40.days.2.destiny: the poetic fast of eris.zion.venia

#25 Hi-Tank (5.7.5 + 5.7.5.7.7)

2009-04-14T10:47:00.000-07:00

the way i love him
is the way i used to love
you. see in to me.

parts of us linger
on your flesh... nestled in your
nape where you forget
to scrub. when walking alone
you feel remnants of us near

#26 ...one mo' 'gin TANKA!!

2009-04-13T19:40:00.001-07:00

braless and writing
head rag tied tight, night so near
up writing. Sleep draw
into my clinch. Slumber with
me until daybreak… cleave to

#27 ...another tanka

2009-04-13T16:44:00.001-07:00

wore makeup today:
no bronzer or blush. shiny.
bleach cream on right cheek.
only people who look like
me wear black face unnoticed.

#28 ...another tanka

2009-04-13T16:32:00.001-07:00

Even if these words
Rang true you do not know me
Or my ways, motives, hopes… so
Spare me the bullshit of you
My toilet paper is low.

#29 ... Tanka

2009-04-13T11:21:00.000-07:00

i have not a clue
as to how to write these things
just when i think i
comprehend... another thought
comes to steal my attention

#30 A Haiku.

2009-04-11T18:05:00.000-07:00

u make sunshine hide
agoraphobic. please peek
through ur clouds 4me

So I'm sure you're wondering where the other poems are right??? Well the thing is, some of them just aren't for the blog world!!! I didn't anticipate this happening! LOL... my apologies people! Please continue to stay tuned...

~eZv

#38:#37:#36

2009-04-06T07:03:00.000-07:00

38: 4.2.09

While you can consent to struggle
this is not an option for me.
Your "work"
is my life
Your "comfort"
my strife
I act "black"
while you don't see yourself
as "white"

37: 4.3.09

I saw a man
with your eyes today
set behind wired frames
...it made me want to love him
because you were too far away

36: 4.4.09

20minutes away from
forty-one years ago
your blood lay stained on concrete
garbage trucks sit still in memphis
while windows and doors refuse to open

I wear your words on my back
...as they seep into my pores
I live within the nighmare
the evening after your dream

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#39 (My America)

2009-04-02T12:34:00.000-07:00

my america is
as black as english tea
seeping;
draped in a pale filter.
the scald of water...
like faith
can only be felt
but not seen.

So... Thanks for reading! The posts might be a bit behind, I'm at a confrence where my computer access is limited. But know that I am writing! Peace & Poetry... ~eZv

#40

2009-03-31T11:24:00.000-07:00

i remember walking into the cloak room
and telling my 2nd grade girlfriend
that today…
i wore a bra
it was my cousin’s
taken from her panty drawer
flung over my shoulders
b cups barely pressed
across the base of my rib cage
with the clasp peeking
out of the back of my shirt
it was time
(...in 2nd grade)
to be a woman.
to gird and hoist
what had yet
to be actualized

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40 days to destiny

2009-03-29T15:18:00.000-07:00

Peace!

Starting Tuesday March 31st, I will begin writing a poem a day until my graduation on May 9th. This comes at a great time because April is National Poetry Month. This "fast" will be about sacrifice of self, and pure documentation as I transition out of one phase of life into another.

If you would like to join me on this journey feel free!

I will also be making physical sacrifices to sweeten the experience (I've recently stopped eating chicken, and I have been limiting myself to one dairy item a day). I'm ready to be the best Eris Zion Venia as I turn 25years young.

So I ask for prayers and energy as I enter into this high stress 40days. I am certain that my poetry will assist in helping me cope with the difficulties I will soon endure.

Your prayer can be poetry, and poetry can be your prayer. ~Noelani Day

Nameste!

~eris.zion.venia

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