December 2009
6 posts
Very slowly...
very slowly, one shower brainstorm at a time, i am working on my shocking sex poem. I think i have a very general format, it should start out with tons of sexual puns like:
my blood vessels spell out dichotomy, like there’s two people inside of me…(wah wah)
and then move on to actual sexual issues, and everyone will be like OMG! SMALL PEOPLE HAVE SEX and i will be like BOOM, thats...
Emo Haiku
so on friday, before the nuyorikan semi-finals, i got in this weird mood, and all the sudden i was really upset and thought i might even cry, and i didn’t even know why! I knew a few things that might have triggered it, but my hands were even hurting (which is an unusual but sure sign of severe distress). I wrote this haiku then, cliché and corny/emo as it is. I feel like it has been...
my first haiku
he said he loved me
i was young back then, naive
Barney broke my heart
How to spend 100 years if you'll never love
a freewrite on a given topic we did during a slam meeting
oh god, what more could there be so rewarding? Is this a solely solitary endeavor? Or just a glimpse of completion, a taste of a comfort you will never attain? There will be so much sorrow, how will you use it constructively? People can’t survive on salt water, your body is barren. You are a rock, a plateau of sand, nothing...
Tessa
Like anyone could understand death when it’s teaching you to water-ski
Like anyone could recognize death when it’s teaching you about birch trees
When it’s enforcing waterfront rules
When it’s helping you pack out for a trip
When it’s teaching you how to french braid
We were told this week that she might lose her hair
And if campers asked us why locks of sunshine had stopped pouring out of...
the switch
obviously i am having issues keeping up with my journal, which makes me think that perhaps the age of the journal is over for me, and it’s tumbler time.
word to yo motha