Pingback: Trusted Balkan Steroid Source. Pingback: Identity Leafology. Pingback: O pilnowaczu tamy. Pingback: Educating the heart The Seeker. Pingback: 8 Videos that prove Shane Koyzcan is a fountain of inspiration and Greatness. I still really appreciate your support in every other way. Whether that's you spreading the word, sharing a link, or even just blasting poetry at a stop sign through your open car window which is so literary gangster by the way I get asked a lot to make more videos or record more pieces or re-record pieces to make them classroom friendly.
Believe me when I tell you that there's almost nothing else I want to be doing, but you guessed it I work with a lot of amazing people and am always trying to expand my collaborative horizons, but we're all limited in how much of our time we can donate.
As much as I'd like to be paid for what I do I would also really like to pay the people who help me do it. Yes, I write the poems, but there's a lot of other magic that goes into the videos, music, and illustrations. When I say magic I mean really hard work done by monstrously talented individuals whom I love.
So why should you pledge? So we can keep doing it. There's a ton of projects I'd like to get off from the drafting board and into actual production, but i need your help to do it. Some projects will just take longer than others so it will help keep the pressure off and insure the quality of each creation.
Sometimes you can end up cutting corners if you're trying to reach a deadline I thank you again for any and all of your support in its many forms. He was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy, started therapy in eighth grade, had a personality made up of tests and pills, lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs, four-fifths suicidal, a tidal wave of antidepressants, and an adolescent being called "Popper," one part because of the pills, 99 parts because of the cruelty.
He tried to kill himself in grade 10 when a kid who could still go home to Mom and Dad had the audacity to tell him, "Get over it. To this day, he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends, could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moment before it's about to fall, and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration, he remains a conversation piece between people who can't understand sometimes being drug-free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.
We weren't the only kids who grew up this way. To this day, kids are still being called names. The classics were "Hey, stupid," "Hey, spaz. And if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear, do they make a sound? Are they just background noise from a soundtrack stuck on repeat, when people say things like, "Kids can be cruel. We were freaks — lobster-claw boys and bearded ladies, oddities juggling depression and loneliness, playing solitaire, spin the bottle, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal, but at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope.
It was practice, and yes, some of us fell. But I want to tell them that all of this is just debris left over when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be, and if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer, because there's something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit.
You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, "They were wrong. Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show-and-tell, but never told, because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it? You have to believe that they were wrong. They have to be wrong.
Why else would we still be here? We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them. We stem from a root planted in the belief that we are not what we were called.
We are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on some highway, and if in some way we are, don't worry. We only got out to walk and get gas. We are graduating members from the class of We Made It, not the faded echoes of voices crying out, "Names will never hurt me. But our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.
You have JavaScript disabled. Menu Main menu. Watch TED Talks. Shane Koyczan. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! By turn hilarious and haunting, poet Shane Koyczan puts his finger on the pulse of what it's like to be young and … different.
Here, he gives a glorious, live reprise with backstory and violin accompaniment by Hannah Epperson.
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