Let us take a sack of spray paint and spray paint over the paintings.
Let dance through Paris;
kiss in the shadow of the louve,
crawl inside its windows,
scroll manifesto’s over its canvas’,
write morris’ code on the sculputers,
roll a sleeping bag on the floors to sleep inside of, tell one another a story by flashlight,
unearth everything from before,
burry each other inside the other,
feed grapes to the ants,
light fireworks in the fists of sleeping kings; kill a monach.
Break back outside and find a world to do all these same things to;
up and upon against break the bricks, climb over them,
and when the sirens scream,
laugh aloud,hold my hand and run fast.
Run through the streets with me with a bunch of bottles,
a bucket of gasoline,
a mouthful of matches,
a pocket full of paintings and fresh faced batch of policemen to chase the fires we are lighting,
laugh on a shoulder of gold.
And i thought that the museums where cemetaries where the dead paid the wall to hold what we had so that we could walk through what we once were,
And children take their sculls to turn into gardens,
to pluck for forefathers and farther stars,
that on some nights resemble an armless mother praying for her arms to return.
Every tooth that we tear from our jaw to fling at the black gloved riot soldiers as another shadow that we are trying to lose.
Let every giggle be filled with lust; let us laugh this night away and i will fuck you like you were a prayer.
I could save me by having my mouth around you,
and i will hold you afterwards like you were the pullpit and i was the sky,
and this love that danced between that hardness was a telephone line of holiness that those two things spoke through.
Take me into your heart like i was a saint,
and you were a face of forgivenss blooming in a valley destined to sink further.
Be a river with me;
Be the storm;
the bend in the path;
the front porch; the heat in the south;
be a boot full of banjo strings;
a fist full of written songs;
a mouthfull of chocolate dust.
When they come to take us,
stab them between the eyes.
Do not take your hand from around mine.
Make a fist with the other, and punch spines like guilds, spit, sweat, kiss them like a grandmother. How will open mouthed terror love filled?
And when they come to cut out hair and ask to hear pennince come from inside us,
say with me loud and trembling,
but loud and clear that:
“i have already emptied myself. I kissed regret goodbye, took the hands of another backwards angel, and rode backwards into the rain”
When the hangman of morrow comes to hang the sun in its daily execution say this with me: “‘Sarah we are apples, our love is an apple; im unbuttoning my shirt; painting a circle over my heart, please,, just shoot straight.”
-This poem is rooted in history. Milos is a greek island that is home to the Venus de Milo (the famous statue of aphrodite), which is not on display in The Louve in Paris.
This poem performed was truly breathetaking <3
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“apparently phill k likes to escalte things”
“yes i had sex with phill k”
“he touched my back”
“he touched my shoulder”
“Well he was all over me rubbing himself like a dead fish so ha!”
“he sexy cause hes my baby daddy”
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- “Fun Fact: Last halloween me and Phil K dressed up as pokemon, He was ash and i was pikachu” (Sarah kay)
- “Thats what we call FUCKING BRILLIANT” (Jason M)
- “The motherfucker poem is not done yet” (Thoma)
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so im over at and ink meeting and OH MY FRIGGIN ORANGE JUICE.
JEFF IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME DRAWING (recap: hot risd college boy)
so yeah and hes drawing as i type and im just like staring at him and we talked *squeal*
i just am having such a great day today. great outfit,two classes,did nothing and now eye candy. GET IT!
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sarah! SARAH! SARAAAHHH! is gone!! GONE!! my world has come crashing down….. nah not really but im gonna miss our lil poetry class. but hey then again summer is almost here and everybody would go our own seperate ways ANYWAY i got her email! HA! be jealous (if you even know her o.o) soo anyway we spent our last class going out to thayer st. and getting some pizza over at antonio’s talked about phil K aka her platonic soulmate and her life and other random stuff, future plans and blah. and now i have to go to lunch (and yes i wrote this in class US History to be exact teehee <33)
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alright quick update on my poetry career.
just last week during our schools advisory Ms. Thoma (our very hot,cool && total kickass english teacher) did an OPEN MIC over @ her room. And yeah daammn! the whole classroom was packed! there were about more than 30 students there. Anyway during our lil arts community school tradition the “OPEN MIC” is where any student can come out and perform basically anything.But usually its our school poets who perform just cause HOPE POETS KICK ASS=]. And for the first time of my very quiet life i performed a POEM. yes you read it a poem. and let me tell you i was about to drop dead from all my nervous-ness. But i still got up and it was pretty exhilarating. Oh and for a noob i actually did pretty well according to some people. okay i lied. They said i did great for a noob but hey not gonna let that get to me cause i still need to improve :]. anyway all in all it was an awesome experience and hopefully ill be able to continue this poetry career even just for a lil more.
PS. Sarah kay is totally an awesome person too! and tim was just pure delicious eye candy :>