I came across a piece of paper with some bits of words and poetry while spring cleaning. I wanted to hurry and put them here before I lost them for good. I've been so busy lately with starting a new job, getting ready to go back to school, meeting with advisors, photo shoots, various other appointments, and filming for youtube. My head is spinning! Nothing is ever spread out. Life always feels full blast or standing still.
I'm also going to be writing more this year, and sharing it through spoken word on my youtube channel. I'm very excited about this. I've already put up my first. I wanted to just do it and feel it out, with no outside influences. Now that it's done, I'm ready to delve deep. I've spent my day off watching some incredible online spoken word performances. My learning has begun, and I'm off to see some locals next week.
I always have bits of poems and stories in me but I haven't had a chance to get them all out this week. I managed the beginnings of something the other day and jotted it down before I left for work.
Here are the pieces of all of the above. I think I'll start giving you pieces here more often. When they come and I can catch them before they've gone.
You can translate however you like.
When you wonder how they might pertain...well...sometimes they mean nothing.
And sometimes they mean everything.
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Sometimes I am rendered immobile with worry
I will never be capable of loving anything
but the unattainable
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I feel in words.
I document as the only way I know how.
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Spring 2012 (probably April or early May)
So many pairs of eyes fixed upon a monitor of sorts
that none of us can read or speak or translate
to any sort of comfort or explanation
I cannot take my eyes off my mother.
I see her as she must have ben at five.
She is a child.
Right down to the ponytail she wears
at her big brothers bedside.
One collective breath.
This room is so full.
So silent and so full.
The air is rich.
Absolutely rich with memories.
It is palpable.
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