Dead Poets Society (1989)
Robin Williams, you changed the world. Rest in peace.
it’s the daydreams that wake me from the nightmares
everyone’s in love with you
so I pretend I’m not
I know that if I
the competition for
I will slip through
that I will
become another face
in a fawning
in a feast of promises.
I have stretched
so that one day
I can hold you
Photo by @argonautphoto (Aaron Huey) on assignment in #DenaliNationalPark. This is a stare-down that I did NOT win. #Grizzly by natgeomostly nature
Dear My Chemical Romance,
I know that I can’t make you stAY
*throws table* bUT WHERES YoUR HEART *sets tree on fire* BUT WHERES YOUR HEART *jumps off building* BUT WHERES YOUR-AND I KNOW THERES NOTHING I CAN SAY *bombs city* TO CHANGE THAT PART *bulldozers own house* TO CHANGE THAT PART *stabs neighbor* TO CHAAAAANNNGGGEEEE *breaks down crying*
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.