Sunday, August 20, 2017

infp me



"You feel out of control in your outer surroundings, and instead of addressing it, you feel overwhelmed, powerless, and withdraw into what others might call “procrastination mode.”

When you are around people who try to assert power over others you feel the need to stand up for the disenfranchised "underdog."
You are overly giving with your energy in service to others, but feel emotionally depleted afterwards, wishing that others would naturally serve you back. When they don't you feel taken advantage of, but feel too awkward or bad asking directly to get your need met. Besides, you want it to be their authentic idea, not yours.

You hold endless space for other people's emotions, but find yourself alone and unable to communicate the depth of what you're experiencing.

You escape the outer world by engaging in excessive reading, video games, TV marathons, or other isolation strategies.

You feel indecisive, and commit to things only to cancel from overwhelm at the last minute, often creating friction in your relationships. When you finally know what you want it's difficult to communicate how important it is to you, only to end up feeling marginalized in the attempt.

You feel criticized for being too emotional and for taking things too personally. It makes sense - because to you everything IS personal."



Thursday, August 17, 2017

How to Flirt, A Compilation


  • Follow the person you like around at a close distance making the waluigi "wah" sound.
  • After high-fiving a guy add some romance and flirtation by immediately sniffing your hand.
  • When you see a cute guy at the bookstore, slap a book out of their hands and scream "WORD PRISON!" and karate-chop the air a lot.
  • Write your number on his hand. while he's sleeping.
  • Follow the object of your desire from a 50' distance screaming the lyrics from Lion King's "Can You Feel The Love Tonight".
  • Show up on their doorstep even though they never gave you their address. When they open the door, shove cookies in their mouth and run away.
  • When someone compliments you, drop to the floor and curl up your limbs in your very best dead spider impression.
  • Make sure to turn your head and mumble a running side-commentary on everything you say...as you say it.
  • Rate their sentences on a scale of 1-10 for how well they hold your interest, shouting numbers in response to everything.
  • The best recovery for awkward pauses is belting ABBA songs, encouraging those around you to join in with eager eyebrow waggles.
  • A handy little maneuver I like to call Interrupting Leapfrog™.
  • There's also the unabridged version of that maneuver called Interrupting Leapfrog Body Guillotine™.
  • Drop to the ground and crab-walk as fast as you can toward the object of your interest. Bonus points for sideways.
  • Punctuate the end of phrases with air drum solos. If interrupted, pull a real drumstick from your pants and whip it at them.
  • Finger puppets.
  • Clothesline hot runners from the sidelines at marathons and 5Ks.
  • Three (possible four?) words: delayed reaction spit-take.
  • Attempt to close their eyelids with your fingertips while they're speaking to you. Or, just, whenever.
  • In order to convey sophistication and maturity, you should speak to them at length with the infamous Peanuts' Adult wah-wah. 
  • Paraphrase everything they say to an unseen entity in your bag or pocket addressed only as "Uncle Leonard."
  • Follow the object of your interest around, narrating their actions and possibly suggesting pithy soundtrack choices where appropriate.
  • Squirt whipped cream around your mouth and impress them with your best Old Yeller impersonation.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Monday, August 07, 2017

good morning?

"Greet each morning with a smile... an ominous smile, a petrified smile. Stare still and smile till the sun returns to its other horizon." - @NightValeRadio

Friday, August 04, 2017

zenith

thinking long and hard about it today. i realized that if i could only ever listen to one piece of music for the rest of my life, i would have to choose the second guitar solo from Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. i have never been so moved in my blood, guts, soul, heart, or head, by another piece of music. i don't know why. it makes me emotional every time i hear it - tears and goosebumps, no exceptions. it's primal and haunting and beautiful and exultant and chilling and desperate and anguished and euphoric and raw. it speaks to me like poetry and life. the second solo of this song is the first time i truly fell in love with music, and something reminds me of that every time i listen.

i love this video of it, because it is a version of this song, a live performance, that actually happened in my lifetime. i wish like hell i could have been at this concert in person.

anyway, there's one little important chels fact.

Monday, July 31, 2017

extrasensory

barefoot
beneath these
skirts

less an attempt
to maintain
workplace
informality than
it is a sensory
deprivation

thing

see, i
gotta feel
like i haven’t
stopped
feeling

this is one
of those
monday morning
attempts at
unwinding

& a little
work
avoidance
as necessary

a little
extrasensory
deprivation

thing

can’t stop
that tantalized
spineshiver
when i feel
him

reaching out
to trace
contours, so i
tremble
& curl

purr a little
push back
against a
vibe or
wavelength

like it’s a
solid
& it is
oddly

solid enough

so somehow
the smoke
clears a little

but i’m
okay
with that

today

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Friday, July 14, 2017

catwalk

what might
befall
behappen
& become

o best beloved

to this
wildest
of all
wild animals

who walks
by himself

all places
alike
unto him

let’s make a
little magic

a woman
wise
maybe as
wise as
a cat is
wild

maybe
a little
wild
as well

o best beloved

hear
attend
& listen

to a little
singing
magic

of wild tales
in wild woods

and if i say
a word
of praise

as you
walk away
in all
places

will you
come
into this
cave?

and if
i coo &
compliment
you a time
or two

will you
curl
beside
this fire?

and if
you get
a word
or three
from me

clever
cat

will you
keep
your
wild way

when
the moon
wakes
& night
shakes
wild
trees

but still
stay
a little
in the
day

anyway?

Thursday, July 13, 2017

kitestrung

i knit
the silence
with these
fingertips

or try to
make
something
outta

soft nothing

unwords

all your
little
implosions

but i can't
knit so it
unravels
& i feel

kitestrung

to you
as you

float off
toward
all those

empty
spaces

so i
watch sky
& try

with my
feet tight
on earth

tonight.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Monday, July 10, 2017

trail

i twitch &
these branches
heavy with
summer
leaves

rustle
in the night

betray
position

every
sense a
new nerve
ending

ears
scan for your
usual

frequencies

pupils
contract
& dilate
grope
through
darkness

for
another
glimpse
wary
but

wanting

that
new color
that
flash of light

or

a low
growl
& hot

baited
breath


Monday, July 03, 2017

marionette

awake
too early
all the day's air
already
deflated

gasp
gulp &
sob somehow

simultaneously

can't tear
this wretched
head from
a hot bed

hollowness
too heavy
to move or
move on or
move away

& i just want to
move again
with purpose
move like
moving matters

but i fight myself
to my feet
for the day
anyway

tie slow
strings for
these marionette
motions

wooden
painted limbs
clatter & clamber
with external
purpose

an act of
movement
the farce
of mo(u)rning

routine

Sunday, July 02, 2017

ceiling tiles



ceiling tiles

fighting kind by ainslie wills
cool out by matthew e. white & natalie prass
wild horses by bishop briggs
not above love by alunageorge
tundra by sleepmakeswaves
die young by sylvan esso
let me down easy by gang of youths
midnight hour by teischa
deep wide ocean by the jezabels
never gonna change by broods


Saturday, July 01, 2017

ghostwriter

he looks like
he's been reading

poetry
all day

all mine

& i'm converted
more to a

show versus tell
theory

when his hair
falls into &
over his eyes

as he
focuses

the tip

of his tongue
in his teeth

starts

all my
little word
heartattacks

an image
of stubblescratch

raw along
the side of my
neck

all morning
accompanies

the ghosts
of fingertips

soft along
the sides of my
thighs

need his low
rumblings

to echo around
chest walls
pressed up against mine

or how shoulders might
shake still, when
he holds on tight &

laughs into my hair

& i could
draw diagrams
in disarming detail

if he ever
asked me to

but i just write

just
right

and he
will never see
what he

does to the mind of me


& we talk
of obligation

as if anyone else

were a good
enough reason

for doing

or

not doing

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

summer mellowdies


the highs by panama




arty boy by flight facilities feat. emma louise





does your city sleep like mine by jim lawrie





never start by middle kids





what can i do if the fire goes out? by gang of youths





jungle by tash sultana





strange or be forgotten by temples





all disco by elbows





wasted on fidelity by cameron avery





love is mystical by cold war kids





let's hug longer by heaps good friends