Monday, September 28, 2015

The Satellite

It's amazing how much I notice in a few days.

How laughing with you feels clear.

How you look at me. You look at me like you think I'm cute.

I noticed that you like to push buttons --but I'm too human to have any buttons.

I noticed your hair. It's curly if you let it be. You often don't.

You have thin lips and eyes that are too blue to be allowed, you know? You have high cheekbones and dimples that, whoa. Your face is the sky, your smile the sun, your dimples the moon, your freckles the stars.

You make a mean cinnamon roll. You hate one of my good friends but he deserves that. I just don't hate anyone.

You make yourself heard. I love it.

I notice.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Aw.

I've been thinking about you.

I mean, I see you most every day, but I didn't really see you until very recently.

And I apologize because I really like what I see now.

You're beautiful.

But it's not that, it's something else.

It's the smile when you're uncomfortable. How you don't shut down, you just laugh. You fail. You fall. You trip and scrape yourself. You hurt. But you don't let it destroy you. You get up. You try again. And most of all you laugh.

It's how you blush but you don't collapse. You're so unexpectedly strong.

And when I see you, my heart smiles.

Monday, September 21, 2015

I FEEL LIKE A LOSER SOMETIMES

I'm not sure where to go with all these thoughts.

If I could choose what I was, I might choose someone who isn't me, and that bothers me.

But I just feel like a loser sometimes, you feel?

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

It's Been 3 Days

It's been 3 days. She told me I wasn't worth it to her.

On the third day, I rise.

This is the third day since I was told, not for the first time, that I'm not attractive, not smart, not enough to be loved.

But on the third day I rise.

I rise to real life.

I may not wear a ten carat smile or drive the car that all the girls want to be seen in the passenger seat of.

I may spend my days writing about things I don't understand rather than getting yoked.

But Aidan James Coral is a believer.

He believes in love even though he's never been loved by any girl before

He believes in God even though he's never spoken to God face-to-face

He believes in the power of words even though he may not be eloquent

In the power of sound that she never understood

In the power of knowing what you want and who you are

In the power of two hearts beating at the same time

And most of all, most importantly, Aidan James Coral believes in himself.

This is what I rise to on the third day.

This is triumph over death.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

!!!!

I have always hated the exclamation point.

It sounds fake to me.

That's so funny!

Ooh my gosh!

Yeah, I'd love to!

Can we just be even-keel for a second? Because if you're throwing everything you're feeling into your voice, you don't have enough inside of you to really mean it, you know?

That's so funny.

Ooh my gosh.

Yeah, I'd love to.

Maybe they look less enthusiastic.

Maybe I'm crazy.

Maybe my way of exclamation is just quieter than normal.

I don't know.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

This Response Letter

Dear Mormons,

Yes, I am one of you. Yes I am a sinner. Yes, I have probably been a hypocrite now and again. Over and over.

But the thing about God is, He lets you keep trying.

I think what Stephen O. Jordan wanted is to help people see they can be more. I'm not saying there's a better way to go about doing that, I'm saying that his way is just more aggressive than mine. I'm a really passive guy.

Yes, I believe if you aren't worthy to be blessing the sacrament, you shouldn't be doing so. I believe that there are standards for those of us who hold the holy Priesthood. Yes, I believe that we waste time and heavens me, I know we're not perfect, ladies and gentlemen. I know that better than I know myself.

But do I also know that nothing but you can keep you from where you want to be? Absolutely. I don't believe in a God who holds you back. I believe in a God who sets you free.

And you're never, ever going to be perfect.

There's a stigma about going to talk to the bishop about something. Because, as we all know, committing a serious sin is unpardonable. Yeah, where's that in the Bible? Whether it's serious or not, we all sin. And we can all be forgiven of sins. Even the serious ones. Talking to your bishop about something is looked at as a scary or dirty thing to do. It's really not. And that's the real problem. The problem is not the hypocrites, in my opinion. The problem is not that someone might do something that renders them unworthy to participate in the administration of the sacrament, but then they do it anyway. The God I know is not going to withhold blessings from faithful church members if the administrator of that blessing isn't worthy, because that reeks of collateral damage. And the God I know is a God who punishes according to your own direct actions and not the actions of another. Articles of Faith #2: we believe that man must be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam's transgression.

No, the problem is that we in our culture have taught young men and young women to fear coming clean. We've taught them that the pain of rejection from peers, ward members, sometimes even family, hurts worse than can be fixed by the beautiful feeling of forgiveness. Because being in trouble, especially for sexual things, is like wearing a scarlet letter. Everyone knows, but nobody sees your eyes pleading for forgiveness. All they see is what you've done, not who you are. But Jesus was the first to forgive the adulteress brought to His feet to be stoned. And everyone else? They weren't exactly understanding... stoned, remember?

And what about the sinner herself? How long did it take her to forgive herself? How long did she worry? Stress? About how far she was from perfect? And how many people knew it?

I feel like that's the worst pressure a young man can experience, the pressure to be perfect. But the thing is, we can't be. There is always room for improvement. And in some small way, we're all hypocrites.

So yes, get better. You can always, always improve something. No one is perfect. But the worst thing you can do for yourself in this church is to get so caught up in where you are currently that you can't see where you're going or how far you've come.

And remember this: no matter what you've done, whether you're worthy or not, whether you're a hypocrite or aren't, whether you left the church at 14 or you're the freaking first assistant, whether you're straight, closeted lesbian, or transgender, whether you're atheist, Catholic, Jew, gentile, Mormon, Hindu, have lost all your faith and all your hope, or haven't figured out what it is you believe, you are still a worthwhile human being. You still have valuable and credible thoughts. You still have a right to think and feel the way you want. You're amazing. And since I personally believe in God, I'll tell you that He loves you and wants the best for you. If you want, you don't have to take my word for it.

Just my thoughts.

Thanks for reading them.

Sincerely,

Aidan James Coral.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

that girl. heavens me, that girl.

i don't think boys are supposed to notice these things
because i've heard far too many words like "rack" and "booty"
and i've been told boys don't notice the little things

but when i see her i see her eyes
and that curly hair
and that sidelong glance she gives me, especially when i tell her she's ridiculous
and maybe i'm a stereotype but i want to touch her

but i want to touch her heart more than i want to touch her skin

miss GLB, if you were reading this, which you're not
i'd tell you that i see the night sky and i remember how you love astronomy
i pick up a book and i remember the words you used and how they bounce around in my head
i look at the world and i see you

i'm no edward cullen but you are sort of my world

(i don't think i'm supposed to have read twilight either)

but i love you
like i never loved twilight
like i've never loved anything

more than rain
more than anything

buenas noches, cielo

Thursday, September 3, 2015

today i learned how to be lonely

they tell you in church that you can never be alone
but in church you can't wear a hat

i feel a little wary without it
without it, you may see past my yellow hair into my thoughts

they tell you in church that you can never be alone
and i believe that god exists and all

but i also believe that the savior can only be around you if you want him
and there have been times when i would be ashamed to see jesus standing beside me

they tell you in church that you can never be alone
i know that's not entirely true

because i've learned one sentence of truth in this life and it is this:
of all the many lessons life teaches,

one of them is definitely
how to be lonely.

a late introduction

Hello Paris
Hello I'm crazy
Hello I'm hopeless
Hello I'm not sure
Hello I'm excited
Hello my name is Aidan but who's going to memorize it,
Hello my name is Aidan but you'll never see my name
You'll only see my words and my feelings and my face
But you won't connect us
This is weird
Hello I'm not real
Hello I'm a mess of emotion hiding inside skin
I'm not the face on the box of cereal you used to eat for breakfast
purely because
it was the breakfast of champions

and we all wanted to be champions then

Hello hell is real to me
Hello you'd never guess
Hello my name is Aidan and I'm in love but I guess teenagers can't be
She's a firecracker,
She has a nasty noble side that I can't understand but it only makes me sink deeper into the mire of her mind
She's got curly hair and she's not afraid to be brilliant
She'd kill me if she knew I was writing about her, but I don't think I'd ever tell her I love her
Hello my name is Aidan and she's not afraid of me but I'm afraid of the both of us
I'm afraid of everything
Hello I'm introducing myself
Hello you told me you wanted to know
So hello I'm giving you what you wanted
Funny how we never seem to be satisfied though
So hello I guess I'm pretty funny
Hello I'm Aidan James Coral
And my pen is not mightier than my sword
But mighty isn't what we need
I'm just trying for some kindness which is all we need
My pen is kinder than my sword
And I am Aidan James Coral
I'm planning on being the new kind of mighty
Hello I'm Aidan James Coral.
Hello I'm Aidan.