It feels like I could never be empty and aren't I lucky To have so much when everyone has so little. How I wish to be empty, To belong in a society where everyone is shaped like a brick The bricks beckon me to my place on the wall They make it so easy 'Go to school', they say 'Get a job', they say 'Don't do drugs', they say 'Show up for the holidays', they say 'Make my misery your responsibility', they say But I am shaoed like a star Cursed with so much depth that I don't fit in that hole. How can I explain that? If not by making noise and curating moments that appeal to my astigmatic vision Oh how I wish to be empty My pinky finger grows numb from trying to find a comfortable position to explain the depths of the star shaped brick Oh how I wish, how I wish To be empty
I was gonna comment "dude weed..." and then I listened, this shit hit me man, this is real and raw and the only way for us to do this is reject the wall with its point-removed stars moulded into bricks from a century of abuse, a star shaped wall of our generation of something never truly done before... then... then we can be at peace...
A star shaped wall would be so cool, so flexible, so many cool shapes and domes and arches can be made with star shaped bricks. If only we built different.
Don't forget that shooting stars are just lumpy rocks being thrown like skipping stones across the lake that is our atmosphere, yet we are struck still by their beauty and make wishes upon them all the same. You're a star, you goofy shaped rock, you!
In a few years this gonna be blew by algorithm, just wait, theses kinds of feelings and words, they ain't for to be heard at the moment they are said, but only after the on who said is long unrecorded of them
In a few years this gonna be blew by algorithm, just wait, theses kinds of feelings and words, they ain't for to be heard at the moment they are said, but only after the on who said is long unrecorded of them
Probably the best little unassuming piece of indie I've found in a while. The guitar has a late 90s/early 2000s Sonic Youth vibe and the lyrics have got that quirky Jonathan Richman earnest if quirky sincerity. I'll be following this.
I feel like I'm more of a square shaped brick. Which would be fine if it weren't for every other brick being a rectangle. And all the brick holes are rectangles, too. It's not that I don't fit. I can go in the rectangular brick holes, and I can even pass through them to the other side of the wall. But the fit isn't snug, and the sides of the rectangular hole are empty when filled by a square brick. I'll never be a proper part of the wall. Not really. I'll never support the structure like all the other rectangular bricks do. But I can go in the hole, so all the star-shaped bricks wonder why I seem so sad. They wonder why I'm complaining when they can't fit in the brick hole at all. They call me lucky I that I can go in the brick hole, that I can make myself look like a rectangular brick when I'm square. How can I be a misfit when I have four corners? How can I complain when all my angles are a nice 90 degrees? The star-shaped bricks couldn't even form a wall among themselves if they wanted to. And all the rectangles, so snug in the wall they've built for themselves, don't even notice. Or if they do notice, they only wonder why my sides don't touch theirs and why I'm not properly supporting the wall's structure. They call me cold for not touching the sides of rectangular brick hole. They call me lazy for not supporting the structure. I pretend to be shaped like everyone else. I stretch myself. There is empty space in the brick hole even when I'm in it. I'm still not snug. I'm still not comfortable. I'm not that different. Squares are a type of rectangle, after all. I'm a loose rectangle-square brick in the different-type-of-rectangle brick wall. If only I could find a wall made of square-shaped bricks. Where are all the square bricks? Probably pretending to not be square.
this guy has managed to find the exact words that plenty of people needed to hear, the way things are articulated to feel so real makes this resonate with so many star-shaped bricks of the world, thanks
i love being a star. My edges are blunt, misshaped from forcing myself to be brick shaped. But at the end of the day, i will never be brick shaped, because i am a star. Oh how i yearn for other stars. i know they exist. There is more than one star in the sky. However we are so far apart i have been left to light up my area alone. And it tires me. But i love being a star. For i am still beautiful. And i am kind. And one day i will meet other stars. That day is not today, that day will not be tomorrow. But one day i will, and we will thrive in the knowledge of ‘we are still worthy of love’
Listen man, your words are beautiful and all, but I'm tired of watching people complain about society on the internet and doing nothing. I'm right here. The day has come. Now what? What do we do?
I've been feeling like I don't have a place in this world we've build for ourselves lately, and the harder I try to fit in the more I feel like I don't fit... And it's almost 3am here and this just came up in my recommendations and it feels so reassuring to know that I'm not the only one who feels this way. Hello to all my fellow star shaped shaped bricks out there... Maybe we were never meant to find our place in the wall but we'll surely find our place in this universe
I genuinely feel the same Listened to this at exactly 3am on a car ride, it was wonderful I've been feeling so left out lately and it's so great that this exists
So I started out enjoying what was happening, listening intently, trying to take in the visuals. Then the guitar started doing that little ascending chord pregression (don't know much about music so thats what I'll call it) and man, I just started losing myself in the vibes for the next 40 seconds. Great editing and great taste.
It’s never too late. I’m on the same boat and I can tell you, I have a feeling that acceptance will then lead to taking myself less seriously. The first step is always the hardest and everyone tells me listening is impossible, but we can do it.
Star Shaped ☆ But I'm shaped like a star... I'm sorry. I couldn't fit in due to my edges. I'm sorry for taking up space. I couldn't fill the hole you wanted. I'm sorry, I couldn't find my place, my sanctuary, my star. To find where I belong, I seek my piece, my place, my heart. I look inside, finding no soul in me that shines bright as the stars. I'm half-filled with stardust, the other half a void. I see there's nothing to fill it inside. A shape that mimics a star. Not fitting the bricked wall. A star who is shaped like one but is not what it seems. The voices ask ‘Is it truly not?’ "If not a star then what am I? If I'm a star then who am I?" They say ‘You're a star’ and another one says ‘No, you're not!’ They whisper and talk, and I pondered and walk. So I asked them: "Must I be shaped like a star or perhaps be a brick to fit the wall?" "To be a star is to shine yet I do not, not like others who shine so bright they collide, no? I simply exist and shine my own light, but to be a star means to shine bright." She couldn't fathom her own thoughts, they swirl and whirled as she tried to answer her own questions. To you who reads I ask: × “What does it truly mean to be a star?” × ["-I have yet to receive an answer, may you tell me yours?"-] _unansweredquestionsandcuriosity_
taking pictures and videos of whatever you find outside and inside, significant and insignificant, stuff with meaning or meaningless is just really cool.
I love things like this because it really just explains how I feel, whoever made this doesn’t know me or my experiences, or any one else’s for that matter, and still conveys part of these complex emotions humans have that a lot of them don’t really know how to express. This expresses part of me, it almost just shows how everyone feels, they feel differently, and it comes out in different forms and shapes, but we all just feel. Thank you for making this, I hope wherever you are or what is happening in your life, it will turn out beautiful
It feels very weird to be here only 12 days after this was posted.. this gives off a very 2000’s vibe and it’s probably going to get randomly recommended 15 yrs later lol
i think were all stars, placing our bricks in an everexpanding wall. sometimes our bricks will seem misshapen, but there will always be a space for them in the wall, and a space for future odd bricks on top of them. our light may eventually fizzle out, but the wall will continue to stand strong, because of every little strange brick that it holds.
The shakiness of the camera work compared to the stillness of the traffic cone is a brilliant commentary on the feeling of being a man of principle in a hectic, untethered world.
Leaving a message for the people who will stumble across this in a few years I hope that you have an absolutely wonderful day today and that the sun shines brightly for you
i just broke up with my long term bf of 3 years due to distance. it’s so hard to break up with someone you love who is good and kind and smart and everything you want in a partner.
Same here, two years and a half. I’m a Muslim and try to pray for her everyday. If I could pray for her and I in every religious tradition I would. Here I will write and pray for you Gabi: In the Name of God, the Gracious and Merciful. May you keep your good heart for the rest of your life. May this heart carry you well as it should. God Willing, the Prophet (Peace be Upon him) is united with his first wife and only true love, Khadija, his mentor. God Willing we all shall be one with whoever we love, the one who will listen and who will make us listen - to ourselves and others -, who will render energy effortless. There is only so much we know. I pray you carry your good heart and that it will carry you. The names of Prophets are perhaps written on God’s Throne, and may we find our names be written in the stars, our eyes that belong to the sky cleared of the tears of care and loss to see again and to see clearly, and our hearts be cleansed of our fall from Grace. May you be away from evil, both of intent and harm. God Bless you.
I can’t seem to find a way to contact the creator of this post so could everyone upvote this to get their attention, Thank you. I am a high school student and this post inspired me. I am currently taking an AP art and design class in which I make 3d art. I would like to sculpt a star shaped brick in ode to this poem. All credits for the art would under you of course I would just love your permission to use the sculpture for my AP portfolio. Thank you for your time and much love
this is the neurodivergent experience and the queer experience and the outcast experience and the sheer unfiltered reality of the human condition all at once
ive realised that ive spent so long trying to fit the shapes others expect from me that i dont really know what shape i am at all. like when there’s nobody to tell me which shape to be, i don’t know what i am, and i feel like im constantly trying to fill my own shoes, but i can’t. i think some part of me grieves it, or at least i think grief is the closest word (?) although both grief and nostalgia imply that you knew something before you lost it - this kind of just feels like a gap, where i dont know what is missing. all i know is that i can feel the missingness, like an empty niche in the wall where i know i am supposed to fit, at least in theory. in a few days i’ll turn twenty, and i’ll still be living in my childhood home, and i know i tried so hard to be a shape that my parents would be proud of. i think i feel sad because i don’t know what shape i could have been if i didn’t spent my childhood doing that. i do my best to fill the gap in the wall, because i love my friends, but i feel like such a liar for presenting them with my hollow brick. interacting with people exhausts me so fast, and then i stop talking to them because i’m so tired, and there’s that stupid gap in the wall again. i dont know if i could even function without medication, i don’t want to try because im worried the answer is no, and i hate feeling so scared of failing, i don’t know if i hate the gap in the wall because i can’t even remember what used to fill it. i don’t pity myself but i can’t tell if my apathy is good or bad in this case - i think apathy births complacence, so probably bad? i don’t know if the gap is an absence of something, or a presence itself, or maybe the gap itself is my shape, or something. but that’s just semantics and i dont really know what im talking about, i dont usually know how to put this in words so i just wanted to write this vague train of thought down. or, well, im trying to draw the outside of it as fast as i can before it passes
I remember that hollow feeling,and the fear of losing myself to the shell I made so people would like me, listen to me, give me the help I needed. I think it’s a common feeling if you’re neurodivergent like me. Something that helped was realizing I needed to be the inside me, because the mask I wore was suffocating me. Killing that inner me. It’s been scary, relearning myself and letting go of all the other possibilities that I could have been. The gifted and talented program really put my anxiety at max levels with “you can do anything if you put your heart and soul into it “. Boundaries, healthy ones, and not being afraid to disappoint. Two hardest but most necessary changes I had to make. I hope you know that you are worthy. And loved.
“But I am shaped like a star,cursed with so much depth that I do don’t fit in that hole.” This line sounds so silly yet so profound and provocative….. AND SUDDENLY I FEEL A GUSH OF ECSTASY!
i like how this could also suggest that other people [the normal bricks] would have to change themselves, bend or break to accomadate the star, like a little chunk out of all the bricks around you to make you fit
The thing is, no one is brick-shaped. No one perfectly fits the mold. No matter how hard the works tries to shave down our points or dim our glow, they always grow back, and we don't brighter than ever. Keep on shining, friends.
no dude, your trying to take the wind out of this poems sails. Trying to defang this cat! Nah of disagree theirs plenty of people who conform That's how our capitalist society works ultimately 9-5 slave grind Even real physical bricks are never 100% the same, a bump here, a crater their Mabey you like diffrent music, or diffrent tv shows, But really you still fit cleanly into the wall, another cog in the machine. But the thing is most people DO conform. That's literally the point of this poem.
I think that people tend to shame those that don't conform to norms because they assume that not conforming is a deliberate choice being made specifically to bug them. They are self centered enough that when they encounter things that deviate from themselves, they believe it is a personal attack. And in a way, it may be. Whether the non conformer chooses or not to stray away from the norm doesn't really make it better or worse. In the end, their non conformity is a statement and even a challenge to the norm. This, this is what they cannot handle, to question whether their beliefs and sense of self are correct. Those privileged under the system of oppression can't handle the reality that their existence perpetuates oppression. This conflicts with their morality and urges them to act morally, to rebel. But they are unable to rebel, they are too used to the bed sheets and afraid to lose them. Dear reader, be a star, be a bird, be the roaring wave that crashes against the shore; sing and crash into me, into everyone, and show us the might of the sea within your heart.
I think this might be best played at 1.25 speed, the imposed upbeatness sort of draws support for the concept of "I was supposed to be happy, they said I'd be happy"
this is so beautiful in a way i cant explain, the music with the video. at first I didnt understand, but when I realized... It brought tears to my eyes
this feels so close to my identity right now; like this is the kind of video that would resurface on the algorithm after 12 years but it's somehow so recent, and it's so simple but so profound I always kind of felt like I belong in a time where entertainment was just music and poetry and camcorder footage.
Im a transman but this video makes me feel like a cis boy with much more normal problems. I feel like im grabbing a slushie at a gas station on my way back from my part time job at a fast food restaurant so i can later go home and do my math homework. 10/10, love it, i am crying
It's been almost two months since she said goodbye. Since the better half of me was lost. Since the one I thought i'd be spending the rest of my life with, the one i'll always love. left me. I know we still talk and im grateful for that but to have you not hurt like I am, to have you not long for the past that we once used to dream about. It's killing me.
