Hey, everyone. Allēna I have another set of random things I made for y’all today.

First up, here are two covers I cut in the spare room at the Zelda System’s place today. I’ve been experimenting more with ambient noise and attempting to free myself from having to do things perfectly, so I have been going into the spare room in the midafternoons and putting SOMETHING down, even if it’s random improvisations, as close to daily as possible. I did these with the window open in there but the mic pointed away from the window, huddled in close. You can hear cicadas singing and cars and planes passing by, and honestly I love it. Enjoy, y’all:

Next, here are a couple poems I’ve written in the past couple of days:

The first poem..

I disappeared along with my dislike into the gray 
This city is loud but for now it sleeps 
Everywhere but here 
My world is in this room tonight, and I shall conquer him 
Let him swallow me whole…
This is a radiant world, sweet, golden, satin-soft, delicious 
I have to remind myself this is real every time
You feel so damn good I could cry 

I thought loving you would take more convincing 
Yet here I lay, heart open wide, easily as breathing 
Awash in longing and sleepy lamplight
And I think right now I would let you take me far away from this place if you wanted to 
Anywhere you wanted 

I love the way you lose all restraint the moment you look at me 
I want to know your touch in every lifetime 
Your eyes are golden like afternoon light in Maryland in October 
Or perhaps Anchorage in June, ten PM 
You make me realize why people in love build monuments to their lovers 
Because I want to build a house, a hall, a castle… anything to honor how beautiful you look in this moment - and I have moments like that at least a hundred times a day

And the second…

I made it back to the coast in about half a decade, they’ll say 
There’s a house with my name on it built in 1734
Two rambling men took a chance on a woman that burned like hellfire and we made it out alive 

You can’t have it all, they tried telling me when I was younger 
But that’s because they never gave themselves permission to get what it was they wanted 
They never knew what to do with their child with ghosts in her bones 
Haunted by the living before they ever spoke to her
So naturally they would never understand what it is I have or what I see 

The course of the future is changing with the leaves 
The world will be different come next spring 
And yes, I will die in these woods 
But not in the way I thought I would 
I will die old, happy and free 

Neither of them have titles yet, and I don’t know if they ever will. I’m enjoying playing around creatively with very little pressure to produce anything in particular and posting what I make here as it comes out. It’s very freeing, honestly.

I hope you liked today’s offerings, and as always, stay tuned for more magic!

-Allēna