Introduction
We all have a bucket list, even if we don’t explicitly state it. We have things that we want to experience before we pass. Some of these things are vague, while others are specific. Some are easily accomplished, while others are almost impossible. I’d liked to present to you my bucket list. I will share with you things that I wished to accomplish and did. The words are are all mine.
Explanation
Why did I choose tumblr to express my bucket list to an audience? Because tumblr exemplifies one of the most fascinating phenomena in life: the interconnection between unique experiences and others . Although as humans we often like to believe that we and our experiences are unique, that notion is not completely true. There is a commonality in thoughts, experiences, feelings that unites us together. That is why tumblr is so intriguing. Someone can create an original picture, yet someone else can relate to that photo. They can reblog the photo and have it shown on their own personal blog. While the photo may not been the person’s own, it does not mean it is completely foreign to him or her. The words to describe the accomplished tasks on my bucket list are my own, but the visuals that go hand in hand with the are strangers. Strangers that have no knowledge of my bucket list, but had a similar experiences can help me depict my own.
Throw A Party
The Disillusionment of 2AM
The dorm is commanded
by red solo cups.
None of them are yellow,
None are pink,
None are green.
None of them are full
With liquid kindness
And good taste.
People are not going
To Remember their red sheen.
Only, here and there, a new friend,
Drunk and asleep in his boots
Catches tears
In a stormy weather
(Source: cr00k-shanks)
Have A Reckless Romance
Take me to the cordless fires,
as you choke on expired dimes.
Talk is cheap
And yours is no exception.
I seek campfire songs to give us
A chance at restoration.
But this night won’t seem to drop its leash
And lead us into temptation.
So we sit with tangled torture and reveal
what’s more fake than fluid and real.
I want to speak without a watch
And you to listen without intruders.
I’ll push them while singing to firewalls.
And make guesses about the patterns on your shoes,
because I can do that without her approval.
We sit and wait for her anchored call.
While fire continues sailing paper planes,
You and I become an ice cream cone of grated fragility.
