Naked Poetry

Naked Poetry

By Adele ElyséeArtsPerforming Arts
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Naked Poetry episodes

  • Emit

    What will upset me the most when I perish will not be the blinding white light.Or the horror filled awe-struck current that seals me.Or the heaviness of stone on top of me.Or the lack of breadth and breath in my bones.Or the amount of time it takes for my soul to circle allthe way back. Or the direction they send me. Or the momentsI will be forced to interact with again. Or thegoodbye sonnets I will have to emit.Or my last heart twitch. No. It will be the thought of losing your Touching.Not ever being able to see your Glow. It will be the mist in my eyes.Your mist. Your crying eyes trying to find me.Only I won’t even know where I went.It will be the glimpses of me you see in our angels - The reflection of us in our true-blue Christmas lights. The time you ran over to kiss me good-nighttime.All of the ink ribbons I left behind…My typewritten letter to you.The way you will want to depart. But do not do this to me, beauty, love of allmy lifetime. I implore you. I will meet you back where we began--No need to worry--I have your fingerprint memorized in case I’m ever askedto sketch it. Or if I should get so lonely here I can build a part of you to hold onto.


    3 min
  • Don't Close Your Eyes So Soon

    Ma’am, ma’am. I understand you’re having a bad day. Kicked full of scrabble she’d mount the wiser offer. O, buzz off. Ma’am--- ma’am, I just-- haven’t got the words today. Ma’am? Just take the daisies. I spent all afternoon dusting the petals. Ma’am? You see, I, I, I, accidentally sold my lunch money. As a matter of fact-- I spent all afternoon dusting these petals. Ma’am? You see, these flowers come from a long line of fury, ma’am. I sure hope we can come to an understanding. Ma’am, ma’am, please don’t cry, your day will come true, don’t close your eyes so soon. Ma’am? I picked these just for you. Don’t close your eyes too soon. Ma’am, my hands hurt. My skin dresses down like a sun-fueled moon, ma’am? I know what it feels like. I know what it feels like to watch a day break into pieces, and then have people stare at you like you broke it. But ma’am... you didn’t break it and you are not broken. Ma’am? Let’s gather the pieces together, alright? 1, 2, at the count of three. Fold into the pieces that you were. 1, 2, 3. Ma’am? Ma’am? Don’t close your eyes too soon. Don't close your eyes so soon.


    2 min

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Review when this podcast lived back on Anchor :') : "Raw. Her voice and themes are hypnotic good luck getting out! "