Tag Archives: poetry

Why Be Ordinary?

How can people live such fake lives? They wake up in the morning, paint on makeup, bathe in perfume or cologne, put on uncomfortable, restrictive clothing just to appear a certain way, slap a fake smile on their face, leave their sterile house, hop into a shiny, fancy car, and go about their day. Everyone they encounter that dresses and behaves the same as them, they are fake-friendly with. Everyone they perceive as above them, they brown-nose. Everyone they perceive as below them they sneer at and ridicule.

In groups they laugh loudly and act as though they own the place in which they sit. Each trying to prove to the others that they have a good life and make good money. In their world, no one else could possibly understand or live up to the way they attempt to keep up with each other. There’s no consideration. There’s no empathy. There’s no true joy. Just competition. And possession.

Why? Just why?

Myself and my family may not have a ton of money, a mound of debt for things to prove we’re better than others, or brand name shiny “things.” But I don’t want that. I love my life of honesty. I love my genuine, opinionated, down-to-earth, honest self. I love that I tell people what I think. I love that I don’t feel obligated to paint on a happy face every day. I love that my life is not a competition to me, with my peers. I love that I comfortably and freely exercise my right to self-expression. And I love that I’m raising my kiddos to do the same. Furthermore, I love finding like-minded people because they are some of the most fun and interesting people I’ve ever known!

I can’t imagine living a life of fake smiles and dinner parties, overly high mortgages and designer belongings. It’s so stuffy, boring…ordinary.

I love being unique, colorful and full of adventure. It’s the only way I could imagine a life worth living.

I Know This

“…And I know that one day,
You will let me in.
And we will begin to love in a fashion I couldn’t fathom existed.
And we will laugh at the fact that we ever resisted this blissful togetherness.
And the sex?
Well, it’ll be off the charts.
‘Cause we’ll both be
Super freaky
But we’ll be fucking
From the heart.
‘Cause our loving will be something where the
Whole is much greater than the sum of the parts
‘Cause we’re artists, after all,
So what else would fate have us make besides art?
And I know that outside of this space time frame, we are one and the same
We’re a part, not apart
So I know that I can wait patiently for it to start…”

An excerpt from “I Know This” by Rachel Kann

What if…

What if I kiss all the spots you taught yourself to hate?

What if I placed my hands on them and left them still, long enough for my heat to join  ours and you to forget there was ever air between our skin?

What if I love all you loathe and what if I spend my days dirtying up your brain that was washed?

Show you new pictures of the same you you started avoiding in the mirror?

What if I say all they say is wrong and fill your ears with honest words in a language you stopped practicing?

What if I plant new flowers in the places you frown at, and teach you the names of them as they bloom?

What if I told you to never cut them and let the petals decorate the floor as you twirl through your life?

What if you forget you were ever anything other than beautiful?

~Tyler Knott Gregson