Those of you who know me... know that I attend the University of Michigan... I've been going to the Flint campus for a few years now and I've done a lot of work in the community, as well as my observation internship for school (which was done at Flint Northern). I have a passion for this city, as shitty as it can be at times. To me, it's like an underdog; its beautiful, its underestimated, its treated as if its this terrible place without any beauty or anything to offer. A lot of documentaries about it have focused on its "diiversity"; its loss of wealth; its poor areas; its loss of GM jobs; its crime rates; its poor educational ratings; the high incidence of abandoned buildings and political corruption.
I've talked to a lot of you about Flint. I'm going to start taking pictures of it, so you can see it through my eyes. Bars, dark alleys, riverfront, campus, its high schools, its roads, its colleges (it has 3, 4 if you count the international institute), its historical buildings, its downtown.... but mostly its bars.
My pictures are posted in my pics folder. please check them out.
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and breathing is a song that can only be defined as worship...
in
out
we testify to that which has made us fall further as pride will catch us in the end
there is
so
much
to
retain
this hope that rises above me is just too hard to explain
I will spend my night crying in your arms.
I am mired in this routine of.
whispers in the moonlight
dances in the sunlight
and I will
breathe my way through the pain of a life so abandoned.
smoke away my last breath and read a red rose to the blind sage who offers me advice.
the rain will drip on my face like a disturbance in the craze for this time.
I will melt like snowflakes on the pavement as I wish
wish
for your face.
I will write a thousand letters and never send one.
the arrogance of a confidence that may or may not be justified will mingle with the possibility....
the possibilty of breathing
one breath at a time
I will worship every. moment. of. today...
because it will give me a new hope for tomorrow and a new understanding of yesterday.
I've talked to a lot of you about Flint. I'm going to start taking pictures of it, so you can see it through my eyes. Bars, dark alleys, riverfront, campus, its high schools, its roads, its colleges (it has 3, 4 if you count the international institute), its historical buildings, its downtown.... but mostly its bars.
My pictures are posted in my pics folder. please check them out.
___________________
and breathing is a song that can only be defined as worship...
in
out
we testify to that which has made us fall further as pride will catch us in the end
there is
so
much
to
retain
this hope that rises above me is just too hard to explain
I will spend my night crying in your arms.
I am mired in this routine of.
whispers in the moonlight
dances in the sunlight
and I will
breathe my way through the pain of a life so abandoned.
smoke away my last breath and read a red rose to the blind sage who offers me advice.
the rain will drip on my face like a disturbance in the craze for this time.
I will melt like snowflakes on the pavement as I wish
wish
for your face.
I will write a thousand letters and never send one.
the arrogance of a confidence that may or may not be justified will mingle with the possibility....
the possibilty of breathing
one breath at a time
I will worship every. moment. of. today...
because it will give me a new hope for tomorrow and a new understanding of yesterday.
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pmonkeyesquire:
i enjoy yr poetry. i cant write a peom unless its about gnomes and talking frogs and silly...
syh:
Only four colleges? I thought there were more than that.