sweeterchord • [ The Space Around The Stars ] •
The funny thing about light is that dark doesn’t make it harder to see. It makes it shine.
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|| To celebrate life and you, dear ones, and to thank you for your support, I'm doing a giveaway of some handwritten poems!
Comment below with a number between 1-100 and in a few days I'll randomly pick (at least) five winners who will be able to choose which poem they would like printed.
I'm excited about this! I hope you are too. ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Other Ninety-Percent Feels Too ] •
We are frozen. We are moving. We are the ice that people fear but that forces them to heal, reminding them that numbness is intended to make us feel again, not remove our nerves like an appendectomy of the feeling we think no longer necessary. (But it is.)
We are stuck. We are fighting. We are bound merely by our own fear but never forgetting the life bubbling up inside of us and pushing us to go. To feel. To be so much more than this fear says we can but we go. And we keep going. Because even this world is not enough weight to keep our tomb closed. (Keep pushing.)
We are afraid. We are alive. We are shaking so much that we can’t even stand, but we will shake until the chains fall off, if that’s what it takes. Because fear can’t hold us. Not anymore. Not like this.
“Will you be there with me?”
Not always. But today I will be. And I will stay.
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To Be A Song; 145
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sweeterchord • [ The Petition ] •
I need you to live.
I need you to disentangle your limbs from the sphere you’ve made of yourself just to take up less space in this world, throw open your hands, and I need you to scream.
I need you to feel that ferocity of life bubbling up inside you once more, mentos in a coke bottle, except this time not fizzing out. You are perpetual. You are living. And if that is not enough for you then keep screaming.
Yell with every fiber of your being. Yell out the trepidity in your toes, the nightmares in your knees. Yell out the sadness in your stomach, loneliness in your lungs, and every bit of hurt still clawing its way through your heart like a poison blackening your veins into a roadmap of warped words. And yell out the stillness. Until you realize that you’re still moving.
I need you to live.
Please.
And I will say this. Again. Hoping each time is a sledgehammer chipping away at the soundproof walls you’ve constructed around the heart that I love so much. And I will keep fighting. Until this truth finally breaks through and you hear me.
I need you to live.
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To Be A Song; 144
|| If you are struggling, please talk to someone. Talk to me. Talk to anyone. You don't have to be alone. ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Fashion Of Inkwells ] •
I'm tripping over my own words like running in heels on a mountainside when all I needed to do was sit there and be.
"Did you even notice the sunset tonight?"
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sweeterchord • [ The Sidewalk Strangers Are My Philharmonic ] •
"There are times it would be easier if my mind was sedated and my soul didn't know hurt."
I don't think you believe that, deep down. I don't think you're truly lost enough for that. But it hurts, I get it. You see the stories of people around you (sometimes better than they can themselves) and you hold them. You feel the pain buried in their unbroken bones that might as well be shards for how often they threaten to drive themselves into hearts and lungs and break their rhythm. The rhythm that steadies the song of their lives. But it wavers. It skips. And with imperfect hearing you memorize the songs that they have yet to hear.
But you hope. You hope that someday they will see how important their harmony is, and that the apparent dissonance and imperfections are nothing more than the masterful movements of a Conductor who understands that resolution doesn't have to make sense until the last measure. And it certainly doesn't have to be in C major.
(I love your song too.)
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Unwritten, Unsent; poem 111
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sweeterchord • [ The Coordinates Of Meaning ] •
Looking for validations of productivity lost between the pages of creativity: when will you realize that what you see and what you hear are so far from what was intended?
(You flipped the numbers, dear one. Start over.)
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To Be A Song; 143
|| New faces, new friends, new adventures to add to the list. Bring it on! #thevasquezmeet #vasquezontherocks ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Soul’s West-Facing Windows ] •
I once knew a woman, in whom was wrought the hunger for journey and the desire to stay and I watched her struggle between the two.
(It’s funny how someone else’s anguish can be more beautiful than our own.)
I once knew you. And I knew myself.
Where are we now?
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Hummingbird Pulse; 123
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sweeterchord • [ The Petals Of Lost Books ] •
I am made of pieces, and we fight over whether I am greater than their sum or if they own me.
But I am more than my binding. And the epilogue is just the beginning of volume two.
(Don't stop writing.)
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Hummingbird Pulse; 121
|| @TWLOHA's #HEAVYANDLIGHT event last night was beautiful. So much talent, so many stories, and such good friends. Made me feel humbled and honored to have partnered with this organization! Keep sharing, dear ones. Keep hoping. ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Prescription ] •
“Why do you write?”
Where do you find the strength to not have to?
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Hummingbird Pulse; 120
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sweeterchord • [ The Poetry That We Are ] •
I gave up the pen a long time ago. I understand that my own words are indescribably inferior to the infallible intonations of the infinite God who, for some reason, wants to write me. And loves me enough to let me choose my own ink, for its color depends on what I am willing to surrender...
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Hummingbird Pulse; 117
|| This is an excerpt of a longer piece I just uploaded to my soundcloud! Have a listen and stay a while, if you like! I'd love for this to be the start of a longer conversation: Soundcloud.com/sweeterchord ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Last Glimpse Of Fear ] •
I’m not entirely convinced that what we need is to be noticed.
I think we just need to be told it’s okay to feel.
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To Be A Song; poem 142
|| For @twloha
Looking for more models and fellow explorers around LA for this season! Let's connect! ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Dissertations Of Folly ] •
Between the present and the future lie the shadows of the people you could have been and, if you let them, they will taunt you. They will line up their arguments like theses pounded into the doorframe of your soul until you yourself shake with the resonance of mistakes.
Don't listen. Don't let them tell you you're too broken to keep breathing.
You're not. You never will be. And to believe them is to negate the beauty of who you are now.
You shine so much brighter than shadows.
"And are you shining, or do you feel like a shadow?"
I will always shine. Even when parts of me feel like they can't. The shadow will never be all of me.
"I see both parts. That's why I know you're beautiful. Because you never give up."
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To Be A Song; poem 140
|| "I am still learning." - Michelangelo ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Mutineer Is You ] •
Interesting, isn’t it, how we fear to be alone. We surround ourselves with connections, conversations, and camaraderie - thinking they’re windows when too often they’re just white padding for the walls that keep pressing inward and stifle whatever voice we once had.
“Does it have to be this way?”
No. You can choose to dig instead, broadening tunnels like root systems until you realize that what you're diving through isn't mud.
It's the sun.
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To Be A Song; poem 141
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sweeterchord • [ The Fault Lines Don't Break You Anymore ] •
We were simultaneously crucial and obsolete: both effects of our little earthquakes and catalysts for them; never more confusing nor more beautiful than that instant wherein we realized our insignificance was the most significant thing about us. (It's not an oxymoron, I promise.) For only then can we reflect a beauty far beyond our own and receive a love that shakes mountains and leaves even the most broken of hearts realizing that someone finds them worth all of this.
"Will it ever make sense?"
It doesn't have to.
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To Be A Song; poem 139
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sweeterchord • [ The Place You Call Home ] •
For once, this inability to write is a good thing. For once, I'm okay. Because today mattered in a way that words insufficiently decry and (thankfully) these moments don't have to be constrained to ink.
(Your joy wouldn't fit on this page anyway.)
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Hummingbird Pulse; poem 115
|| My big brother got married yesterday, and I'm absolutely ecstatic about who God chose to walk through this lifelong journey with Him!! ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Littlest Phoenix ] •
I walked out of the orientation day where they explained how much the burn hurts and how it would become more difficult to bear my own weight skyward each day. Apparently it's a furnace and an anvil tied to my feet, but I've been told that's not even the worst of it. Something about tears and scars; I left before I heard the rest.
This is all I need to know:
I am pursuing the footsteps of the One who rose again. And so shall I.
Again.
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Hummingbird Pulse; poem 114
|| Happy New Year, dear ones! Thank you for your support, for reading, and for adventuring with me. Here's to what God has in store for 2015! ||
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sweeterchord • [ The Tree Outside Of The Forest Is My Favorite ] •
If there's one thing I've learned from you, it's that it's okay to stand out. It's okay to be different, spectacular, and not make sense. It's okay to defy the odds, break stereotypes, and confuse the world.
It's okay to be yourself.
"Believe that."
Okay.
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To Be A Song; poem 138
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sweeterchord • [ The Thesis Panel ] •
It's that I wrote it and got it out of my head. That's what did something; not the fact that you read it or even had something to say.
That doesn't matter as often as you think it does.
(No, it doesn't matter as much as I think it does.)
Why am I so often not okay in myself?
(Keep writing.)
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Hummingbird Pulse; poem 111
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sweeterchord • [ The Sheep Don't Appreciate Being Counted ] •
One. I woke up again this morning. Two. I'm still breathing. (Even though the world does everything in its power to get me to stop.) Three. I'm not alone. (And I won't believe that lie again.) Four. By family, by friends, by my Savior: I am loved. (Don't forget that.)
Have you ever noticed that the "little things" are the ones we need the most?
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To Be A Song; poem 137
|| Remembering these this holiday season, and hoping you will too. Merry Christmas, dear ones. ||
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sweeterchord • [ The End Of The World As We Know It ] •
The sun came up again. The clock kept moving. The years turned into numbers you had not yet known and friends came and went.
Even a "typical year" isn't the same, don't you see that? Every second is the end of something as we knew it, even if just the end of a breath or of doubting that these words matter - and the beginning of something new and beautiful.
(Will you now realize that you matter?)
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To Be A Song; poem 136
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