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my father met my mother on the train tracks
leading out of Hackensack, New Jersey.
she was clad in blue and embossed with blisters;
he was wearing a black sweater and had a stumbling tongue.
the night they exchanged promises, the moon
was hiding under a cool blanket of factory smoke.
my mother wore a black n’ beige dress,
my father was decked in the finest leather shoes.
their love was a budless stem:
to appreciate it, you had to do some gardening.
the botany of our family is complicated.
i am a shovel and my brother is soil.
my mother is a watering hose and
my father sets with the sun. come winter,
she will freeze in time and we will
barely see him through the clouds.
the occasional drought will manifest into our lineage,
but my mother will burst like a floodgate.
sometimes, it'll get so cold that the crops will be frostbitten,
but my father will break the barrier of clouds.
i will help dig my brother out of messy situations
and we will be
just a plot of land on the map of our family forest,
strengthening our roots like black n’ blue on the train tracks.
leading out of Hackensack, New Jersey.
she was clad in blue and embossed with blisters;
he was wearing a black sweater and had a stumbling tongue.
the night they exchanged promises, the moon
was hiding under a cool blanket of factory smoke.
my mother wore a black n’ beige dress,
my father was decked in the finest leather shoes.
their love was a budless stem:
to appreciate it, you had to do some gardening.
the botany of our family is complicated.
i am a shovel and my brother is soil.
my mother is a watering hose and
my father sets with the sun. come winter,
she will freeze in time and we will
barely see him through the clouds.
the occasional drought will manifest into our lineage,
but my mother will burst like a floodgate.
sometimes, it'll get so cold that the crops will be frostbitten,
but my father will break the barrier of clouds.
i will help dig my brother out of messy situations
and we will be
just a plot of land on the map of our family forest,
strengthening our roots like black n’ blue on the train tracks.
Literature
Notches
There is a tree as old as me in
the midnight garden.
There’s no sound but the wind
and fingerprints of rain
drumming a thousand dreams
against my window.
My hair is growing long.
I left myself behind
on the growth chart carved
into each notch of the trunk,
leaving just a memory
running through April avenue.
Literature
Farewell
i.
i'm surprised at how easily i can break you
and leave you in the wreckage of midnight
constellations and dead stars
ii.
and your shadow crosses mine
i admire your daring, although i told you
to leave me before you burn up
we've yet to lose sight, but the distance is
enough
iii.
don't forget, i'm close behind
and i'll never let you go even if the
world detonates into a stew of
disembodied dreams and starlit memories
iv.
forgive me;
i'm still learning how to love
something forbidden
take care, i'll miss you
Literature
ME
i. I fell in love with a girl who catalogued darkness,
sat in her room with the blinds closed and wrote down
187 ways it felt
in all of the different times she couldn't see.
My name was one of them,
#143, ash velvet, and I didn't know what she meant at the time
but the only description she wrote beneath it
was good night for stuffed animals
bad night for worn pillows.
And I'm sorry I made you dream of the rivers.
ii. I fell in love with a girl who never looked in the mirror
but dressed to perfection, somehow
in her blue skirt and black socks
white tennis shoes
and a smile crooked as the bottom side of Indiana
yeah, I
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i'm not writing about broken relationships anymore!!! be proud of me!!!
(i'll be back to it in no time, don't worry)
UPDATE 3.12.14: spoken word track heyyy : soundcloud.com/recklessromance…
UPDATE 3.12.14: spoken word track heyyy : soundcloud.com/recklessromance…
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This deserved the feature. I mean it.
I loved this work, but when I heard you reciting it in soundcloud, I was literally clapping and going "now that's good editing and execution". This isn't me being flattering, just saying that this poem suited the theme portrayed in that soundcloud clip.
The poem itself, does have a lyrical portrayal honestly speaking. I liked how this poem flowed from the beginning to how the parents met, and then proceeded to describe how they are all knit together (using the Earth as a medium to compare the way they all held each other together was well done honestly). And frankly speaking, it was a balanced work, and the ending lead back to the beginning making it cyclical (I love cyclical )
Thanks for writing this work Truly.
I loved this work, but when I heard you reciting it in soundcloud, I was literally clapping and going "now that's good editing and execution". This isn't me being flattering, just saying that this poem suited the theme portrayed in that soundcloud clip.
The poem itself, does have a lyrical portrayal honestly speaking. I liked how this poem flowed from the beginning to how the parents met, and then proceeded to describe how they are all knit together (using the Earth as a medium to compare the way they all held each other together was well done honestly). And frankly speaking, it was a balanced work, and the ending lead back to the beginning making it cyclical (I love cyclical )
Thanks for writing this work Truly.