jazzonia: (Misc. - Green hills and castle)
  Mar. 17th, 2009 03:34 pm
Poetry is in my blood

The words have been diced so small
that they sidle through my pores like dancers

My red cells and white cells and tiny newborn cells
are dwarfed by fragments of Times New Roman

I've got tails of Qs and arms of Es
and forgotten lips on the tops of Cs
and way more tittles than Playboy

You are in my blood, too,
the way champagne is on the eve of something new

So I want to write poetry with you

I want to sit on the hardwood floor
with the windows wide open and bolts on the doors,
scrawling beautiful words on sheets of recycled paper

( recycled, of course, because we are twentysomethings
in a loft in TriBeCa, wearing hemp and moccasins )

We could even write on each other,
about how your dictionaries hold up our coffee table,
or dropping out of college, or curry, or your mother,

or how our blood bubbles with promise, and champagne,
and boxed-up leftovers and January rain and

jazzonia: (Broadway - SA - M/W Kiss)
  Aug. 24th, 2008 12:19 am
Gabriel Incarnate

I want to make angels with you
in the crisp newborn snow.
Will you rise with me
this whimsical morning?

My angel would have bed-head
and one foot a half-size bigger;
yours, a scar on its shoulder
and a crooked bottom incisor --

but angels do not
have such flaws.

Can we lie down together
and make perfect shapes,
clothed in purple predawn light
and nothing else?

But we must stand with care,
leaving the closest thing to perfection
we have ever known

Then will you trample our angels,
kick the snow and ruin the smoothness,
crush ice crystals beneath unlaced boots
as we greet the morning
with a two-step waltz?

I should like to share that with you.
jazzonia: (Misc. - Pencils)
  Jun. 9th, 2008 09:11 pm

Gotta love, could never hate her
Lives in the now and never later
I'd put my life in her hands --
so sure of where she stands
She gets your heart racing --
she's anyone's for the chasing
She's cute, and when smiling,
she's really quite beguiling
Impassive but not cold,
her story's yet untold
Best friend, partner in crime
Doesn't care, but she's all mine
jazzonia: (Landscapes - PR Ocean)
  Apr. 10th, 2008 08:32 pm

April at 16

On days like this,
I'm just happy to be
and young.

Who could ask for more?

April at 16: alternate version

Pretty, young, and free --

-- what more is there to be?


The tan-line of my father's Claddagh ring on my finger,
Sweet songbird melodies carried on the breeze,
Knowing that I am beautiful in my youth,
More words than I know what to do with,
Windows thrown open to a new beginning,
Days and nights rich with the purest of friends,
Playlists of blood-pumping, pulse-quickening tracks,
Sepia photographs that remind me where I come from --
and a heart that knows where I'm going.
jazzonia: (Default)
  Feb. 10th, 2008 02:47 pm

incluso después de años--
tú --
mi angustia y mi remedio

even after years --
you --
my heartache and my remedy
jazzonia: (Default)
  Jul. 19th, 2007 05:22 pm
To be rewritten sometime in the future.


You may not regret it, and you may not think about me,
but you should know that you're missing out on something beautiful-to-be.
I never impressed you much beyond that single fateful night,
but now I bask in the glow of the hopeful future that lives within my line of sight.
I know that you might hate me, or worse, you simply don't care,
but a part of you will always be with me, lighthearted and rare;
So sorry for sending this letter -- I apologize for any disruptions, I do,
but I just thought you'd like to know that your son looks just like you.
jazzonia: (Writing - My muse is addicted to tea)
  Jul. 8th, 2007 01:50 pm
Hello, everybody! I am back from upstate, finally, and settled back into my wonderfully wifi-rich home. No more six-bucks-a-pop Starbucks internet for me! Also, my Office Mac software and iPod battery came in, so I am in geeky heaven. As much of a Mac person as I am, I have to admit that Word gets the job done and then some. Good stuff.

Also! Who watched Live Earth yesterday? What a great set of concerts! I especially liked the world maps in tires/oil barrels/etc behind the stages, and the fact that the concert was eco-friendly. I alternated between the Canadian channel upstate, which was covering the London event, and Fox, which skipped around. Now I'm MSN-ing it up to watch the other continents' events. Yay.


Anddd, I bring you poetry.

Haiku 1 (Lament)

Iridescent dawns
precede hard lamentations;
no one is immune.


When the iridescent sky seems to chuckle as it snows,
and fragile ice-faeries dance along frozen tree boughs,
and impending spring-scents are anticipated by a velvet deer-nose,
I know that I have made it home.


We reap black harvests
and dance on dead rye,
watching the forests burn
and not really knowing why.


The seductive whore that is summer
whispers sweet nothings into my ear.

We can't stay like this for long --
winter lurks just around the corner,
biding her time.
jazzonia: (Default)
  Jun. 13th, 2007 09:03 pm
Yeah, sorry for that, erm, flurry of posts. I was feeling poetic, and I kept promising myself this will be the last one. Thank goodness I'm a poetic addict, and not an alcoholic or something. o.O

In other news, I've been listening to the score of Annie Get Your Gun. It's going to be a fun show!
jazzonia: (Broadway - Spring Awakening - Melchior)
  Jun. 13th, 2007 09:01 pm
Just Wondering

How much longer
will I have to wait
until you
figure it out?
jazzonia: (Misc. - Drama)
  Jun. 13th, 2007 08:58 pm
(Yes, titled as such because I am a drama nerd; a remix of In the Night)

A naked angel
visited me in the night,
warm breath
and cold steel
reinforcing his message:
misplaced love
reaps dire
jazzonia: (Default)
  Jun. 13th, 2007 08:57 pm
For Now

On the eve of everything,
what is there left to do?

Just smile,
I think.
jazzonia: (Misc. - Red rose)
  Jun. 13th, 2007 08:56 pm
Cheating Tomorrow

Are you, too, haunted by tomorrow's words,
whispered solemnly in the night?

They would age me,
if not for your laughter.
jazzonia: (Writing - Just Write)
  May. 10th, 2007 09:53 pm
So, yeah. Hell Week.

I'm ready to keel over from exhaustion -- just got home, and I still have all my work to do. Sigh. No time to post anything, no time to hang out with any non-drama people (Dee!), etc etc etc

But! I do have this sonnet for you all. Inspired by an old poem.

Love -- Shakespeare Style )
jazzonia: (Funny - Lazy Writer Couch)
  Apr. 11th, 2007 03:29 pm
Inspired by [livejournal.com profile] salymander, I have taken the "What form of poetry am I?" quiz!

And it knows who I am.

I am heroic couplets; most precise
And fond of order. Planned and structured. Nice.
I know, of course, just what I want; I know,
As well, what I will do to make it so.
This doesn't mean that I attempt to shun
Excitement, entertainment, pleasure, fun;
But they must keep their place, like all the rest;
They might be good, but ordered life is best.
What Poetry Form Are You?
jazzonia: (Pencils)
  Apr. 6th, 2007 12:06 pm
A new version of the old "Spirit of Manhattan", after basically a total re-haul.


Rhythmic pounding of billions of footsteps on the earth,
mingled sighs of disappointment-pleasure-heartbreak-hope,
sidewalks shared between millionaires and murderers,
pulses racing as others slow and still more stop,
taxis swerving and accelerating but always just missing,
diverse cultures transplanted onto one island,
worshiping in churches, mosques, temples, apartments,
life and death's eternal tug-of-war for the city's heart.
jazzonia: (Misc. - Just Write)
  Apr. 4th, 2007 10:00 am
I dunno if anyone has heard of Magnetic Poetry Sets, but if you haven't, I think I posted about them before. Just to recap, they are really awesome magnets with one word each on them. About two hundred come in each set, as well as a book for ideas on how to use them. My friend has a mini-set on his cabinet in his room, and it's cool at parties to see what people make with them. Usually they are vague sexual references, but sometimes some nice stuff comes out of it. I have three now, and all the magnets are spread out on my desk since my brother would feed them to the fish if I put the magnets on the fridge. The kits are really cool, because I have little poetic... orgasms, if you will, to see so many words spread out in front of me. I scan the area and a few jump out at me, so I write a poem with them. I wrote about a zillion and one on the 31st March - 1st April, and so here they are!

A pretty cut so as not to break your friends page )
jazzonia: (Misc. - We can do better than that)
  Feb. 5th, 2007 08:13 pm
In the snow
on a rooftop
with nothing between us
and the sky,
we sat on the snow
on the rooftop
and I opened up to you.
I told you things
that I've never before said,
things that I was
ashamed, proud, afraid of.
In the snow
on the rooftop
I shared myself with you.

Then in the snow,
on the street,
you betrayed me;
and shifted to another girl,
carefree as snow
on a rooftop.
jazzonia: (Misc. - Pencils)
  Jan. 15th, 2007 08:49 pm
When years chip away the vividness of youth,
how will I remember your beauty?

Shall I take a photograph of your smile?
Shall I write a story about your kindness?
Shall I paint a picture of your eyes?
Shall I map out your skin in kisses?

Or shall I write a poem
and let your beauty saturate my words?
jazzonia: (Writing - Typewriter)
  Dec. 3rd, 2006 08:32 am
I have owned a magnetic poetry set for a while now, but due to a lack of metal surfaces in my room, there was no opportunity to use them. Finally I got tired of staring at it, unopened, so I bought one of those plastic desk protectors and spread out my poetry right on top of my desk. Then the cover went over them, so I lost no workspace! Whenever I can, I take off the protector, play with the poetry, then slip it back on to work.

I am a genius (=

I really love using the magnetic poetry because the limited amounts of conjunctions and articles and verbs (there are about six 'but's but only two 'it's! Wtf?) forces me to think creatively. I use magnetic poetry as, of course, inspiration for poetry, but also like a warm-up before a test or homework. Sometimes I slip a few into my pocket and draw one out at random over the course of the school day, just to see what can come of one word. I recommend magnetic poetry to all writers.

Anyway, this is my first piece of any merit.

Magnetic Poetry Jaunt #1 : Love! )


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