Talent for Living

a couple things

1. just watched Louder Than a Bomb with my mom because i wanted her to see it! I netflixed (thats a verb) it and she really enjoyed it. Everyone should see it! I highly recommend it for all poetry lovers! Or anyone that just likes well done documentaries involving high school seniors and heart felt moments lol
2. FINALLY GOT A UMASS BOSTON ACCEPTANCE. phew that was making me nervous but i think im gonna go there! It certainly was not my first, or even third choice, for almost this entire year, but i’ve come to realize i need to be realistic and ask myself this: How much fucking debt do I want to be in when I graduate with a bachelor’s degree which almost 1 in every 3 people have in Boston these days? My answer- FUCKING ZERO IF I CAN!! so yea, that is a huge relief! 

went on a field trip to MIT the other day for a poetry workshop/festival

it was really fun! great performances too

also made me wish i was a genius who could go to MIT because thats such a nice school

and GUYS

SALEM APRIL 20TH

there is a big poetry festival!! everyone should go!!!!

VAKASHUN

boston today (?)

boston wednesday, gonna meet my friend somewhere and then go to a poetry slam at the Cantab Lounge later that night

THURS-SUN NEW YORK CITAAY

yayayaaay mucho tiempo en la ciudad esta semana!

Pier

This pier is beautifully battered
by forceful waves
and gentle tides
I sit
and gaze towards the cove
At sailboats painted white
like the linen curtains in that cottage by the beach
Rowboats rock rhythmically
Motors leak fuel puddle rainbows
My hands caress
Splintering wood boards and rusty nails
Which in time may decay further
A layer of crystalized salt thickening
Storm by storm
At night I prefer the horizon’s view
Black glassy water
Lapping, splashing, knotted silence
I see the geometric skyline
And the glittery city lights
Miles in the distance
Behind the island’s silhouette
I wonder if I could swim there

uncertainty

in this world

of yes’s and no’s 

possibly’s

and maybe so’s

might’s and if’s

abundant too

should I?

could they?

can we?

would you?

uncertain we are,

that is for sure-

except for that,

and nothing more.

FUCK YEAH FIELD TRIP

field trip tomorrow to the MFA with my poetry class!

lol at this stage of the educational game, field trips are like heaven sent blessings

especially those to the city!

enviro field trip to waste water treatment plant, heeeeelll to da fuckin naw

lol and my group is wonderful because it basically consists of everyone who was going to take AP and decided not to so ms. p respects us

and we respect her

so like, reciprocating feelings is the key, now we can cooperate mutually

personal version of Shakespear’s Sonnet V

from freshmen year, we had to take it and make the lines our own without losing the original meaning

The long time that it took to create your beauty,

The lovely appearance that attracts the eyes of many,

Will taunt the tormentors equally

And this unfair beauty will continue to exceed:

For your energy shall lead your youthful years on

Into hideous years of old age and trap him there

Your hair checked with white and passionate nature quite gone

Your beauty becomes hidden and bare;

Your younger self is no longer present

Now a prisoner pent in memories and photos

Vanity and beauty did not coincide

And there is now no remembrance of what it used to be.

But flowers, refined, though they meet their age as well,

Lose only their beauty, while they remain just as sweet.

a writer’s bio i had to write for poetry class

As Lili grew, her love for literature did as well. In discovering the joys of reading, she decided to test the art of writing in the hope that, it too, would provide a therapeutic form of entertainment and a way to zone in on, or out of, her surrounding reality. Today she values all mediums of expression and believes that one should always have some means of manifesting the seemingly infinite collection of masterpieces that are their thoughts. Some of her favorite sources of inspiration are books, film, music, and people, so basically, life. She prefers an urban lifestyle and enjoys being in the company of close friends, dining on ethnic dishes, traveling, observing, and ultimately, learning from the world around her.

at the end i shoulda been like:

She uses all knowledge gained to solve the ninety-nine problems she has acquired, a bitch not being one.

Poem i wrote in 6th grade that i just found

it’s called Dragon (and reminder i was in 6th grade so it does suck a bit)

Dragon, with eyes of flame

There is much power you could claim

Resting in your eerie cave

Do you not dare to act?

Underneath those glittering scales

All muscle, skin, and bone,

Is there something you posses

Such as a heart of gold?

And yes you may heave swirls of fire

And combat braves knights and kings.

But inside, you cannot hide,

The gentleness of thee.

Can you soar through the sky

While looking so serene?

A sunbeam glistening of your wings

With a bright, radiant gleam.

Can you pace the forest through,

And still not cause a breath of smoke?

Your head trimming the canopy

Acting so tranquil, not one creature could provoke

You may seem a harrowing thing

Nothing that deserves to live.

But the children see, that, yes thee,

Does have a heart of gold.

Dragon, with eyes of charm

There is much power you could claim.

Now reveling with the children

Do you wish to play another game?

sharp inhalation

when you go to wipe your nose

and find it is bloody

you wake up in the morning and

everybody

is

gone.

you take another step

at the top of the stairs

your

foot falls.

something crunches

in your red jello.

you rest the curler

too close to your ear and

singe

the

tip.

you shut off the lights

because you are sure you can make it

the last three feet

to the door

but your hand that expects the knob

grabs

air

and you plunge forward

into an

uncomfortable

void.

another poem from poetry class

sleek and slender

with slick-backed locks

slivers of seeds

sliced in slants

sleet on stone

iced silver streets

slit slowly

and sorrowfully slain

sleigh bells sing

a stint of song

melted near hearth

in the frothy foam

*we had to write something with words we had a certain association with, for me the “sl” and other letters like c and t remind me of frost and chilling things while the last two lines are my contrast to all the “cold” stuff with “warmer” sounding words