writing out loud

I write.

I Broke Your Heart

So I had a recent assignment in class to mirror the style of a poet’s poem. I chose Sierra Demulder’s poem, “I Crashed Your Car.” (By the way, if you don’t know who she is, go do yourself a favor and go find her.) Hopefully, I didn’t screw this up too bad…

I Broke Your Heart

For Ryu

When I walked out the crowded restaurant,

(right after your proposal)

I broke your heart.

It sounded different than many would think, and

it was like it was tuned only for my ears.

It’s been ringing ever since.

I can only imagine how you feel.

Yeah, so I was gonna post dope lines from last night and believe me, every word last night deserved to be posted but that would’ve taken me out of the moment. So if you weren’t at DPL last night, you missed out. My- wait nah, that was your bad.

Art is easy, its the muses that are never heard.

—Simply Kat

Also, I never have “fan moments” when meeting/seeing celebrities, but I do when I meet poets. So, in advance, Sierra, I apologize for my stupidity.

DPL tonight. Time to dust off the Tumblr and blow this ish up with poetry.

Sierra DeMulder: Packing List - A Work In Progress

sierrademulder:

Shoes (boots, sneakers, leopard sandals)
Jeans (3 pair)
Dress (black one/red one)
Sweater (1-3)
Shirts (3-5)
Bras & Undies (none of your business)
Socks (lots)
Swimsuit
Scarf/Hat/Gloves

Contacts/Case/Solution
Toothbrush/Toothpaste
Makeup
Hair ties/Bobby Pins/Headbands
Comb
Deodorant/Perfume
…

How about the tiny pieces of my heart you keeping stealing whenever I hear/read one of your poems? I’d like those back…

Did I just make things awkward? Cause I’m really good at that, lol.

Side note, you coming to LA at all?

If the first step to getting there is to tell you I love you, I will carve it in braille on your pillow so it is the first thing you feel in the morning.

—Sierra Demulder

I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate & rain boats nearby because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix but that’s what the rain boots are for because rain will wash away everything if you let it.

—Sarah Kay

No matter how many poems I write, none of them will bring you back.

—Ashley Catharine

Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.

—Sarah Kay