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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

-emmjaepenniman

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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…”

-emmjaepenniman

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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

-emmjaepenniman

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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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An Update On My 2012 Resolutions…

Resolution No. 1 was to learn Ethiopian Amharic and Portuguese like I know French. I’ve made a small amount of progress in Amharic, though I still can’t carry on a decent conversation in the language, at least I can say Endemen walch/Endemen walsh. As for Portuguese, I’ve made zero progress but I’m not complaining because that’s what I’ll focus on this year.

Resolution No. 2 was to lose at least 5 pounds. Now due to the hot summer we had in Chicago this past year and to all of those long bike rides, I probably DID lose 5 pounds, but I don’t know for sure. Note to self: Buy a scale.

Resolution No. 3 was to take a vacation/trip for at least 3 days within the United States. Two words: 2012 Fail.

Resolution No. 4 was to try pink moscato. I did. And it was disgusting. NEXT!

Resolution No. 5 was to go to at least ONE concert. I DID. And it was’nt just any concert, I went to see my favorite singer, Mika in October and it was amazing… I screamed, I danced, I sang and I drank but most importantly, after the show, I got his autograph. That was a true, no, THE highlight of 2012 for me.

Resolution No. 6 was to write more stories. I did’nt , but there were a lot of attempts.

Resolution No. 7 was to write poems as often as I used to. I don’t think I did. Maybe I should check.

Resolution No. 8 was to try absinthe. SUCCESS. I DID. And it was exactly how I thought it’d be, especially when you order it in a dim bar. I did’nt see the fairy though. Not yet…

Resolution No. 9 was learn how to bellydance. 2012 Fail.

Resolution No. 10 was to spend a week in Paris, France. I did’nt but I’m still dreaming…

written January 1, 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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( I saw you last night…) Rumi

I saw you last night in the gathering,
but could not take you openly in my
arms,

so I put lips next to your cheek,
pretending to talk privately.

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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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Duality

when I’m alone
I’m usually lonely
and it’s at these times
I start to turn crazy
like a fruit on a counter
for too long is dead
and begins to rot…

it can come as a
fly lingering around me
or a kiss on my bare shoulder
from an invisible demon
tempting me…
doing so so sweetly
that I don’t wanna’ say no

so this escapade
among us four goes on:
the fly, the wind, the
demon and I – the victim?
who knows? maybe I’m
the leader in this silly game…

Me against my self
I’m the murderer
I’m the tempter as I’m
the one giving in
I’m the male to my female
I’m the key to my dreams
I’m the reason for my
own sadness and fear

I repeat
that
when I’m alone
I’m usually lonely
the other comes to
light
being the other
that is me
I slip gracefully
into an uncommon
temporary madness…

written: August 6, 2010

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