Monday, October 30, 2023

in memory of tiff (25 jan 2016)

"in memory of tiff"

to my beloved friend


 in the midst of all that kept you bound

you held your gaze, standing strong

both soles of your feet, firm yet light

on the ground

with doubts in one hand, courage in the other

you came to my room, climbed over my walls

curtsied and gave a wise, cautious look

"You okay?" "I understand."

Despite the wounds, closed doors, silences in a row

unanswered calls

you moved in a rhythm you could

holding a beam of sunshine, an empty bowl

like mismatched pieces in harmony, you

held me close on my broken path

behind those eyes, deep, so alive

i saw remnants of memories engraved in your soul

a box you opened when alone

in the darkest hour, tasting,

burning,

curving down to the bones

never giving up

because... you knew.


many nights we would walk

escape the madness, a forest that could devour us

hunters let loose, tailgating monsters

in the frame of your body, you stored

fierceness

hotter than Flamin' Cheetos

you galloped farther, faster than anyone

like lightning, you made a trail of your own


now, remaining here, i cry out your name

an oasis to my deserted soul, a flower

after years of drought

your ray from within extending beyond

in growth i mold, i surrender

earnestly i write your name in my heart



28 avril 2014 - a poem

 I swim, blindfolded

through the thickness of hurt

Holding onto the dead skin; a stale scent

Nibbling on waste, in hopes of tasting

To be engulfed again

to hear his beating of the drums

I follow ghosts, believed in nightmares

to be violated by words, toxic fumes

Sleepwalking in this world of dreams

tangled up in riddles, heavy bass pounding

quenching thirst with ashes of hope

desperate until

the obsession takes hold


Unwanted, unresolved, every inch of my body I want to purge,

you firmly hold

give a breath of courage,

wholeheartedly

you remain, wait

my body weeps as you come inside

Lick the layers of shedding skin

caress the abandoned corners and curves

to shake, awaken

you strike a chord, deep in the core

through the slight opening of your mouth i see

the tongue, a nectar on your face

with the eyes, you trust, embrace

lay a gentle hand on my eyelids

the sapphires strum my heartstrings

keeping me steady, a sigh of relief

that follows a realization

a bonding made in faith


my hands play music   perform with your body

a holy instrument, sculpted yet melting

on the notes I play, you moan, heave sighs

laughter spreads in peace

on the horizon of your skin

bare, i want to

plant my kisses that you will water,

love, and keep



14 aout 2013 - a poem

 It takes me back to that time

in Venice Beach, in Electric Lodge

Your body bare, untouched, breathing quietly

Presence glowing, you've completely let go

Trusting, in my hands I hold

Shape, meld you in my hands

Woven into majestic silk, delicate yet firm

My fingers run through hair on your skin

No traces left behind, only the touch

On fingertips tickling the contrasting skin

Stealing fragrance, flirting with warmth

Sweat drops glistening on smooth skin

Your body wraps my mind around it

Takes me into its oceanic vastness

Heartbeat reaching the top of my throat, throbbing

Intense desire to stay close until you and i blend

into each other like watercolors in their element

But now, you've fallen asleep

Gently, peacefully you dream

Shh... let him rest

Let him

get back on the road

I tiptoe out the door

With him on my hands


Friday, October 27, 2023

breakfast in november

 

 come have breakfast with wonderful cactuses!

maybe consistency, no, persistency...

recently, i got this feeling that frequently watching vlogs and youtube channels is very similar to getting addicted to TV series. it doesn't seem like people around me are periodically watching youtube like me, but i know that many people spend hours on instagram, taking a peek at other people's lives every once in a while.

before all this craze on vlogs and instagram (tiktok, etc), i had been keeping video diaries since i got my first iphone. at first, it was an easy way to record the going-on's of my life. whenever i watched my videos years later, i really appreciated, not so much the content of what i was saying, but seeing things that were around me, things that were in the background. needlessly to say, the changes in my face/body/style are always surprising to look at.

watching people's vlogs online got me thinking about what it means to live vicariously through other people. it seems so easy these days, considering all the different social media platforms. what i find especially fascinating in people's vlogs is that in their video editing style, you can almost smell their personalities. it's like when you hear someone talk, you can somehow tell what kind of person she or he is. 

i certainly don't want to make vlogs of my everyday life. i don't think i have anything to share that hasn't been already said and done. people going on trips abroad, people eating, trying new restaurants, people showing what they do at work... i mean, it can be interesting, but there is just too much out there, and i don't want or need to add onto their pile of ... data. on the other hand, i am curious to see what kind of personality may seep through the eyes of the camera and the editing i can do. it might be worth trying. hence, i am gathering and brainstorming ideas...