"You know the first rule of combat? Shoot them before they shoot you."
La Joven de los Limones by Jesus Helguera | 1940-50’s
Jesús Enrique Emilio de la Helguera Espinoza (28 de mayo de 1910 en Chihuahua - 5 de diciembre de 1971 en la Ciudad de México) fue un pintor e ilustrador mexicano, hijo de Álvaro de la Helguera García, un inmigrante español en México y de María Espinoza Escarzaga.
I have noticed many posts on my dash related to anxiety.
Today I want to share a few posts I have gathered for working with students to help cope with anxiety and stress.
Since I have been collecting these, some of the links to the sources are now broken websites.
Hope these are helpful!
Why do men always wanna touch me?
The look in your eyes you can’t disguise it says
If you deride the time
Suddenly you so ugly
Like the attitude you’re now facing
About turn violence
My form is curve, intuition, and beauty
Like a sunrise to your eyes
Look into the fire
Stare and go blind
Cannot hold the light
You glare from the shadows you hide
Demanding a piece of the pie
Hearth fire warm apex of Life & Desire
Seeking to enter your greedy lips overflow
Assaulting with words and kisses
Numb hands groping in the snow
Nothing you know
Blinded by the Light. Let me go!
You cannot enter
You shall not pass
Your cacophonous cat calls
Do not give me pause
Nor echo sweetly the song of love down these halls
This is my temple
Supplicants to my court shall bow in my wake
The temple you profaned
Drowned in a treacherous sea
By the earth quake
The fault will grow cold
The gates rust Iron from Gold
The beast did damage untold
Now hear ye! You pillars of paradigms
Patriarchs gone past
On sand you lay your foundations
The hour glass figure counts each grain down to the last
Breaking your rocks
The Sea will erode every rough face
Hewn into marble reflecting Heaven’ face
We shall take the measure at last balance the scales
Refined raw -still prevail
Bow down to the Queens hale, Hail!
GOKU SAVED US
Avatar the last airbender bending scrolls
I choose the freedom of insanity!
Society is so mellow and pale
Death is more memorable than mediocrity I choose to derail
I beg for your stares if it will open your eyes
I hunger for your glares, if it will give you a rise
I hope my personality is the pinnacle of your day
I hope my attitude frees you in some way
I hope my conversation is unlike any other
I hope my strange ideas oppose simple logic
I hope the things I do make you wonder where I come from
I hope it lets you see, deep down inside I’m just doing what you want to
Were granted only one life and should yours you choose to waste,
Remember my insanity,
Freedom, free of chains