the soundtrack is rilo kiley, in particular their song silver lining. i’m not going to go into depth about why, especially as it’s going to be talked about in the body of the post. but suffice to say, they’re dope, musically amazing and i’m in love with the singer. silver lining is also one of my favorite songs evar. it’s at once one of the saddest and hopeful pieces of music i’ve ever had the pleasure of finding.
goddamn it has been a long month.
which is why i only got 8 days into the poetry project before giving up. too caught up in too many things to keep it going. my personal life is all a shambles, my school life is overburdened. and to top it off, i lost a month and a half of work on my thesis because the file got corrupted and is completely irrecoverable. luck loves me.
but imma keep my head down and bull through. i can’t wait till i finish, graduate and go apeshit. go back to the gym, get prepped for a competition at the end of the month. god i’m going to enjoy feeling tired from physical activity.
i’ve given up on the poem-a-day project for the simple fact that my everyday life has to take priority… and because i realize i really really hate posting poems that aren’t polished. such is life.
wish me luck.
i’m the type of poet who writes in great spurts. and i am currently hella blocked, so no new poems until i can get over it. because of this, here’s two old poems, slightly done up to presentable. appropriately enough since it’s a horrible, nasty, get into your bones wet and windy day, i’ve decided that they’ll be love poems. as happy as i ever write ‘em.
big smiles.
even when you want to cry.
oh… and if’n you’re interested, i should be there and it’s dope as heo… the apia summit. a great gathering of artists and just generally dope people. and dude, it’s in the bay area this year. how dope is that?
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jokes
the imperfections of our bodies
give shattering testimony
to the perfection of the moment
shared knowledge
of sex
being too sacred
a meeting
to be had
without laughter.
touch is a ghost, is
a memory, is flame
and salty sweet moisture,
is the tracery
of sparks
touch whispers,
touch grips fluidly
and straddles
the fault lines
between
pain, pleasure
playfulness.
no self consciousness, not now
when we lose track
of limbs, the parts
yours that become mine
mine that become yours.
for an instant
entwined, no
me without you, identities
defined only in relation.
and then i rolled off.
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untitled
my fingers walk the outline
of your silhouette, trace the tightropes
holding our tenuous miscommunications,
trusting in our unspoken tensions to hold us up.
we sequester whispers in the corners
of half-hearted smiles