So, that Valentine’s Day thing is today.
To kick this off, a required comic viewing.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
~ C.S. Lewis
aka President Fartfeathers aka N7 Goofus aka Lady
Here’s a jam, in case it’s not already playing.
I present to you a poem.
“Hello, fellow teammate!”
Today I try to summate “all my feels—!!”
But recant? I shan’t
On this day of bees and birds
I present no flowers nor sugar confection
I offer my honesty, visions and words
“That’s how I show affection.”
“Cheerio! Pip-pip! Wot-wot!”
You make me laugh a lot
More humdiddles, if no one cares
“Would you kindly?” “Now With Bears”
Accidental spider, inadvertent web
And I, the wayward fly
Caught in the flow and the ebb
Of your quizzical eyes
I was caught by surprise
Slow dancing by the tracks of the train
Huddled together beneath falling rain
Those memories keep rattling my brain
Your goofy, gorgeous smile is the refrain
Of the Little Talks I have with myself again
About how I should fear that familiar pain
Though our bleeding hearts still show their stains
And mine leaks all over my sleeve
Your company offers reprieve
You might be thinking,
“I’m sorry, but right now, I’m just a little confused.”
Opportunity is shrinking,
Least I can do is keep you amused
Would platonic tectonic plates quake us?
Would fires or desires forsake us?
Which direction would the winds take us?
Could the cold, crashing waves break us?
What dreams might the days send around life’s riverbends?
In this moment, there’s no telling if or how.
If hearts were hurt, would we make amends?
“So, I know things are confusing right now,
But I hope we can still be friends.”
“~Fire Lord, my flame burns for thee~”
“You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty.”
My OTP is ‘You’ x ‘Me.’
Headcanon not yet written nor accepted
Friendship comes first; it’s respected
And precisely that - respectful friends
Have lead my heart toward these ends
Make no mistake
With intent or not, you awake
My courage, once forgotten
Having been down-trodden
It struggles to break free
As I toss you the key
You might say “no,” leaving me rejected
But that’s the risk I took when I elected
To meet with you face-to-face
To hold you in each brief embrace
To proclaim this in this open space
And though I could’ve just kept moving along
“The Universe just loves proving me wrong”
The Universe replies, “You make it too easy”
‘Are these good ideas?’ I’m getting queasy
My hyper-referential mind thinks
“Why don’t you ask Sokka’s instincts?”
Mad at myself for feeling this silly thrill
“Harsh words won’t solve problems; action will.”
I’m not perfect.
You’re not perfect.
Neither is this poem, nor any.
Have second thoughts, do you?
That’s OK — I have some, too.
That can happen when one’s been hurt
One sets up walls, stays on alert
It’s hard, I know
I was that way not long ago
A wise man taught me during that strife
Whilst I struggled past those fears
“Love each other, respect all life,
and don’t run with your spears.”
And when I least expected it
You showed up.
“She’s strong, I’m strong
She’s fun, I’m fun
She’s beautiful, I’m gorgeous”
Except not that last part
Until that day you made me start
To ask myself why I tell myself
“I don’t feel very date-worthy”
I could be stammering like Bolin
“Just another reason we are so great together”
Only to find when the tides roll in
That perhaps reality’s not as I remember
Still, in a fairly short time, my respect for you grew
“I guess what I’m trying to say is…I’m really proud of you.”
So proud I’d slather it across my blog; so I choose
To make it known: time with you is my Cactus Juice
A lot of thought went into what was planned for today
I worried ‘Is it enough? Or is it too much?’
In the end, I decided I couldn’t hear myself say
“When it came right down to it, you didn’t have the guts.”
Time to stand my ground, keep my stance steady
Not much of a surprise if you know Eddy
It’d be fancy to say we share everything in common
But like poetry, not every part needs to rhyme
Not every element we each carry is conjoint
There’s things we each might rearrange
“When we hit our lowest point,
We are open to the greatest change”
What I Learned is what that meant
And here I stand before you, spent
Intently searching for some meaningful role
“Understanding others [..] will help you become whole”
If there’s but one Avatar lesson I’d claim I know
“Elements” meant “people” in those words from Iroh
We’re alike yet we’re different — that much is true.
“But it can make you more powerful, too.”
Raise a glass of Kahlua
To whatever future may unfurl
“Stay stronk;” “Hurrga hurrga”
See you, Space Cowgurrrl
Come what may, either way,
I promise to stay your loyal pal.
“But Ma’am, I just gotta say
You are one dynamite gal.”
“That’s right, I’m Sokka.
It’s pronounced with an ‘ah-kuh.’
Young ladies, I rocked ya!”
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!
Cordially yours, Mr. Fettig, aka Stinkbrain aka Sir
Reblogging the full Valentine project. ^_^