Hearts on Fire…or How to Make Something Beautiful with Colored Markers

I decided to try an on-the-spot rewrite of an older poem. Point is: the longer amount of time you stay away from a written piece (and I guess this can apply to most forms of art), the more constructive editing you’ll be able to accomplish. And today, you not only have the opportunity to read my poetry, but in this particular post you’ve been honored with my lovely art skills as well (hold for applause/laughter).

by Alexa L., written May, 21, 2003*

Sometimes I hope
you know
that we could be together
or will you go out with me?
or can’t we just be friends?
That’s what you say to me.
But do you mean it?
Every word.
Every breath taken.
Do you mean any of it?
I listen.
I listen with my eyes,
taking in you.
Your face.
Your expression.
But does it mean anything?
Is it all a lie?

Sometimes I wish
you know
that you were closer to me
or will you kiss me?
or will you love me?
That’s what you say to me.
But do you want it?
Every touch.
Every heartbreak.
But do you want it?
I ask.
You say you want it all.
The love.
The moments.
But do you really want it?
Are you willing to give in?

Sometimes I hope
you know
that it was easier
or will you hurt me?
or will you always be there?
That’s what you say to me.
But do you want to risk it?
You made a promise.
You promised yourself.
You promised me.
You promised your heart.
But are you willing to risk it?
Are you willing to take that chance?
on me?

*I made minor capitalization and stylistic edits.

This is my on-the-spot, written-close-to-seven-years-later version of Sometimes:

by Alexa L., written today (July 21, 2010)

you know,
my heart catches fire,
glows with flames of blue,

Hey, hi, how are you?
as fire licks my tongue,
my mouth an ashtray,
my heart in ash.

you know,
my heart catches fire.
you know,
it burns. 

Note: I have included my lame attempt at drawing a heart on fire (a huge thanks to Colleen for helping me at least make it good enough for the computadora). Plus, I love coloring. 

A Poetic Love

I liked the idea of on-the-spot poems, since they moved me to write similarly to how I write my song lyrics. It starts with a line or an initial image (in this case the verb, then the heart, a fragile thing) and in the three poems below, I take that line or image and use it to feed the rest of it all. This is just a small window into how my mind works: with a hint of darker things, a dash of optimism, and a tendency to make things rhyme.  

Three brief, on-the-spot, sort-of-OK poems about love: 
He chewed her heart, a fragile thing,
and spit it on the floor
then ripped his own out of his chest
because he wanted more.
She bashed his heart, a fragile thing
and kicked it with her shoe
and said the words he couldn’t hear:
“My darling, we are through.”
and maybe
He cracked her heart, a fragile thing,
and fixed it up with glue
then added macaroni
and in glitter, “I love you.”

And on a completely unrelated note, I am thoroughly enjoying the following two CDs: Eminem’s Recovery and Scissor Sisters’ Night Work.

Snap, Crackle, Bang

In honor of the upcoming Fourth of July celebration, here is an on-the-spot, yes-it-was-just-written poem about fireworks:

I launched her love into the sky
and set it on fire
her little heart went bang.

Note: In case you are following the books I’m reading, I just started A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers.

Words of the Day (because a very nice IT guy brought this issue to my attention):

  • dissemble: to trick or deceive (let’s call people who do this Dissemblicons…maybe we can make a toy line out of this?)
  • disassemble: assemble’s disjointed counterpart