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I amI amI am by kiki1690
The sad eyes behind every cold smile
All the wile dreaming of better days and better ways not to fade
The voice shaken by piecing thunder rolling over skies
That once held my dreams
The footsteps you see in a drizzle that cloud my vision
Unable to taste the bitter sweet symphony of a hand hard dealt
The striking blow of a knockout
Trying to knockout the pain
Upper-cutting the demons of my past
I am unapologetic
I am unafraid
I am a child or the night
Not broken down by my stolen daylight
MusicTogether we are a blank score, yet we are complete, treble and bass clefs transposed on top of one another; the lines within which we make our harmonies are our scars, the lines of our laughter, the scratches of heartache and love.Music by ImperfectMagnolia
You read my body without eyes, writing the slow and gentle beginnings of the song our forms can compose – almost rhythm-less, and formless, because it flows as we do, as the fear that clothes us falls away, giving way to a swaying lilt.
Your hips are our bass line, grinding, pulling, setting the pace and the way the rhythm falls, and my voice rises up to echo your breath. Soprano overtones mark each pounding beat of that bass drum - sometimes slurring, sometimes staccato as you claw at my waistline.
Our every move is a new measure, a new line, a new page – changes to the melody come as I do. The frames of our bodies are no longer distinguished as separate or other, no – we are tangled in a complicated aria that wraps each note around us.
Hi!! I live in Southern California. I write poetry & lyrics, also a stage play (fairytale). |
Audio poems will be on here or on SoundCloud ( soundcloud.com/alika-n ), and you can find some of my music on Jango ( www.jango.com/music/Alika+N?l=… )