#reception
Blessed rice on rivers of love
confetti danced into the ocean
salt preserved the truth with consummate glory
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
I crossed another milestone,
I grossed 340k reads as a poet.
I was alone in the outside world,
I ain't alone in the poetry world.
I have no friends in reality,
I have several friends here.
I read & like lovely poems daily,
I write just for she-yes-her daily.
I had met her on Facebook,
I read in love on this nook.
I don't know the exact date but,
All the things will be fine and,
We will marry 6 years later.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
*I’m spending too much time on the phone
Thinking about what not to say
Rather than just saying that
I think there’s not enough time in the day
To tell you what you mean to me
So my plan is to turn this day into a life
Worth living a thousand times over
And under, in front, and behind,
360 degrees of you on my mind
I mean 160 characters is hardly enough
To describe your character and
The only emoji worth sending you
Cannot be found on a backlit screen
Or on an x-ray for that matter
It’s found in the palm of my hand
When it’s wrapped in yours
Or on the tip of my tongue
Dancing on your shore
And sure I don’t mind texting you constantly
But I’m more of a primal lover
I need to give you my entire soul
Not just a piece
While returning the peace you leave in me
So don’t worry about reception because
If you think hard enough about me
That just means I’m thinking just as hard about you
And you feel it too
So if this call ever drops
And you haven't had enough
You’ll always know how to find me*
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:20 AM UTC
Connection to my
Mind, my rationality:
Gone.
amigoingcrazyithinkiamscareddont
Touch me.
Help me, heal me.
Distractions are
Keys are jingling, ringing. What is that
Sound is nonexistent, just white noise.
The line was cut.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Come, voice, back from the original black
Ness, Foot, Yankee Jim
I need a sign from a quasi mind not my own
Fiefallu dendress mazaiyato
Call.
Answer.
All
my answers
lead to nothing
absolute.
Call. Answer me.
I'll
answer you.
Not a compulsion
Never intended, just
Fiefallu dendress true.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
My skin can hear your colors
From the other end
Of happiness
But the line is folding in a loop
Closing in a circle
And the end is the beginning
Time is tesselating
Unto itself
But we have not the senses
There is no loss
Just continuation
Into the unknown
Relativity delays
The arrival of awareness
Consciousness is slow to form
The cooling of the mold
Takes a great deal more
Hence, the procrastination
Inert and habitual;
Words taking root
In everything
My end and your beginning
Collided into a freshly manifesting
Iteration of existence
The bud becomes
The fruit
A new cycle
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Forever in trouble for arts sake
for people's duties and mistakes
but soft and pure the plan is drawn
with hands like feathers but mouths as claws.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
For a universe that owes me nothing - it certainly expects a lot.
I’m just a person with a pulse
and some borrowed confidence.
Does that surprise you?
I don’t like being the center of attention.
I think my Grandmère’s trying to grind that out of me
by putting me in klieg-lit situations.
Twice, in the last 6 months, she’s planned teeming receptions
only to show up late - leaving me to do the line. I’ve ‘discussed’ it with her,
“You’re not funny,” I dead-panned her, “STOP it - seriously.”
Both times it happened, Peter (my bf) pumped me up to get me started, “Humiliation’s temporary,” he pronounced,
and the next time, "You're tougher than I think.”
“You’re the BEST,” was all I could reply, before I stepped into each small disaster.
We’ve all been to parties, I assume.
My Grandmère’s tend to be formal - which means stuffy -
with important people who want to be with important people.
The host greets everyone and makes them feel welcome.
François, one of my Grandmère’s corporate minions had the task
of standing discreetly in back of me to feed me names and facts -
just like in a movie.
When mingling, I practice conversational Jujutsu - I deliberately
shift the conversational weight to the person opposite me.
I’ve come to see hosting as choreography.
I’m the Roomba of greeters.
If Med-school has taught me anything, it’s that:
People can sense panic the way dogs smell bacon.
The trick is to keep smiling - until it feels like personality.
.
.
A song for this:
Royals (feat. Puddles Pity Party) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Smile away by Paul McCartney
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
At the reception
I am bouncing everyone --
like silly putty.
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC