THE AMLT PROJECT
September 23, 12:41 AM
it's strange to hear oneself's voice. i guess that's part of what makes us exactly who we are, unique in that same particular manner. all of us longing for something that got forgotten along the way.
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September 14, 11:28 PM
years later, in a city by the sea, we fell in love all over again. we remembered the games, laughter filled the hallways.
then things changed, there was hunger, so much hunger, and greed. couldn't see straight. i learned how to grow wings, how to breath under water. you didn't feel like coming, you like to think too much.
we grew apart.
the moon became our only resting place. we watched more stars burn and smiled.
when buildings crumbled, and people changed names, it was still there, waiting, dancing quietly. you could hear it if you whispered, looked deep within the crevices.
the lights became unbearable, we were forced to exile. water became scarce, power fashionable.
and animals made of metal joints, oil blood, so much copper. we were intrigued at first, you like it when things glitter. i get scared too easy.
then things changed, there was hunger, so much hunger, and greed. couldn't see straight. i learned how to grow wings, how to breath under water. you didn't feel like coming, you like to think too much.
we grew apart.
the moon became our only resting place. we watched more stars burn and smiled.
when buildings crumbled, and people changed names, it was still there, waiting, dancing quietly. you could hear it if you whispered, looked deep within the crevices.
the lights became unbearable, we were forced to exile. water became scarce, power fashionable.
and animals made of metal joints, oil blood, so much copper. we were intrigued at first, you like it when things glitter. i get scared too easy.
April 25, 11:50 PM
March 24, 10:03 PM
as the golden palm trees bend over to listen
to whisper something foreign
to grasp the empty space within coordinates
i wish you were closer
a warm scent strung from the ceiling
to envision that which escapes to that special somewhere
long enough to figure out where to place both feet
so as to say no, i don't want to
but yes, we have to
a long street in a big city, lined with tall brick buildings
and you're looking from above
he's walking away
she's just standing there, she never calls him
he never stops
they both try to understand
not make the same mistakes next time around
is that what this is all about?
years later, in rome, a 13 year old boy writes a song for a girl that smells like the sun
and it's there again
bold, outrageous, compassionate
and the world remembers
we try to understand
enjoy those last evenings after yoga trying not to talk about it, just knowing
how reckless to be human
to whisper something foreign
to grasp the empty space within coordinates
i wish you were closer
a warm scent strung from the ceiling
to envision that which escapes to that special somewhere
long enough to figure out where to place both feet
so as to say no, i don't want to
but yes, we have to
a long street in a big city, lined with tall brick buildings
and you're looking from above
he's walking away
she's just standing there, she never calls him
he never stops
they both try to understand
not make the same mistakes next time around
is that what this is all about?
years later, in rome, a 13 year old boy writes a song for a girl that smells like the sun
and it's there again
bold, outrageous, compassionate
and the world remembers
we try to understand
enjoy those last evenings after yoga trying not to talk about it, just knowing
how reckless to be human
March 09, 06:36 PM
March 09, 06:35 PM
April 09, 05:54 PM
I STARTED OFF WITH A POEM
i divided it into phrases.
each phrase became a sticker.
i made thousands of them.
i gave these stickers to different people around the world.
i ask these people to stick the stickers somewhere, take a picture, and then email it to me.
(i will not take a single picture myself). i make a selection and scan the images.
i will use one image from each sticker to reassemble the text back into book format.
this project represents the last section of my second book of poetry.
thank you for helping me finish my poem.
