Prompt Of The Week: Write about your favourite song lyrics

@blindDaisy9121 ok here are lyrics to one of my favorite songs: It’s called “samba do brasil.” by bellini i think

 Levanta a mão pro ar

E
deixa o pé arrastar

@blindDaisy9121

"That openness exposed me to a truth I couldn't find, in the clenched fist of my ego or the confines of my mind" - Saul Williams. Talk to Strangers

I've always been an open-minded person, full of curiosity, desire to learn and explore... But maybe I haven't always listened so well.  I had to learn; an adaptation necessary for survival.   I feel like I see a lot of people approaching everything from their one mindset, and it's too predictable, and it doesn't allow for much character growth.  But more than that, I diversify and I feel a lot less alone with myself.

"Tween the horror of space, and the terror of time" - Blue Oyster Cult. Death Valley Nights 

I feel like our whole existence is absurd.  Like, we never had a beginning, and will never have an end.  I almost feel a mental alert on a very rare occasion... Like, some kind of warning that what happens next has never happened before and will never happen again.  Again, it's rare.  I feel like time moving in one direction and only being able to be in one place... It's a terrible situation that we're all in, and it almost feels like it's not even true.  We just don't know any better yet.  

"Fate has given me wings... Such a terrible funny thing." - Living Color  Flying

I feel like freedom has made me make a lot of mistakes... But there's so much possibility, and I need my whims, curiosities, choices, and the ability to influence all the same.

Those are just a few.  This wasn't true poetry or prose, but it's what I had this time. 😅

I recieved this prompt a while ago and I didn't know what to write. But recently I was listening to music and the song "carry on" came on and I was very happy becuase i like that song. One lyric really stood out to me that I hadn't noticed before, and it said "I am not the ghost that haunted me". Such a simple line, and I'm still finding new ways to interpret it. How lovely it is! anyway guess i'll try a poem. might be kinda sad, expect bad parenting and dermatillomania (skin-picking)/kind of addiction ?

Feeling broken and lost

Yet the people around me just make it worse

The ones before me still learning, but it does not benefit me

They treat me well for the most part

But when I use my small voice and I am met with anger? 

I rise up and I run away, I will not fight today.

Feeling the warm tears stream down my face,

I think to myself 

I will not be the parent that raised me, should I ever have a child.

With this new year and new oppurtunity, I thought I'd try to break a habit

And well, it's been described as an addiction

And oh how it is!

I decided to try not to pick yesterday

It didn't end well

Because every single spot was torn 

And to my dismay

I couldn't stop the slow tracing, scanning

I couldn't stop the scratching and digging

I had no control over my own actions.

Trembling a bit, I finally reach out and message my support

But she's asleep.

I leave a vent and change my sheets, bury under many layers of soft blankets.

In the morning, she's left me a message of kindness and praising my growth, and i realize that even though it is still hard, I have grown and I am still healing. Even if I can't fully stop the war between my flesh and mind, I can keep resisting the pull. I don't have to be my own bully anymore.