Turning twenty two, A girl can forget everything she once knew, A birthday comes just once a year Some people revel in it, Whilst others hide it.
The day you celebrate You also mourn for the girl you once were As you realise you are not her anymore You may shed a tear As you say goodbye to yet another year
A year filled with heartbreak, love, friendship Life changing lessons Perhaps it was a year Where something truly amazing happened After twenty one years You realised your worth on this earth and put it into action
So take a second to shed a tear To raise a glass Because twenty one was really quite class Then look ahead because you never know twenty two could be your year.
Remember Back in the day When those parties In Venice That say would have 25 people or so Walking through?
Now they were Too big Over-packed with 50-200? With frat boy vibes?
Dana Rick and I Arrived at one And I thought a At the sliding glass door Oh God And quickly escaped to the kitchen Cutting through the living room Where there was the make shift bar Nothing much in the Fridge
Anyway I made my drinks And turned around To cross back And somehow Dana was there In front of me
She raised her hands And wiggled through the bodies
While I Said NO I will dance When I feel like it I choose
So I began to follow And every elbow knees hip and arm Reached out to touch me Knocking all the contents out of my little plastic cups
And though I got to the other side Contemplatively Looking back Empty
The three of us Went to stand on the side of the house Safe By the water meter And I laid down my cups Laughing
So the moral of this story Although I think it’s obvious Is to Go With The Flow
Venice parties You know those 200 in a space made for 50? A monster that You had to Protect yourself from?
Three of us In the living room and I got To the Kitchen. For safety.
Serving adequate, and me on my way back Drinks in each hand Bodies through Dana leading Her arms above her head bouncing she won’t spill a drop The other hands follow again, me with stubborn arms refusing thus liquid contents emptied and Sticky the floor underfoot Splashed
Outside The water meter stood laughing told us about the flow and to go with it
The story of a beautiful beam balance That decided to balance two weights Me and my pal were the unknown participants Clash of the possibility of two different fates
We both were of equal pounds Yet, every day was a race to outweigh each other If only the beam would come down to my favor Hence continued a fight with no angry sounds A love for the balance that crossed all bounds
Days and months of relentless grinding The beam still holds strong, but the weights are getting rusty Masochists with a false thread and a weak binding A journey to quench the beam's needs is getting the weights thirsty
Enough of this, I forfeit this war that only hurts the core Weird mathematics where the addition of purity divides me more She claims that she was the victim who had to carry two weights She says"I hurled my fishing rod with no intention of fishing. It is you guys that took the bait." Ouch, you were a unique beam balance with multiple needles!!
After a long years you’ll end up saying why me? Of all people why me? Yet answers will just flee. Pretending to be all right you let your tears fall And let yourself get drowned in the stormy rainfall.
They will tend to push you off with a ****** words You are trying to fight among those huge wave forms, Do not just get tired of throwing breads unto them But just do not let them hurt you just stand up firm.
When someone criticizes you do not feel mad Just do not stop listening, dear never get tired, When someone say bad things to you feel it at heart Do not say a lot just show them you didn’t hurt.
When there are rumors and gossips about you spread Dear, never to show your flaws instead cried out loud, Do not simply let them wreck your life’s cursor Look forward, someday they’ll bow and says your honor.
I know wind is still here and he will wipes your tears I know that our lives is not about happiness, The tighter you hold the rose the more pain you get Believe in yourself and one day they will regret.
Just keep going. Stay on your lane. There's a brighter future awaits you there.
I heard about the sloop John B. When I was fourteen. I had learned to sail in a storm And the story gave me daring, Although I had lost control, Tightening the sail Instead of letting it out In a sudden gale. And just in time, a boat passed With a man who shouted, “Loosen the main sheet!” As the boat heeled to starboard, And I nearly capsized. But discovered a fair wind And the ease of a beam reach. So my first time was the worst, And best… But adrenaline fueled desire, To do this again and again!
This is a fond memory, which really happened, but I like to apply it to life, except when I'm feeling adventurous!
You have to accept that some people are not made for deep conversations, or for holding you together when you’re about to fall apart, or for keeping you from unzipping your skin, or for talking you out of suicide, or to love you through the worst moments of your life.
Some people are made for shallow exchanges, and ridiculous banter, and nothing more. And that’s okay. That doesn’t make them horrible people because they simply aren’t able to handle a storm like you. It doesn’t make you a bad person because you won’t divulge all the gritty details of your horror show. It makes you smart.
You have to accept that there will be people that cannot give you what you need. It doesn’t mean they are not worth keeping in your life. You just have to figure out who these ones are before you’re disappointed. And you have to keep them at arm’s length. You cannot expect everyone in your life to understand, to be nonjudgmental, to get it.
But that’s okay, because not everyone was made to impart wisdom, or wax poetry, or speak on politics and the depravity of society, or discuss how crucial it is that the stigma of mental illness be abolished. There are times when you have to get away from all that heaviness. You have to. And you will need superficial conversation about Kim Kardashian’s ****, or a debate on the colour of The Dress. You will need those ones.
So don’t go round cutting people off and dropping your friends. You need people for all your seasons. You need people or you won’t survive this. ￼