Category Archives: poetry

poetry past twelve

were you burning up or was I melting inward frequently producing these ideas that somehow secure my very being (it’s okay to be existing) calming my anxieties by protecting my privacy closed door and altered mind it’s been strange around

poetry past twelve

were you burning up or was I melting inward frequently producing these ideas that somehow secure my very being (it’s okay to be existing) calming my anxieties by protecting my privacy closed door and altered mind it’s been strange around

unseen

sometimes I think of stories, ones that I’ve never read before but they play out like a film in my head projecting onto white walls, all clean and with cleanliness comes purity, I’m reminded of the way everything became dirty

unseen

sometimes I think of stories, ones that I’ve never read before but they play out like a film in my head projecting onto white walls, all clean and with cleanliness comes purity, I’m reminded of the way everything became dirty

I let the sea

It’s the altogether helplessness of the matter the standing up just to need to sit back down the sound of my own laughter acts as a reminder, the hollow place in my fingertips that rest on my mouth when there

I let the sea

It’s the altogether helplessness of the matter the standing up just to need to sit back down the sound of my own laughter acts as a reminder, the hollow place in my fingertips that rest on my mouth when there

separate but true

I believe that sometimes, you are happier than I am that your world becomes lit up by what darkens mine and that is the most separating force between us It seems I have been conditioned to believe that there is

separate but true

I believe that sometimes, you are happier than I am that your world becomes lit up by what darkens mine and that is the most separating force between us It seems I have been conditioned to believe that there is

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

ripple effect

Why do the sounds make their own emotions, ripple effect and creeping notions? Who gave them personality, and riddled these notes with sorrow, sadness, and grieving Who took the noise and made it into song, my voice stands unclean in

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

Great

I once wanted to be great, and here I am in this position to decide for myself and breathe on my own and pick up my arms like bags of skin and bones I once wanted to be free and

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

should I gather

guess I should gather my thoughts should I gather up anything at all we’ve all been told too many things, that aren’t valid or of meaning take everything: silk garments and empty cans leave nothing canvas striped green and in

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who

san francisco: days four and five

wednesday: (I’d ruined my “secret return” to san francisco) I don’t have much time so these words will be quick, a bus ride to broadway street to visit the beat museum and a thank you to the man there who

san francisco: day three

a walk to whole foods, and the bank morning pastries and a morning read of watchmen on the patio an afternoon walk to live sushi and then to mission bay i’m going to live in a house boat. and i’m

san francisco: day three

a walk to whole foods, and the bank morning pastries and a morning read of watchmen on the patio an afternoon walk to live sushi and then to mission bay i’m going to live in a house boat. and i’m

san francisco: day two

begin: morning turned into afternoon started with clouds, welcomed by sun shining on the mission, perfectly lonely walks on unfamiliar streets book stores and markets, what ever happened to this simplicity, being the only thing? I take this city in

san francisco: day two

begin: morning turned into afternoon started with clouds, welcomed by sun shining on the mission, perfectly lonely walks on unfamiliar streets book stores and markets, what ever happened to this simplicity, being the only thing? I take this city in

san francisco: day one

getting here: I noticed that I was a lot more excited than everyone else on the plane that I was a lot more anxious a lot more awkward and when I tried to make small talk with the man next

san francisco: day one

getting here: I noticed that I was a lot more excited than everyone else on the plane that I was a lot more anxious a lot more awkward and when I tried to make small talk with the man next

projection

image: digital photography with a physical projection on the model, katelyn rebelo.   what’s inside of me? a whole world to see and we’ll joke about all of the places, we’d rather be what’s inside of me? a student will

projection

image: digital photography with a physical projection on the model, katelyn rebelo.   what’s inside of me? a whole world to see and we’ll joke about all of the places, we’d rather be what’s inside of me? a student will

lately…

I have found myself in a lot of exciting situations. I normally don’t address an audience in my blog but this time I’d like to document a couple of things I’ve been a part of… Bittersweet Zine, Winter 2013 Issue!

lately…

I have found myself in a lot of exciting situations. I normally don’t address an audience in my blog but this time I’d like to document a couple of things I’ve been a part of… Bittersweet Zine, Winter 2013 Issue!

american dream

out six dollars and in with the nurture of a bad habit and a set back out a conversation and in with the appropriate regret of too many words, too many things said but it sure is great how I

american dream

out six dollars and in with the nurture of a bad habit and a set back out a conversation and in with the appropriate regret of too many words, too many things said but it sure is great how I

said I would sleep early

let me amount to something be lifted off of this mountain of nothing let me amount to something!be able to make decisions or something! switch my soul to the passion and words empty my heart of impurities and distraught car-rides-they-take

said I would sleep early

let me amount to something be lifted off of this mountain of nothing let me amount to something!be able to make decisions or something! switch my soul to the passion and words empty my heart of impurities and distraught car-rides-they-take

raw feet

oddly numb behind my aspirations tonight oddly terrified of the upcoming weeks of christmas time and lights and these things that used to be so sweet greatly involved in my own mind in my heart i can see your smile

raw feet

oddly numb behind my aspirations tonight oddly terrified of the upcoming weeks of christmas time and lights and these things that used to be so sweet greatly involved in my own mind in my heart i can see your smile

LOUD

this is loud,meant to be spoken, like this: SHOUT this is a to do list, written in ambiguous form centered by my obsessive passionate, altogether lunatic desires! SHOUT this is to be crafted by my own hands and lips and

LOUD

this is loud,meant to be spoken, like this: SHOUT this is a to do list, written in ambiguous form centered by my obsessive passionate, altogether lunatic desires! SHOUT this is to be crafted by my own hands and lips and

sound

sounds they bring me away from myself and into this wandering, pulling and digging and claiming identity terrifying I wonder whose voice that is what girl that is identity struggling to find you inside of you put it all to

sound

sounds they bring me away from myself and into this wandering, pulling and digging and claiming identity terrifying I wonder whose voice that is what girl that is identity struggling to find you inside of you put it all to

falling people

unintentionally adjourned my own sorrow, dove into a tragedy that could never be forgotten, not today nor tomorrow and it was covered in smoke and billowing clouds dressed up in people, the colors of ours i did not mean to

falling people

unintentionally adjourned my own sorrow, dove into a tragedy that could never be forgotten, not today nor tomorrow and it was covered in smoke and billowing clouds dressed up in people, the colors of ours i did not mean to

honest

I have let myself become consumed by this bed swallowed whole and looking at photographs honest, I wish I had taken them myself I crave images and noise like a hunger five years ago from today, I fell into a

honest

I have let myself become consumed by this bed swallowed whole and looking at photographs honest, I wish I had taken them myself I crave images and noise like a hunger five years ago from today, I fell into a

Middleburg

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/50799935″>middleburg</a&gt; from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user12739646″>lissy tropea</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p> a quick stop-motion film I made. Layered one of my poems “Confinement” onto it, along with Karen O & The Kid’s “The Food is Still Hot”.

Middleburg

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/50799935″>middleburg</a&gt; from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user12739646″>lissy tropea</a> on <a href=”http://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p> a quick stop-motion film I made. Layered one of my poems “Confinement” onto it, along with Karen O & The Kid’s “The Food is Still Hot”.

the old things

I still find myself going over the old things, in the midst of the new and the change consistently checking my past for any lost clues, any answers or defense. I spend my days trying not to become bitter I

the old things

I still find myself going over the old things, in the midst of the new and the change consistently checking my past for any lost clues, any answers or defense. I spend my days trying not to become bitter I

child

in the face of a child i find myself helpless confronted by innocence, and she shows me how tainted i have let me life become tainted by selfishness and anxiety by heartbreak and relationship, i find myself complex and irritated

child

in the face of a child i find myself helpless confronted by innocence, and she shows me how tainted i have let me life become tainted by selfishness and anxiety by heartbreak and relationship, i find myself complex and irritated

BITTERSWEET BENEFIT

Come out to Chez Billy (3815 Georgia Ave. NW. Washington, DC. 20011) this friday, October 12th, to take a stand against child-sex trafficking in DC! From 7:30-10 we will gather to support organizations working against sex trafficking. Get a free

BITTERSWEET BENEFIT

Come out to Chez Billy (3815 Georgia Ave. NW. Washington, DC. 20011) this friday, October 12th, to take a stand against child-sex trafficking in DC! From 7:30-10 we will gather to support organizations working against sex trafficking. Get a free

all the time

send myself a declaration of independence and of importance and purpose send myself an identity claiming passion and overcoming sorrow I don’t want to lose anything else or feel too much or let my chest collapse inward and scratch my

all the time

send myself a declaration of independence and of importance and purpose send myself an identity claiming passion and overcoming sorrow I don’t want to lose anything else or feel too much or let my chest collapse inward and scratch my

confinement

everything within me wants to claim its independence independent guilt, independent belief, independent love and anger everything within me wants to spill out onto this carpeted floor wants to let go of hope and faith and all things good everything

confinement

everything within me wants to claim its independence independent guilt, independent belief, independent love and anger everything within me wants to spill out onto this carpeted floor wants to let go of hope and faith and all things good everything

If you love someone

I may be misreading it all, translating simplicities into complex ideals but obliviousness has never comforted me nor has ignorance seemed a suitable excuse. If you want something, if you love someone then find time in your mind and your

If you love someone

I may be misreading it all, translating simplicities into complex ideals but obliviousness has never comforted me nor has ignorance seemed a suitable excuse. If you want something, if you love someone then find time in your mind and your

fail me, nor falter

see, it all began when I was young when I first realized that this world was much bigger than I was and from then on the idea progresses into a short story, a novel, a trilogy, never ending. I’ve realized

fail me, nor falter

see, it all began when I was young when I first realized that this world was much bigger than I was and from then on the idea progresses into a short story, a novel, a trilogy, never ending. I’ve realized

means

maybe if i were less terrified i’d be more inspired maybe if i were less anxious i’d know more peace maybe if i knew how to breathe i’d have more breath maybe if i would accept the realities i’d stop

means

maybe if i were less terrified i’d be more inspired maybe if i were less anxious i’d know more peace maybe if i knew how to breathe i’d have more breath maybe if i would accept the realities i’d stop

colors like purple

You are always on our minds and numbers like fourteen and colors like purple and sunflowers and curls and sadness and hurt and everything always comes back to You are perfected in the grace of our god strong and beautiful

colors like purple

You are always on our minds and numbers like fourteen and colors like purple and sunflowers and curls and sadness and hurt and everything always comes back to You are perfected in the grace of our god strong and beautiful