The chord broke. She then fell into a river & had to swim back to land through crocodile infested waters with a broken collarbone. Claire Champlin was smashed in the face by a 5 pound watermelon being propelled by a slingshot. Matthew Brobst was hit by a javelin. David Striegl was punched in the mouth, by a kangaroo. The most amazing part of these stories is when asked about the experience they all smiled, shrugged & said “I guess things could’ve been worse”. So go ahead, tell me that you had a bad day. Tell me about the traffic. Tell me about your boss. Tell me about the job you’ve been trying to quit for the past 4 years. Tell me the morning is just a town house burning to the ground & the snooze button is a fire extinguisher. Tell me the alarm clock stole the keys to your smile. You drove in at 7am & the crash totalled your happiness. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me how blessed are we to have tragedies so small it can fit on the tips of our tongues. You see when Evan lost his legs he was speechless. When my cousin was assaulted she didn’t speak for 48 hours. When my uncle was murdered we had to send out a search party to find my father’s voice. Most people have no idea that tragedy & silence have the exact same address. When your day is a museum of disappointments hanging from events that were outside of your control. When you find yourself flailing in an ocean of ‘why is this happening to me’. When it feels like your guardian angel put in his 2 week notice 2 months ago & just decided not to tell you. When it feels like God is just a baby sitter that’s always on the phone. When you get punched in the esophagus by a fist full of life remember that every year 2 million people die of dehydration. So it doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty, there’s water in the cup so drink it & stop complaining. You see muscle is created by repeatedly lifting things that have been designed to weigh us down. So when your shoulders feel heavy stand up straight. Lift your chin. Call it exercise. When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage & then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still here. Remember you are still here. The human heart beats approximately 4000 times per hour. And each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words “you are still alive”. You are still alive. Act like it.
|—||Complainers by Rudy Francisco (via angstywhinge)|
Let me pick up the pieces that lay scattered. Let me mend the heart, that I once with a lie shattered. Let me heal your wounded heart, and put the pieces together. Let me take you by the hand, and lead the way. Let me hug you tight and push your fears away. Let us be happy and erase all the hurt!…" - Philip T. M.
LET GO OF THE PAST! For the past is not holding on to you, you’re the one holding on to it." - Philip T. M.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly" - Sam Keen