tryna get together some spoken word for my Creative Writing class. I hate speaking in front of people. My voice is manly and shaky. I hate how I sound. anyways here’s an excerpt.
the windows are shut.
what is an ending?
spilled milk, broken cage,
something sharp and blood covered
the answer to whether you can remember the yellow house and forget the ashes
or dress yourself in charred lampshade indefinitely.
I woke up to watch you drink directly from the sun and now
I am begging you to run away with me.
scatter yourself into dandelion chunks, drift somewhere
winter was a mutual drowning,
where the wailing claw of reality
has left a crust on the rim of every champagne glass.
This was an expensive year for both of us.
the future stumbles indoors and cannot recognize his own brilliance
the past gave us teeth and
when he comes knocking,
prepare to bite down.
Welcome to the new world
“And if I was to say that I really, really wanted to get to know you,
it would just be an understatement:
Me, I want to pour your thoughts into a wine glass
and sip them slow with a straw like I’m on vacation;
I want to light candles and bathe for hours in secrets that you’ve just never had the courage
to say out loud—
I’m ready to grab onto your dreams and jump in a pool head first just to see if
hope still floats—I want to float next to you.
I’m talking like, ten feet above cumulus clouds
so no one can ever rain on our parade.”
listened to Taylor Mali today in poetry class. This is an excerpt from Silver-Lined Heart
, and the video is What Teachers Make
I’m for reckless abandon
and spontaneous celebrations of nothing at all,
like the twin flutes I kept in the trunk of my car
in a box labeled Emergency Champagne Glasses!
Raise an unexpected glass to long, cold winters
and sweet hot summers and the beautiful confusion of the times in between.
To the unexpected drenching rain that leaves you soaking
wet and smiling breathless;
Here’s to the soul‐expanding power of the universally
optimistic simplicity of the beautiful.