Monday, November 5, 2012

Little Earthquakes

Allow me to wallow and wax poetic. I don't do this often, so bear with me. Or not. 

It could be a job piling responsibilities and pushing you past your coping threshold. Maybe a drug addicted family member set on killing herself because she's too dumb to choose life. A natural disaster taking everything you own, everything that defines you  and wiping your slate clean. It might even be as stupid as an ignorant but politically possessed friend who won't stop spewing propaganda and takes it as a personal attack when you dare have a different take... whatever it is this time, it will be something different next time you allow yourself an indulgent moment to break down.

When life gives you lemons....

You cry, scream, clench your hands in helpless fists, claws. 
You hold back tears, strong and stupid and a role model until your vomit. 
You drive as far as the car will take you, then walk until your feet bleed. 
So many stupid little earthquakes constantly tearing down, breaking us into our most basic selves. 
The pulpy, pulsing, mammal with no self control or judgment. 
Unable to draw the next breath without shaking. 
Dependent and flailing, you're not making lemonade today and everyone can just go suck it.

And, just for fun, because I'm obviously in a really fun mood right now, here's a song the above rant brought to mind.

Little Earthquakes, by Tori Amos
Yellow bird flying 
Gets shot in the wing 
Good year for hunter 
And Christmas parties 
And I hate and I hate 
And I hate and I hate 
Elevator music 
The way we fight 
The way I'm left here silent 

Oh these little earthquakes 
Here we go again 
These little earthquakes 
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tori+amos/little+earthquakes_20139489.html ]
We danced in graveyards 
With vampires till dawn 
We laughed in the faces of kings 
Never afraid to burn 
And I hate and I hate 
And I hate and I hate 
Disintegration 
Watching us wither 
Black winged roses that safely changed their color 

Oh these little earthquakes 
Here we go again 
These little earthquakes 
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces 

I can't reach you 
I can't reach you 
Give me life 
Give me pain 
Give me myself again 

Oh these little earthquakes 
Here we go again 
These little earthquakes 
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

4 comments:

E.J. Wesley said...

Like many others, I'm sure, Little Earthquakes was my first Tori album. Still adore that song/album to this day. :-)

Erin Kane Spock said...

Happy Phantom, from that album, was the song that hooked me and made me a life long fan.

Susan Kane said...

Profound expression of screaming into the wind.

Jen Chandler said...

There is always little earthquakes in life. We have to move past them. Sometimes we can tiptoe, sometimes we can run, and sometimes we do have to rant!

But most importantly we have to realize there will ALWAYS be little earthquakes that disrupt our plans.

Great post,
Jen

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