re-thinking out loud

“this piece is inspired by a conversation that I had with my dear friend Mordecai

I’m probably picking and choosing and paraphrasing for poetic purposes, but he said that I make more sense when I’m on stage than I do in my day to day life

in my defense, I was very tired, so most of my mind was on the nap I was gonna take the next day

but what he said got me thinking

and I already think a lot

I seem really calm and collected right now because I sat down at 1:54 am monday morning (which should count as sunday night, in my opinion), and dumped a bunch of my thoughts on paper where I could see them

me being on stage is just me re-thinking out loud, which is why it used to be so scary

around this time last year, I was up here for the first time, re-thinking my thoughts

one of the pieces I performed was about what I do when my thoughts get too loud, which is poet for “what I do when I have a panic attack”

and now I’m back, feeling calm and collected because I have my thoughts written out

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a letter to myself

you

are resilience

in the face of adversity, you reflect brilliance

it bounces off the facets of a diamond formed by pressure

yes you, are a treasure

you

are innovation

like a stream, you squeeze through cracks and soar over waterfalls, you find your way and you flow

you flourish

you

are music

written by the Master Composer, you are composed of odes written to the heavens, notes that line up perfectly with the next person’s melody

you

are harmony

you are exquisite

from the grooves etched into your fingertips to the divot right above your lips, even the birthmark hidden near your hip

every last bit of you is intentional

you are a spectacle

a sight to be seen

a being to take in and appreciate

an opportunity to demonstrate the wonders of who you are

who I AM says you are

you are creation

you defy expectation, existing purely in spite and wholly by might

you are the present

you are present, in this moment

take it all in

it is a gift

a gift I call, “a letter to myself”

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