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