How to Live

Emulation of Charles Harper Webb’s poem “How to Live”


Eat lots of cookie dough

and new foods that look strange, different than

what you are used to.

 

Laugh with your sister on the floor

during the ungodly hours in the morning

or in the afternoon or late at night.

 

Find a best friend that is able to understand you

better than you understand yourself. One who

knows what type of ice cream to bring you

when it’s needed and when to back off.

 

Keep a journal.

Not, as something to write out your most

personal feelings, but as something to

confuse the world when you die.

 

Read everyday; articles, fiction, poetry.

Try to understand it, but don’t beat

yourself up if you can’t.

 

Find your passion in the small mundane things.

Walking the dog, coffee from Tim Hortons,

and long road trips.

 

Don’t apologize for being yourself,

don’t hide behind a mask, and

don’t be an asshole.

 

Be grateful for everything in your life

good or bad, we all have things we wish to change,

so try to change them, but if you can’t let them be.

 

Push past your boundaries,

swim with sharks and turtles, float in the ocean,

look at the stars someplace far away from the city,

make up your own names for the constellations.

 

Listen to your favourite song on repeat

till you get sick of it, then one more time to

spark the love again.

 

Take long showers with hot water till the hot water

runs out. Watch Netflix for days. Go for a run every once

and a while, no one is watching you, I promise.

 

Recognize that everyone struggles in different ways,

and most people don’t show their lives on their sleeves.

Accept them for it anyways, they’ll try and accept you too.

 

Kick life in the ass.

Love authentically.

Smile for the camera.

Die with grace.


The inspiration for this poem came from looking at Charles Harper Webb’s poem “How to Live” that he did as a response to Sharon Old’s quote “I don’t know how to live.”

We did the poem in class at the beginning of the year and I wrote something right off the bat that I didn’t love but I knew that I wanted to do something with. I feel like this version describes what living means to me more than the first one did, that said, I think the amazing part of a prompt like this is that it can constantly change to what living means to you as you grow as a person.

 

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Better Than That

Your judgement must be off

my darling

anyone wanting to

give their heart to me

clearly isn’t thinking straight.

 

I am a mess

of imperfections,

grace,

lack of trust.

For myself

and in others

 

My darling,

you don’t want to give

your heart to me.

I will use you in ways

you can’t imagine.

Hurt you in ways

you can’t imagine.

 

Your heart is beautiful.

I don’t want to tarnish it

by holding it with my grimy hands

leaving marks

you’re unable to remove

 

You deserve someone

who can give you more.

Someone who can fix your heart in ways

I never could.

Someone who can love you in ways

I never could.

 

I know you’re blinded with

emotions,

you think are attached to me

but I promise they will fade,

diminish.

 

You’ll find someone else

more beautiful

more graceful

more agreeable.

 

My darling

you’re not the problem.

I promise.

I have too many faults

you’d learn to love,

slowly learn to hate.

I don’t need to watch someone else

fall out of love with me again.

 

Worse than that

I will make you believe

you are ugly.

Made of nothing more

than a mass of skin and bones

a worthless soul.

 

You see I’ve done it to myself

I make myself feel broken,

so I don’t have to try and be whole

because I don’t have my life together.

I am not full of beauty

and grace.

 

Your judgement is off

that’s the only explanation.

Your soul wouldn’t survive a trip

through my hands,

 

I wreck everything I touch

maybe you haven’t noticed

the destruction I have left behind,

 

you deserve

better than that.

 

This poem was inspired by one of my friends who thinks she’s going to hurt everyone she talks to in the long run. I do identify with certain parts of it, however, this is very much an over exaggerated version of what one of her concerns is. I think the ideas behind it are something people can connect to, that idea of never being good enough for someone you feel deserves more, while also being scared of hurting that person with all of your own issues and insecurities. Personally, I really relate to that idea. I constantly switch between two moods, “I’m-amazing-and-you-should-love-me-forever.” and “There’s-no-way-I’m-good-enough-for-you.” Because of this I’m left in a weird limbo between the two and how that translates to interacting with others. I’m deeply afraid of bringing others down to my mood when I’m having a bad day. I don’t want to kill someone else’s mood just because mine’s not the best, because of that fear I’m convinced that I make others feel like less than themselves when they’re done talking with me. I’m slowly learning that this isn’t the case, but it’s taking some time so in the mean time I’ll just continue trying to be a good friend/ safe person for others. 

 

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