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You Live Exactly One Time

This is for the men who are afraid to dance
For the men who wear white robes and read the bible backwards
who think that moving your body to the rhythm beating inside your skin
is any thing less then holy
who think that catching a swing in your step and a groove in your neck
will turn them into something they think is terrifying
like someone who loves someone so much
they are willing to catch a beating just to hold their lovers hand
for men who don’t know that their hips are made for moving
for men who are afraid to look silly
for men who don’t see that it’s silly to let your lover dance without a partner
for men who don’t know that someone will come along eventually
who isn’t afraid to step with her
who was brave enough to feel his heart beat
and decided to match the rhythm with his feet.

This is for the women who don’t ask enough
who are afraid of asking for help
or asking for more
or asking for something
or asking for anything that looks anything like intimacy
who were told they feel too much
who were told that their tears are inconvenient
who were told that whats between their legs is dirty and should be hidden
but what beats in their chest should be given away to anyone who will have it
for the women who know that they aren’t worthless
but keep pretending their soul is on sale.
for the women who have decided that all men are dogs
and they are more of a cat person
for the women wearing chips on their shoulder
because someone told them it matched the temperature of their heart
who don’t know that the angrier they are the more apparent their scars
who think they have beaten the system by turning the lights out on love
and wonder why they can’t see the horizon anymore

This is for anyone who has stopped themselves from doing anything
ever
because it was frightening
who let inhibition get in the way of adventure
who let looking stupid become scarier then dying
or living like you are dead
this is for the wallflowers who aren’t wallflowers but act like it
You live exactly one time
so make it count

I want to fuck like two stowaways on a viking ship thats going down
trying to pull one last memory out of each others flesh with the jaws of lust
more desperate to feel her than I am to survive
so when the water creeps in our lungs we can die knowing we had been alive
I want to make love like its the first time every time
i want to memorize her skin with my fingertips
like a blind monk reading a sacred text written in brail again and again
i want her to teach me how to pray
i want her binding to crack and her pages to fray
and i want to underline every pore with my lips
and when I’m done I want to scroll my theses
with my tongue down her hips

I want to play blues with strangers and learn something new daily
I want my poetry to live in my breath
and a hundred years from now I want you to dig me up
and read the story written on my bones
and i want it to be a story begging to be told
I want to dance like the world is burning to the ground
I want to feel like a raw nerve collecting every sensation
like lightning cutting through the wind
I want to learn every story ever told
and then tell them
I want to share whiskey with street merchants
I want to feel hope get robbed by disillusionment
then I want to find hope again in the eyes of a musician
of a poet
I want to find hope by listening to the sun rise
I want to look tomorrow in the face and say yes
I want to show the world what money is worth
by taking stacks of hundreds and starting a fire in the fireplace of the homeless
I want to be the first fool
the one who dances in quiet rooms
who trips on his dreams and laughs at you
for not having your own to fall on
I want to live goddamn it
and if you don’t that’s fine
but this is for you
you live exactly one time
and if you don’t start moving your feet
you will die never knowing what your life
could have looked like.

-Kyle Hoskins-

randomdonrant:

FUCK CHUCK NORRIS

Honestly, somehow it always seems that 
I’m dreaming of something I can never be 
It doesn’t bother me, ‘cause I will always be the pimp that I see in all of my fantasies 
I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s…

Screaming to be the only way 
that I can truly be free from my screwed up reality 
So I dream and stroke it harder, 
‘cause it’s so fun to see my face staring back at me 
I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s fuck 

All day I dream about sex
All day I dream about fucking