Beau Taplin's Blog, page 165
September 4, 2014
"So you are ready to end your life. You are writing out letters to the few people left you think..."
“So you are ready to end your life. You are writing out letters to the few people left you think might notice your absence. Mother. Brother. Father— maybe. And upon their completion you reach out for the dark eternal answer you believe is the only thing left that can end this awful sickness. Well I’m asking you to wait, to hold on a little longer. I need you to pay attention, listen closely, and follow these instructions:
1) Imagine a time-machine. Now climb in, belt up and switch the ignition.
2) Turn the dial to week, months, years from now and slam the pedal to steel.
3) Sit back and watch, as every moment you will miss if you give up now plays out on a slideshow the size of the sky–
You see your high school graduation. Congratulations, you pass. For all the anxiety and doubt, in the end, you were enough. That kid who once teased you dropped out in year twelve, eventually, you forgive her, and she works for you now. There’s the summer you travel to France and learn how to dance under the 4am stars with a stranger who speaks in a foreign language but somehow understands you better than anyone else ever has. Your folks never get back together, but they don’t fight so much anymore and your brother, he survived that overdose and hasn’t touched another drug. Yeah, there are still awful nights and now and then you still cry, but the darkness no longer outnumbers the light. Like the evening one august you heard the cellos sing, or the night you watched fireworks bloom like flowers in the spring, or the early summer’s day you leapt out of an aeroplane, or the morning on your Grandfathers farm you bottle fed a baby lamb. You will see a million and one reasons why you should not die tonight. But if none of them are enough only one truly matters. Listen out for the soft cry. Yes. Someday, you create a life. A little you. With skin that smells of frosted sugar and golden moons in both her eyes— someday she will look to you with all the love there is, and you will be thankful you found the strength to survive.”
- Beau Taplin || Reasons to survive.
1) Imagine a time-machine. Now climb in, belt up and switch the ignition.
2) Turn the dial to week, months, years from now and slam the pedal to steel.
3) Sit back and watch, as every moment you will miss if you give up now plays out on a slideshow the size of the sky–
You see your high school graduation. Congratulations, you pass. For all the anxiety and doubt, in the end, you were enough. That kid who once teased you dropped out in year twelve, eventually, you forgive her, and she works for you now. There’s the summer you travel to France and learn how to dance under the 4am stars with a stranger who speaks in a foreign language but somehow understands you better than anyone else ever has. Your folks never get back together, but they don’t fight so much anymore and your brother, he survived that overdose and hasn’t touched another drug. Yeah, there are still awful nights and now and then you still cry, but the darkness no longer outnumbers the light. Like the evening one august you heard the cellos sing, or the night you watched fireworks bloom like flowers in the spring, or the early summer’s day you leapt out of an aeroplane, or the morning on your Grandfathers farm you bottle fed a baby lamb. You will see a million and one reasons why you should not die tonight. But if none of them are enough only one truly matters. Listen out for the soft cry. Yes. Someday, you create a life. A little you. With skin that smells of frosted sugar and golden moons in both her eyes— someday she will look to you with all the love there is, and you will be thankful you found the strength to survive.”
- Beau Taplin || Reasons to survive.
September 3, 2014
"You should know I’m gonna
write you poetry with my tongue
on the small of your back
and it..."
“You should know I’m gonna
write you poetry with my tongue
on the small of your back
and it will be the damned best thing
that I ever wrote
and though soon it may vanish
under the motel light glow
it will live on forever
in your trembling bones.”
- Beau Taplin || The No Vacancy Sign Poet Society
write you poetry with my tongue
on the small of your back
and it will be the damned best thing
that I ever wrote
and though soon it may vanish
under the motel light glow
it will live on forever
in your trembling bones.”
- Beau Taplin || The No Vacancy Sign Poet Society
"You are the only solution
to all the sadness
in my heart
and awfully—
also its cause."
“You are the only solution
to all the sadness
in my heart
and awfully—
also its cause.”
- Beau Taplin || The solution and the cause.
to all the sadness
in my heart
and awfully—
also its cause.”
- Beau Taplin || The solution and the cause.
