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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Can I go away for a minute?

Maybe hide in a wrinkle of time.

Can I take a step back from the world?

Maybe take a look out the window.

Can I be reborn this morning?

Maybe live a new life regardless of the first.

Can I fly through the ceiling today?

Maybe reenact Peter Pan my way.

Can I dance as swiftly as a hummingbird?

Maybe glide through space like I'm on ice.

Can I be as confident as my friends?

Maybe pull my shoulders up.

Can I be anyone else but me?

Maybe staying as myself is all I need...




Inspiration: We all feel like this sometimes. As in, I wish I could step away from life and take a break. Or I wish I could be as cool as my friends all. It doesn't always happen though. And some people hide these questions away in the back of their minds. I choose to talk about it. Through this poem. 

Sunday, June 23, 2013

The road

The road

The road whinds down,
Further and further.
While I'm in the car,
My stomach tossing and turning.

The road is never ending,
While the music blasts in my head.
"Locked out of heaven".

The road whinds down,
Further and further.
While I try to fall asleep on the backseat of our car,
It's uncomfortable.

The road is never ending,
While I see the other cars whizzing by us,
Like we are in a NASCAR race.

The road whinds down,
Further and further.
While the rain drizzles on the windows,
Reminds me of the subtle tears forming in my eyes.

The road is never ending,
But now I'm here.


Inspiration: I'm on a road trip right now, and this poem describes exactly how I feel right now :)
-RAP

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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I would really appreciate it so I can improve and write about more topics.
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Killing us Softly


They say to look desirable but innocent.
Sexy but naïve.
My skin has to look flawless, 24/7.
No exceptions.

I want to be me, but that isn't who I am supposed to sell.
Who is the real me?
It is as if, after being in this imaginary bubble of perfection,
Artificial personalities
And plastered smiles,
You start to
Lose Yourself.

My body slips away.
Size zero and 100 pounds.
Isn't that enough?
What more do they want?
Size -1?

The Media.
Such a small word for such a big network.
They portray me and sell me.
An object, that is who I am to them.
I feel fake.
I shouldn't have to tolerate their manipulations of my body.

If I am at such a horrible place,
Imagine the future generations.
It is already starting.
Toddlers styling logos like “Pimp Squad”
And girls conveyed as sex objects.

The media defines who I am.
They are my boss.
I want to quit this job.
I want to walk out the door and slam it in their faces.
I wish they knew how they're killing me.
Killing me softly.

“I want to be like Cindy Crawford”.
Said Cindy Crawford.
A person shouldn't have to wish they are themselves.
It is utterly demoralizing.

1 photo shoot.
100 shots.
10 airbrushes.
20 polishes.
30 touch-ups.
Millions of magazines.
The damage it causes the viewers.
Countless. 


Inspiration: I wrote about the objectification of women in the media today, and how it affects our everyday lives. It was inspired by a video called, "Killing us Softly". -RAP

Bittersweet Legs


Bittersweet Legs

You are a part of me,
For eternity,
So hopeless I fear,
Is my future

I hate you,
It's nothing but the truth,
Because you've given me more pain,
Then anything

To have these crooked and bent forks,
As support for my body,
Makes me lucky,
But I wish they were reliant

Why couldn't you be like my eyes?
Movable, predictable, and full of color,
No. You had to be monochromatic,
Unfaithful, stationary, annoying

Life was going great,
Why did you have to ruin it?
Every doctor said something different,
So there goes my life, watch it break!

Do what you can, with what you have,
But I can't sense my own problem!
One day I was twirling,
The next, collapsing

They were tall, lean glasses of water,
Flowing smoothly against the tide,
Now they are rapids,
Picking up speed and crashing against the rocks,

Jelly, you are,
Motionless, and lactic,
Pain surging through like a lightning bolt,
I know I won't be walking for long,

So rugged, like a mountain stained,
With the history of a dreadful explosion,
The swelling, the redness,
I have my proof

My walk slowly churned
Into a limp, as I discerned,
Stairs and uphills, my greatest enemy,
Or walking around the corners, my death at every turn

It's bittersweet,
Because no matter how much I hate,
I can only love them more,
Fickle as they are, they are my fate and future



Inspiration: 
I really like writing about my favorite part of my body, my legs!

Saturday, May 11, 2013


A Raga in the Talam of Jazz
By
RAP
Measure vs. Cycle
Measures are infinite,
Everlasting bar lines that count time
Accommodating every note,
Six/eight or four/four, doesn't matter, measures count time.
Use measures to sight-read and find your place,
Rarely will you get lost, if you count the measures,
Everything will settle, and the music will flow.
Counting Carnatic style, is different,
You count depending on the talam,
Countless talas, you count with your hands,
Let every beat resonate with the beat of your heart,
Eight-beat Adi, or Seven-beat Misra, counting is a breeze, if you maintain talam
Raga vs. Keys
Revathi, Kalyani and Bilahari are all ragas,
Approximate numbers can't describe the infinity of ragas,
Given a raga, you are gifted with the tune of the song, and what notes are present,
Ambrosia to the ears, ragas are the tune of life.
Keys are the key to any western music,
E minor, or F major, keys are the melody,
You know the tune of the song, if you know the key,
Sweet-sounding euphoria, the keys are the melody of the lives we live

Inspiration:
I am a student learning Indian Carnatic music, and western jazz drumming. Although I have
been learning Indian Classical music for much longer, it is easy to notice some key differences between these two styles of music. They have different counting systems, and different pitches. Overall, they are two types of music that convey similar emotions, and make us feel a certain way. I decided to write a poem about their differences and similarities.


P.S. Arrange the first letter of each phrase in a line for a surprise :)