Yve Alecia Smith
@YveAlecia
Slightly geriatric PhD student writing silly poems on the metro and asking ChatGPT to tell me they're good.
Io Turn my #tears to #violets— Call it love. Then have me swim Across the strait To earn your touch. You made me poor Cow-maiden With failed promise of Safe haven, But more cleansing than Salt water Is the sweet gaze of Our son. #vss365
RIP Ozzy Always figured the man was immortal 😔 I overcaffeinated myself today, so any Sabbath (or solo) song recommendations for my 2am tribute?
It is with more sadness than mere words can convey that we have to report that our beloved Ozzy Osbourne has passed away this morning. He was with his family and surrounded by love. We ask everyone to respect our family privacy at this time. Sharon, Jack, Kelly, Aimee and…
Is it okay if it's true That my #purpose is to love you? Or would you gaze at me with pity If you saw the heart within me Beats more strongly in your presence, So must, thus, admit dependence? I'd conceal it, but That's not really my style. #vss365
To say it's something #spiritual is to spit upon its splendour with a saccharine glaze. Our story is of the earth: Of your sweet #wisteria's artful tangle round the #onyx of my heart, until it cracked under the weight, and the heavy bloom uncased The #mellow glow Of something…
How do you prepare for something so annoying it will have you questioning your entire life? Asking for a friend. yvealeciasmith.com/annoyance/
Though you want me to be #taffeta, my silk is roughspun. I won't hold your shape for you, but I do drape beautifully over a natural form. #vss365
Interview with a #Rook Normally it was the gulls to say hello—it was the train station pub, end of the line before it hit the sea—but this time he got there first. He took a perch on the seat across from me. Asked me why I was alone, though he already knew. That’s why he was…
"We have art in order not to die of the truth" -Nietzsche Of late when I stop writing I feel the desperate tightening of the #cummerbund round my heart So I grasp at nascent art To go on breathing without you Then I dress it in a cheap suit And send it out To greet you #vss365
(#vss365 catch up: #masala) We’d been filming And I—as usual— Felt adrift and out of sync: Too much normality Mixed with lighting rigs And creatures In their natural habitat. But when we wrapped The café opened And, from across the room, The owner Gazed into my soul, And for a…
“Can devotion be #hamartia?” I ask as if a small child; Cheek pressed To imaginary chest. “Only when misplaced.” (#vss365 catch up)
It’s true that I’ve been likened To a collie dog: Destructive when left Alone and without purpose, Where the silence makes the noise worse, And to my own devices I succumb To childhood vices of Chewing on the furniture and Digging up old ghosts. And while I'd rather pace your…