The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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feel me/read me/follow me

“Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”

… to set the mood, for me and you
so we can dream of sparkly stars
while we dance under a supermoon…

… to help me pour the wine without
my shaking hands, I’ll ease into my lace black dress and throw my book elsewhere

… to calm my nerves so that I play the right song, to give Vienna a
smile, hugging myself, I’ll sip a
glass of port before I take a dive into the night

… to gain the audacity to say Guten tag and Mein name ist…,
to lay a rose on Mozart’s grave
thorns-and-all with bleeding red petals… to help me kiss the wind…

written: February 1, 2013

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The Stuff of Poetry

The day I realized that I was a poet
it was almost midnight
on the day of the week
when birds read to the trees…

My eyes were always open, it’s just I
started to see in green and FEEL MUSIC on my skin instead of hearing it with my ears..

From then on, I read differently:
no longer for entertainment or
education, but to fall in love…

Food did’nt taste the same or maybe, I began to eat different foods and savor
hand- clasped lovers on the streets at night…

More attracted to books than ever…
I upgraded easily from bookworm to
bibliophile; I just breathe better around books, like how I feel better with alcohol

I began to see poems everywhere… with a squirrel in the park, a lone child on a swing or a hobo on a bench… I realized that there were as many poems as there are grains of sand
on the beach… and so I asked
myself, “Where do all of these poems come from?”

I soon answered myself when I put my pen to the paper and the words fell from the sky…

written: October 19, 2010

-emmjaepenniman

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2013: 365

my morning coffee should
wake you
soaked into my lips
I’ll give you a kiss…
my dear, my sweetheart
I know you adore me
‘cuz you’ve set me on fire
to light up the night

surprise me with lunch one day
soup, then bananas and a Stella Artois
I’ll smoke only on Wednesdays
after the deer start to wander
in the park
and they start to dance with each
other

Sunday is the Lord’s day; the day to
write poems and anonymous letters
the day to drink Earl Grey tea
when darkness falls, I’ll put on a
dress and my gold earrings and
walk the streets in search of your love…

written: January 9, 2013

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SICK DAY

when she’s sick, it’s fear of the cold
against her throat
it’s badly scrambled eggs, tea and
generic ibuprofen
while Francoiz Breut plays ALL DAY
LONG

she’s cold, but hot at the same time
peut-etre all she can do is read
but there ARE so many choices
it’s quite overwhelming
so much so, she can’t breathe

WATER, no, wine, that’s what
she needs
but she wants Coca- Cola and to
watch Cocteau’s Orpheus ONE MORE TIME, to re-read all of her old diaries,
imagine old photos that she was
too scared to take

“how can I pose? my jeunesse is
lifeless
like a raisin or a slice of bread…”

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Thinking of YOU

I thought of you mid- December
when we had met years ago
in late summer…

Today is Tuesday
Today is the last day
Today is the day that I…

I start this story with a line-
a lie-
“we were in love from the beginning”
I’m trying, I’m trying, I’m trying
therefore losing
myself in you

Time for tea, time for two
to dance the night away;
in a life long dream

written: December 11, 2012

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crazy for your love…

sharp pains,
like love lost
in the pit of
my stomache
my beloved
churning,
and churning
with a jagged
knife

I love you
therefore
I want to love
you, and so,
I want to kill you
and eat your heart
beating loudly,
your blood dripping
off my chin…

hold me close
hold me tight
DON’T EVER LET
GO
just spin me,
around, and around…

written: December 11, 2012

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Mid-Week Update

As I sit here listening to music on my Blackberry and drinking Cherry 7Up with antioxidants, I know what your thinking… “When was the last time that emmjaepenniman posted a mid- week update?

I know, it’s been awhile. It’s been awhile since I’ve given my blog any serious care or attention. If anyone’s noticed,I’m sorry. Guilty as charged, I was a terrible blogger in 2012. This year, I will be better.

So, what’s new…

BOOKS

I’ve devoured so many books since January 1, 2012 with a few honorable mentions, such as the infamous Fifty Shades of Grey and it blew me away. It was’nt because of the god that Christian Grey is or those shiver-inducing sex scenes or even the wonderfully sentimental dialogue between Christian and Ana Steele… Trust me, all that was great but the reason I call the book amazing is because I was kind of hesitant to read it, and when I did read it, it turned out to be a really goode book. One of my 2012 faves to be perfectly honest. I plan on the reading the following books ASAP. And to E.L. James: you have conquered me ,woman. With words.

MOVIES

Anyone see Looper? That was so fucking goode. From beginning to end. Premium Rush was surprisingly goode too. As was The Avengers and The Hunger Games. I’m really looking forward to watching Anna Karenina, Les Miserables, The Great Gatsby, Django Unchained and Gangster Squad.

MUSIC

Lately, I’ve been going mad- ridiculous listening to Willy Moon’s Yeah Yeah which is noisily brilliant and loud. Thank you iPod commercial. I’ve also been listening to Skunk Anansie, who I’ve discovered through AfroPunk (my fave website) and Kraked Unit, because of their cool jazzy songs from the movie Paris which was wonderful and so touching.

Etc.

I’ve written a few poems since December 31st and they’ll eventually be here soon. I hope everyone has had and will continue to have a goode week.

written: January 2, 2013

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After “The Piano”

oh funny song
about weeds and wind
you drag me
too far away
where I cannot eat
and I cannot sleep
but I see
me and him
in that far away place
just as foreign as the past
and as distant as space

I beg the world
to let us be
let us love in peace
just let the water sleep
don’t stick in your feet
and kick and splash
please let the water sleep
don’t remind me
of who I wanted to be

what are dreams anyway…?
please let the water sleep

written: October 8, 2012

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Monday

Monday.

The day that I’d
like to die; the
first day of the week
where I rest my
eyes on my sadness
and they fall hard
into an abyss…
leaving me blind.

Monday.

Not a real day. Or maybe,
it’s the jour rose; there
is a place where people
fall in love only on
Mondays. Don’t ask me
which bus to take,
because there, I’ve never
been…

Monday.

I see you, Angelou.
Older now, I understand
you. Giovanni, you’re like
a whip in your poetry.
Brooks, may your soul rest
in peace, and I’ll fall for
your contemplation and
wit. Je pense, donc je suis

Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday.
Friday.
Saturday.
Sunday.

And then?

(written: November 14, 2010)

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Schedule

At nine in the morning
I sweat for you
on a tower of books that’s my “to-read” pile
thinking of the only two poets I’ve met
in my life
not this life, but the one before this one where trees grew and never fell
where children laughed and never cried

At two in the afternoon
I am bleeding for you
from behind my ears
where you’ve kissed so many times
during the month of July
when we could’nt have sex
so we fucked instead

At around midnight
while my tea dreams in sugar
my poets are awake, my poems are asleep
I eat a star for you
so that you know I’m devoted
to our union
the star explodes inside of me
but it’ still not you

written: October 10, 2011

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