I am thinking of starting a new challenge this upcoming month. However, it won’t be a daily song challenge, but a POETRY challenge. I wanted to start this so I can practice writing every day. I technically write every day in my English classes, but I feel that it doesn’t fulfill my creative outlet. I saw this specific challenge on this blog. It wasn’t in a text form so I went through the days and wrote down the challenge and created this picture 🙂
I am not sure if I want to start it during the last week of October or in the beginning of November (probably November). But you’ll know once I start posting from the first day. I will try my best to keep consistency! My passion is to write which is one of the reasons why I started this blog to post about my life, my poetry, and about music. I feel this project will help maintain creative flow. We all feel tired and stressed and sometimes we forget to do something for ourselves.
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For you, you seem alone, and I’ve known many like you
I’ve lived with many like you.
And I feel like you
Till I am not like you
And asked a question of how to see you.
The woven lungs and snowflakes hide the strain
And as you drain
The stains of mental drain is a blood bath
It cleans and gleams on the reflection of my iris
The expectations of the tenderness of skin and meat are so unlikely
It doesn’t tear but rather
They can’t bite the fact that this is what I am
The inedible definitions does not nurture their minds
Its dry and sticky and far from replenish
Swallow my teeth to see if it grows in thier head
And seasons bring the ripest one of all
Till again I am covered in my own blood.
Naranja is one of my favorite words to say
Naranja is bright and can rhyme with
It is a sweet one and is perfectly popular
Usual lunches counterpart with paper bags.
City Citrus is a movie roll at home
Everyone burned and tanned by Naranja
And me brown as dried dirt
Too bad for me, I could converse nothing else
Naranja never was in a full sentence.
Like deep velvet and silk.
I came upon Charlotte Dos Santos while I was listening to the Winona Forever Station. The first song I heard from her was Clay, so I thought I should probability listen to other stuff from her. I checked her Spotify profile and discovered that she just released her stuff in 2017 int he album Cleo. She is a Norwegian Singer with a sound that takes you back to the past. It is almost a Nostalgic feel of the 70’s. She attending Burklee College of Music with a background of diverse music inspired from her home life.
Her album released in June 21, 2017 titled Cleo
These tracks have a slow vibes and deep bass lines. Her vocals are eclectic with relaxing smoothness. Her appearance and presentation of herself in her voice and visual approach gives off very feminine vibes. If I were to compare her to an artists, she has slight similarity to Minnie Riperton with a cross between Little Dragon and Amy Whinehouse.
Her music is so enticing that I can visualize what I am hearing. Her name should not go unnoticed, her take on the production and creation of music gives a whole new sound of modern music. Music in general in our time is starting to bring back the “oldie” sounds which I enjoy very much. If you want to listen to something new listen to Charlotte Dos Santos. Her style gives off such a refreshing motive of beauty. She is such a beautiful and empowering female artist.
Give it a listen, give music a chance.
But the next day comes
And I find it better with people
If me -myself- and I
were to keep holding the boulder
It doesn’t matter and distracts,
when a few words from you, him, and her
make me work harder
But the day passes by
and I find I am still tacked
rather than filled and webbed with the
I can’t remember once I talk about it twice
What it was that made me sigh
And I realized that my mind
I strive and strive
And after I fake my way
there is still a crack and shapes my mould.
I can only perceive the heat that burns
and ice never seems to clam me down
maybe lavender might do the trick.
And lather it over the bathe
but still the skin cracks
and fills in
Must be from the tears and continued
Special times are always
And too surreal that I want to bite my cheek off
or fall down the stairs
Just to wake myself from this dream.
And while we walk on the side walks
I can see you look at me
And the days are burning our skin.
The suns gets in my eyes
but I can still see yours brighter.
I have been circling a question through my head. It is the one question that we all face in our coming adult years. What do you want to do?
That question can apply to a lot of meanings. What do you want to do right now? What do you want to do in four years? What do you want to do with yourself?
What do you want to BE?
I do and do not have an answer to that question. All that I know is that I want to be doing something what is from my decision. I want to be able to give myself my own options and I am thinking through a college perspective. I want an apartment, I want to have money or some sort of income, I want an internship, and I want a career that I picked. And so far I am currently working on those things.
The reason why I am writing about this now is because today I got an email from professor I won’t no loner have since I changed my major. So I had to explain to them that I was not going to do their class again for this fall. I also had a talk to my boyfriend about what he wants to do after the four years. Whether or not to do another career choice added on to what he already wants to do.
And that made me think.
What do I want to do when I get to that point of my life?
Right now I changed to be only a English Major. I also added a teaching certificate for the future. But now that I think about it I don’t want to get that certificate and be done with my career. I want to WRITE. I love to write so much and I want to write books. I just don’t know what or where to start. I love poetry but I also want to practice my prose. Not only do I want to be a creative writer but I also want to be a versatile one, where I can write articles and express opinions and issues and reviews. I want to be the best I can be at writing. It is my own way of express and enjoyment of who I am as a person, what my voice is trying to say.
I do and I don’t know what is going to happen.
But I do know that what I’m doing now I want to work hard at it.
What do you think? Where do you think you are in your life? Do you know what you want to do?
Much Love and Support
I hate thinking because then you start to fucking hate everything
It sucks pushing away feelings your whole life
Feelings of anything because you had to grow up fast while others had a better time
I had to grow up fast
You don’t understand
whats in the foot
and suddenly stepped on the seed
the burr starts to grow and mold
Times in my mind
been thinking of weeds
You make me better, you make it easy
before the kisses
even the voice
or thought of you
is as juicy and sweet
i sing a song for you baby
It breaks me to hear how others call others
No one hardly ever asks
or even gives a second thought
i am happy when we can all be together
but the waves knock me over
till even the petty thought of acknowledgement
is past my time again