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We can surprise ourselves.

halfway, wherever you are

April 21, 2021

(New!) Video:

half an hour, half a bite, half a life,
sometimes I feel half full of lies.

oh, i haven't told you about that before?

i guess there’s a lot of things i haven’t told you of the late.

secrets i haven’t breathed into your ever listening ears,
or exhaled into your coconut lotion hands
that always catch the words in my tears.

did you know that when I yawn I fall into the vacuum behind my ears
where magicians find their pennies, and on the good days,

the fan is silent tonight.
it is every night.

and yet as I thrum with exhaustion,
I anticipate a reaction.

Perhaps it's the way the dark stares at me,
the way you stare me until I drip into a purple crayon again--

The moon is framed by my window tonight,
in the summer lighted on by streetlights.

Harold draws a picnic of pies, and I draw your outline right next to mine.

Everything is happening right now, nothing is happening at this moment.
I shake, eyelashes flutter, until I am soothed by the sounds of Mom's late night snack.

the breeze blows through the holes in my sweater
and I wish you were here to fill them, 

scraping pots, you tell me I'd still be cold anyway.

let us live together, apart, for just a second longer
just a moment, I swear

rushing water, you drag me from my dramatic waterfalls and deposit me on the bed.

come back, stay back, stay here

clanking cupboards, you close the door and promise that I'll find you.
I cover my eyes and count to twenty, but you are still nowhere to be found.

Someday, you smile.

and then I remember you're supposed to be happier up there,
guzzling the expanse of sunlit tea that is the sky.

it must be nice wherever you are, for you to like it so much.
do you have a good book to read, while you wait for me?

I’d ask you to come out, come out,
wherever you are,

but you’d be a smart Alec and tell me you’re already here,
in some nook with a flashlight, living another life in a stack of pages.

anyway, I've got to go to bed now. I've collected far too many quarters.
I'll leave the half-eaten moon on my window for you,
and toss half a fountain of change,

light a poem on fire, let the incense rise.
and half asleep, sculpt you from the smoke,
while you, with a plastic butter knife,

split our pining 50/50.
FINAL PRODUCT... yayyyy. I decided to film in the dark because 1. I think it made me feel the poem a little more and 2. my bed's a mess and you can see it if the light's are on haha. I had so much fun trying spoken word out :D

Congrats to everyone who wrote entries to the competition, and regardless of the results, know that they were all phenomenal! 

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  • FantasyOtter12

    oh and random thing we have amaryllises in our backyard they're rly nice lol

    9 days ago
  • Yellow Sweater

    Re: thank you! And yes, isn't Ocean Voung amazing! I just read his fiction book On Earth We are Briefly Gorgeous, it's really more like long-form poetry tough. I decided to go to the University of Washington Honors College. It's not the liberal arts experience I always thought I would go for, but it's close by. And I really do love seattle.

    11 days ago
  • FantasyOtter12

    And the footnotes are so relatable lol especially the messy bed part.. gl in the comp!

    15 days ago
  • FantasyOtter12

    Random congrats on best peer review! I read your review and I think it helped me seeing how you pointed out compliments and criticism at the same time. And incredible poetry here as well! I found the lines "did you know that when I yawn I fall into the vacuum behind my ears
    where magicians find their pennies, and on the good days,
    quarters?" very thought provoking..

    17 days ago
  • ~wildflower~

    Re: haha, thank you! I was strangely self-conscious about my hand movements when I first recorded it, but I’m glad you liked them!

    17 days ago
  • wish upon a tree

    re: ah thank you so much!! and that's an amazing idea, i'll have to see if i can work that in somehow.

    18 days ago
  • Avril

    wow this is gorgeous. It creates such a vivid atmosphere, especially with the performance. The video in the dark with a single lamp felt perfect - it created a tangible feeling of loneliness and wistfulness. I especially love the last stanza. "light a poem on fire, let the incense rise" - I adore that!

    19 days ago
  • Yellow Sweater

    Re: Aw! Thank you so much! And oooh! please please do that.

    19 days ago
  • Just_A_Memory

    Woah... this is marvelously done! <3

    20 days ago
  • wish upon a tree

    hello wow this is amazing, all the subtle near-rhymes makes my heart go ahhhhh and the metaphors are just amazing?? "guzzling the expanse of sunlit tea that is the sky" is such an amazing line. and i love how it ends with the tie back into the beginning and the ending is just perfect. and your performance just fits the poem so well ahh i love this <3

    20 days ago
  • Ava Marie

    Re: Thank you so much!!! Yours is incredible, you're going to do so good!!!

    20 days ago
  • aalawrites

    wow what a beautiful piece!

    20 days ago
  • ~wildflower~

    OH MY GOSH THIS IS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!!!! AHHHH, there are soooo many breath-taking and beautifully specific descriptions here that I need a little more time to digest it. I don't have the words to give a compliment for this piece that would do it anywhere-near justice. And your performance was perfect! Your conversational tone, slow pace, occasional but casual movements were absolutely captivating and fit beautifully with your words. STUNNING!!! I really hope you're recognised for this piece - in my eyes, you wholly deserve it.

    20 days ago
  • Yellow Sweater

    It wasn't actually, but maybe it was a Freudian slip:)

    20 days ago