Category Archives: Poems

Slammed

In addition to the recent influx of writing and reading I’ve been doing, I’ve also been falling down the slam poetry rabbit hole quite a bit lately. Perhaps it’s because I’m starting school soon or perhaps I’m just really interested in emotional creativity… who knows? Regardless, I’ve compiled a brief list of poems I’ve listened to repeatedly as well as quotes from each that really struck a chord. I strongly recommend watching all of them.


Boyfriend Interview” by Haley Mosley

“And I never understood people when they said that they could remember a touch until I felt his thick palms four days after he left. And when he said he wasn’t coming, I ate a strawberry and tasted nothing and I haven’t eaten fruit since. And I haven’t made sense since ten days before he left… Can you be with a woman you’ll never be able to please?”

Touchscreen” by Marshall Davis Jones

“Apple picking has always come at a high cost. iPod, iMac, iPhone, iChat, I can do all of these things without making eye contact. We used to sprint to pick in-store blackberries now we run to the Sprint to pick BlackBerrys.”

Scars/To the New Boyfriend” by Rudy Francisco

“There is nothing rational about love. Your love stutters when it gets nervous, your love trips over its own shoelaces. Love is clumsy and my heart refuses to wear a helmet… Cupid is fucking irresponsible and I’m tired of him using me for target practice… I was told that time would heal all wounds, but what exactly do you do on days when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?”

When Love Arrives”  by Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye

“Maybe Love stays. Maybe Love can’t. Maybe Love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when Love is supposed to. And Love leaves exactly when Love must. When Love arrives, say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.” If Love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her, turn off the music, listen to the quiet, whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.””

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If I Should Have A Daughter

“I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.

You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.

And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.”

If you do nothing else today, watch this TED Talk with Sarah Kay. She’s incredible.

Poetic Moments.

Emolabs

So, I recently discovered the Instagram account “Emolabs” and it was such a serendipitous find. I wouldn’t normally spotlight something as inane as a random social media account but I think the vision of this one is worth it. The poet/photographer behind the ‘gram is a guy named Tony Ciampa and his photos are not only beautiful, but also incredibly vulnerable and, at times, quirky. When he’s not posting carefully crafted outdoor dinner tables, often equipped with sparklers and an attractive woman, he’s posting raw, handwritten poems juxtaposed with scenic backgrounds.

It’s a relatable, heart-wrenching, and artistic addition to my feed and I think it will be to yours too. Here are some of my favorites:

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I Am Loud

I am loud,
Demanding attention.
I know when I am being charming
Because I try.
I put on my impressing face
And do my impressing hair
And speak my impressing words.
I tell you my embarrassing drinking stories
And everything else about me
That you probably shouldn’t know.

I am not good at being quiet
Because that’s not who I am.
I am not the sweet girl
Who will leave you with a smile
And a touch
And a glance
Or a single word.
There is nothing of this fashion of romance
About me.
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Picture This

I spend an unhealthy amount of time on my computer, searching the Internet for god-knows-what. During my relentless rummaging, I come across countless pictures, sayings, and, generally, beautiful things that peak my interest. Aside from messing with my mental health both positively and negatively, my perpetual surfing leads to a rather cluttered desktop; as a means of cleansing my mind and my computer screen, here’s what I’m currently loving on the interwebs: Continue reading