Please note: Given that this work is spoken word, I would much rather have uploaded a video of myself performing the poem rather than a transcript of it. However, this option isn't available on deviantART. Rather than reading it, I would encourage you to instead watch a video of me performing the poem, which can be found HERE (click). Thanks a lot!
I met you under waterfalls
Ablaze, and like lovers do
We carried each other to the river's gait
And swam together.
Our hair tangled, we fused spines
Our ribs embraced in criss crossed lines
And we owned satellites and stopped off often
Flying boats
And together singing through the sky se
The dawn sky sweats animal city workers from
Two-bedroomed cages, with daily bread and
Threatened wages; vacuous and incomplete,
They walk on cardboard cut-out legs,
Hollow heads and hollow-eyed,
And cry under umbrellas
Until romance fills their fish-tank glasses
With swimmingly and
Glistening.
Yet in a clamshell heat haze, they
Throttle love with too tight suits
And the internet, and office hours;
Electric showering under
Bazaars of machine-made crap with brands.
And when the fish-tank glasses leak,
It's back to glutinosity; walking graves
With crumbling names,
Locked forever in the graveyard.
I have been lying in the fields near my house for hours, listening to the flowers as they sing to me. The percussive rattling of leaves being shifted by the wind is interwoven throughout their song, rising and falling on my chest as I draw in the musical air. It glides down my throat and takes over me. I'm in bed with nature, and it's a considerate lover, whispering sweet nothings in my ear: the rhythmic scuttling of spiders and subdued swishing of parachutist petals gliding smoothly around and to the ground.
Occasionally, I readjust my arm or reposition my leg, but for the most part, I lie still, contented with being alone and listening to
When I was seven, I tried to commit suicide. Everything was dark, except the floor, a long way beneath me. My feet dragged me towards the edge of the building. All that I knew was that it was windy, and getting windier by the second, my neck was quite itchy, and I was about to die.
"Ring a ring a rosies,
A pocket full of posies,
"A-tishoo! A-tishoo!"
We all fall down!"
I was never really a child. I had a childhood, and I looked like a child, but inside I was more like a machine. I did what I was told to do: I functioned.
"Survival is an instinct built into every animal on this planet: See prey, chase prey, pounce. Dinner. A cheetah woul
Please note: Given that this work is spoken word, I would much rather have uploaded a video of myself performing the poem rather than a transcript of it. However, this option isn't available on deviantART. Rather than reading it, I would encourage you to instead watch a video of me performing the poem, which can be found HERE (click). Thanks a lot!
I met you under waterfalls
Ablaze, and like lovers do
We carried each other to the river's gait
And swam together.
Our hair tangled, we fused spines
Our ribs embraced in criss crossed lines
And we owned satellites and stopped off often
Flying boats
And together singing through the sky se
The dawn sky sweats animal city workers from
Two-bedroomed cages, with daily bread and
Threatened wages; vacuous and incomplete,
They walk on cardboard cut-out legs,
Hollow heads and hollow-eyed,
And cry under umbrellas
Until romance fills their fish-tank glasses
With swimmingly and
Glistening.
Yet in a clamshell heat haze, they
Throttle love with too tight suits
And the internet, and office hours;
Electric showering under
Bazaars of machine-made crap with brands.
And when the fish-tank glasses leak,
It's back to glutinosity; walking graves
With crumbling names,
Locked forever in the graveyard.
I have been lying in the fields near my house for hours, listening to the flowers as they sing to me. The percussive rattling of leaves being shifted by the wind is interwoven throughout their song, rising and falling on my chest as I draw in the musical air. It glides down my throat and takes over me. I'm in bed with nature, and it's a considerate lover, whispering sweet nothings in my ear: the rhythmic scuttling of spiders and subdued swishing of parachutist petals gliding smoothly around and to the ground.
Occasionally, I readjust my arm or reposition my leg, but for the most part, I lie still, contented with being alone and listening to
When I was seven, I tried to commit suicide. Everything was dark, except the floor, a long way beneath me. My feet dragged me towards the edge of the building. All that I knew was that it was windy, and getting windier by the second, my neck was quite itchy, and I was about to die.
"Ring a ring a rosies,
A pocket full of posies,
"A-tishoo! A-tishoo!"
We all fall down!"
I was never really a child. I had a childhood, and I looked like a child, but inside I was more like a machine. I did what I was told to do: I functioned.
"Survival is an instinct built into every animal on this planet: See prey, chase prey, pounce. Dinner. A cheetah woul
The Fat Buddha Smiles At Me by KarlyNoelleAbreu, literature
Literature
The Fat Buddha Smiles At Me
The fat Buddha smiles at me
As I sit in the Vietnamese nail salon,
I wonder if he realizes that
The incense in front of him is electric?
And I, paying money to sit
And have my feet bathed by a lady,
Am bowed to far more often, with
Sacrificial poses, and softly spoken words.
I wonder what it must be like
To be so enlightened that
I could be satisfied with plastic.
While the lady asks if I prefer
The blue or purple polish?
Hey,
I've wanted to post poetry up on YouTube for a long time and have finally gotten around to it. I'd really appreciate it if you could watch this video and give me any thoughts about it. Hopefully you like it! If you do, I'd love it if you could let me know either on here or Youtube, and if you could help me get a few more views for the video by showing it to friends via facebook or similar, or maybe even just 'liking' it on Youtube.
The poem is here: 'Sweet'
On another note, I tried uploading it to the 'spoken word' literature category on dA and was surprised to find that it still doesn't allow videos. Seems a little odd, really.
Than
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In other news, I've finished all of my A2 exams, meaning I'm free from the grip of school (so I should be on dA more, too). All I have to dread now is results, which come out on the 18th August. I need three As to get into uni. :/
How are you all?
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