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Tessa Zeng
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the uproar of downpouran eyelid flashing white  the city hangs upside down  
I fold the laundry as the world  melts and stops  holding it in   
sheer relief  these spaces between scorching  the air between walls   
my feet  feel damp  the ankle whines,  squeezing-  just thinking about the  sidewalks in the morning   
where carts of  food, quicker than pedestrians  will set up, as will  hundreds of suitcases  attached to bodies   
routine, unsurprising  even,  this upset of habitual motion  where the earth is pounded and cleaned  du the uproar of downpour
by ~mySeity
What we produceI am handed  tomatoes  astonishing in  
their  smooth red skins   
that slide off  with heat  to wrinkle like an  
old woman's  heartbeat   
without  remorse, I  
must hold them   
how could  
I explain  the weight suspended  here, inside  of me like  heavy groceries   
this big  
polluted world, beautiful  in its own withering  too much  I want  to  
 
say   
but those  two syllables would  fall, incomprehensible  like a mouth  
refusing to eat   
so I ca What we produce
by ~mySeity
Getting wastedI am eighteen  years old on a friday  
night  in new york city  reading bukowski. I cried  a little, earlier,  trying to jump on  the words who  wanted to be left  alone, like  
a girl  
on friday night.  
 
so I lay down  
on my bed  with the old  man's new  book  and now I'm all  weepy again  because he writes  about good people  with cat's souls.   
I know  
exactly what  
he's talking  about, and  my cat's all  the way back in  virginia. Getting wasted
by ~mySeity
existential bronchitisI wake up with  gauze in my mouth, wounded  
from the inside out. I am the  
kind of patient whom a doctor fears  and forgets his handshake for, in  
his haste to finish smiling.   
the days fly before me  like magpies, coughing more than  
me, thick and  
black. rebuking in its irritation,  rattling with longing.   
all around me they are falling to their  knees and still I wave  my dogged red flag. when I am  tired of living I will stop. this seems  
like a reasonable statement, but  when I spat blood in the  sink, they kept fixing the plumbing. existential bronchitis
by ~mySeity
Browse Gallery

Summer in the City, take two

Sun Jun 7, 2009, 8:27 PM
  • Mood: Hope
  • Listening to: Jem - They
  • Reading: Galapagos - Kurt Vonnegut
For the last month or so, I have been preoccupied with a large and slowly rotating mass of philosophy, bursting free under my skin and taking unprecedented, tangible shapes.

It's been both wonderful and terrible. I have felt both amazing triumph and tragedy, opened up to the sky and crumpled on the ground. I suppose it goes with being eighteen, the first year of art school, the seizures possible from words and people, and a dinosaur-sized belly of instinct.

What it's doing to my poetry, I am not sure, but am full of hope. Sorry I have not been writing for a while. It's been gathering speed. And changing. Like me.

And now I am in New York, living entirely on my own for the first time, working and interning and dreaming. The city is inspiring my metaphors right now and I think I'll let them take me as long as it lasts.

To whomever is reading this:
:heart:
be good to yourself; allow yourself to feel, to think, to be something wonderful.

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  • Current Residence: rhode island
  • Interests: writing, sketching, color guard, fashion, noveling, and other forms of art
  • Favourite movie: american beauty
  • Favourite band or musician: something corporate
  • Favourite genre of music: indie/alternative/piano rock
  • Favourite artist: leah tinari
  • Favourite poet or writer: guy gavriel kay, michael ondaatje
  • Personal Quote: "To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." --Oscar Wilde
  • Tools of the Trade: negative space, reality, and the stuff you never knew dreams were made of

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:iconmoondrunk:
~moondrunk Sep 11, 2009, 8:35:47 PM
and when i walk the grounds at dawn
i can hear the sound of far-off bells
i lay my feet out in the reeds
and i dream of bein' somewhere else

so girl, next time you are in town
just ring the bell, i'll come let you in
i don't think you gon' need directions
just ask for the house where we all live

--
"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
:iconb1gfan:
*b1gfan Aug 20, 2009, 9:57:26 PM
Yours is a delightful gallery Tessa, delightful is the word. :D
:iconmoondrunk:
~moondrunk Aug 10, 2009, 6:36:27 PM
i don't remember if i asked you this, but tell me if you like them
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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^SparrowSong Apr 5, 2009, 12:46:34 PM
You're welcome. I enjoyed the poem. :)
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~Broken-Poet Mar 31, 2009, 6:04:18 PM
Your delightfully serious (sometimes saucy) imagery deserves attention, and I hope mine is enough for now though.

--
You prettier than all and every together sunset I ever did see.
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~mySeity Apr 5, 2009, 5:50:34 PM
thank you! It's certainly enough for me :)

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To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. -Emily Dickinson
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~Broken-Poet Apr 5, 2009, 9:01:26 PM
How astute of you to respond personally. You are welcome.

--
You prettier than all and every together sunset I ever did see.
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~Kikimaymay Mar 31, 2009, 4:21:57 PM
From the couple of poems I've read I'm really enjoying your work. And where in RI do you live?? I grew up in Wakefield. I miss the east coast and RI especially horribly...I have dreams about going back there and I wake up crying. :(

--
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
--e.e. cummings
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