Posts Tagged: spoken word

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

Because of a Mustard Stain

I missed you the most when I put on your plaid denim shirt looked in the mirror and saw a mustard stain in the reflection It made me think of hot summer days and eating hot dogs Visions of you

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

Old Has Gone

It is in the sweet moments of peace,
the swift glances of understanding,
the comfortable silence

It is in the slow mornings,
the continuous car rides,
the cups of hot coffee

It is in the smallness of this too large life
that I’m caught up in the awe of you
and the gratitude of knowing that you are for me always

A Phone Call Love Poem

I’m getting married in forty-eight days, so I think it’s about time for a love poem… I’m currently in another bout of “minimalizing” Feeling hopeful and encouraged, desiring to fill out the parts of life that are lacking and empty

A Phone Call Love Poem

I’m getting married in forty-eight days, so I think it’s about time for a love poem… I’m currently in another bout of “minimalizing” Feeling hopeful and encouraged, desiring to fill out the parts of life that are lacking and empty

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

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

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

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

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”.

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

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

for the sake of travel, for the sake of life

let’s go to the big city let’s forget about our jobs, and the concept of money. let’s take the car, and enjoy the drive even if it lasts our whole lives. because today the pastor talked about the end times,

for the sake of travel, for the sake of life

let’s go to the big city let’s forget about our jobs, and the concept of money. let’s take the car, and enjoy the drive even if it lasts our whole lives. because today the pastor talked about the end times,

busboys and poets

this past february I had my first poetry reading experience at Busboys and Poets at 14th and V in DC. these are the two pieces I read if you’re interested! Tangled Hair I want to feel some type of release

busboys and poets

this past february I had my first poetry reading experience at Busboys and Poets at 14th and V in DC. these are the two pieces I read if you’re interested! Tangled Hair I want to feel some type of release

tied up

i’m tied up, my limbs and my tongue and my abdomen, twisted like a sad spiders web i’m tied up, from the inside out i’m weaved and stitched like a hand made gift and i’ve seemed to have lost my

tied up

i’m tied up, my limbs and my tongue and my abdomen, twisted like a sad spiders web i’m tied up, from the inside out i’m weaved and stitched like a hand made gift and i’ve seemed to have lost my