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Abruvanamed Sly
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The creative adult is the child who survived ~ Ursula K. LeGuin
The creative adult is the child who survived ~ Ursula K. LeGuin

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Welp, I decided to take one of my older poems entitled Dear Poem and turn it into a Youtube video...#testingthewaters

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COLD

We are a brilliant blemish
on a blood soaked canvas;‎
deliberate sunlight corrupted
by centuries of envious shadows;

loved;

detested;

praised;

vilified;

imitated and rejected.

We have become unwanted
footprints in a land of snow;

humanity hibernates
during winter. ‎

© 2016 abruvanamedsly

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The prompt for day thirteen over at #NaPoWriMo was to write a poem inspired by fortune cookies; welp this post isn’t a poem but it was fun to create...

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The prompt for day twelve over at #NaPoWriMo was to write an index poem. You could start with found language from an actual index of a book, or you could invent an index. I chose a mix pulling most of these excepts from the book Modern Romance by #AzizAnsari.
  
Modern Romance (12/30)

smartphones, 31-32; phone calls, 7; text messages, 35; long-distance relationships, 229; sustained interactions, 146; putting time and effort into, 138; connectivity, 251; endless back-and-forth, 52-53; passion, 214-18; sexting, 178-84; Lust in Translation, 205; deep connection, 20-21; falling in love with, 21; silence, 66; Love in the Time of Algorithms, 96;



© 2016 abruvanamedsly

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The prompt for day eleven over at #NaPoWriMo was to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does...

SLIT (11/30)

The sharpness
of the blade glistens
like a chrome sun;
its edge dancing
on a tightrope of
sin and salvation.

It grazes my wrist
then I watch blood
pour from veins like
a sangria sunrise;

amazing how
brightly light
shines when things
come to an end. 



 © 2016 abruvanamedsly

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The prompt for day ten over at #NaPoWriMo was to write a “book spine” poem. This involves taking a look at your bookshelves, and writing down titles in order (or rearranging the titles) to create a poem. This is what I came up with…

PREY (10/30)

Our religions;

necessary illusions

manufacturing consent.


Cities of the world

behold a pale horse;

blackbird singing,

my lord, what a morning.




© 2016 abruvanamedsly

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The prompt for day nine over at #NaPoWriMo was to write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write.

GOING BACK (9/30)

bills and alarm clocks,
I hate being an adult;
childhood is calling.


© 2016 abruvanamedsly

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The prompt for day eight over at #NaPoWriMo was to write a poem about a flower; I chose the plural route...

ARRANGEMENT (9/30)

If petals
could speak
they would
probably whisper
your name like
an incantation;

their fragrance 
intoxicating as
your beauty.

I sit and stare
at this arrangement,
especially the tulips
dreaming of touching
your two lips;

I swear those
flowers moved
then blew me a kiss.


© 2016 abruvanamedsly

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PALPITATIONS

We touch each other with eager hands
skin tattooed with sighs and dreams,
sunrises birthing inside our chest.

Our memories locked inside a chest,
time moves like a clock with no hands;
days feeling like unspoken dreams.

The moon makes love to our dreams,
uncaging the beating inside our chest
sweat and stickiness drowns hands.

Hands live out dreams; chest learns a new rhythm.



© 2016 abruvanamedsly
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