I unfolded this balisong so many times
that I forget I have the option to conceal it away
into the crevice inside my chest.
Cutting through sentences to be heard,
stabbing myself away from danger,
recklessly slicing everything hoping I will be let in.
I spent so much time defending and protecting
that I lose sight what I’m holding unto.
How the blade I carry is so sharp with anger
the world is hurt enough
you don’t have to prove you are hurt
butterfly your wings and tuck it safely
no one needs you to survive right now
they just want to see you live
balisong sweetly into peace
so you can be held
into those wanting to hold you.
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame;
How could you become new if you haven’t first become ashes?
I call babies on airplanes ‘air babies’.
And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before — and thus was the Empire forged.
Via Mr. Joshua ‘Switch Step’ Villagomez :
'I hope everyone has had a great week so far! Tomorrow is Thursday and class #3! We did some more drills related to basic footwork and started to put some of it together! Let's keep going! See you tomorrow! Practice those hitting drills as always!'
Life is too short to wear boring clothes.