Yesterday’s Feelings: The Best of Nothing Gold Poetry, 2015

2015 was a great year for  Nothing Gold Poetry. I decided to share the love by collecting the poems that you, my beloved followers, liked the most into one volume. I titled it Yesterday’s Feelings, as an ode to the emotions that brought about the poems contained within and an acknowledgement that there is always room for change and evolution in the coming year. I thank you all for being a part of this journey with me.

Enough yapping. The book is here at Smashwords for FREE as my “happy 2016” gift to you. Please download a copy and enjoy the poems found within.

 

-Kelsey J.

Closure.

I keep checking my email
Even though I know that I didn’t get the job

Because I have trouble letting go of things.

 

I crave closure like a drug.

 

I keep waiting for you to text me

Even though I know that your life

Never had room for one more person.

I have trouble letting go of people

Even though I know that I should

Saw off the anchor

And finally watch them drift away.

 

I crave closure

like a drug addict craves the days

Where they didn’t need anything but the high they got from life to get by.

 

I crave closure

Like you crave alcohol.

I crave closure

Like you crave other things that I won’t say because

Fuck you

This isn’t about you.

 

I keep checking my mail

Even though I know that the poem is rejected

Because I have trouble with putting things out into the world

That I expect to get back.

Hymns for the Bastards: Nine

I have sung your song from the highest mountain tops.

I have sung your song from the lowest depths.

Where my feet have sunk into the earth I have been swallowed up by your songs.

Still, you do not hear me.

Still, you do not see me.

I have screamed your song from the top of my elation.

I have screamed your song from the depths of my despair.

Where my feet have sunk into the earth I have been swallowed up by your songs.

Still, you do not hear me.

Still, you do not see me.

I will climb down from the mountains

And up from the depths.

I will scream and scream

Until your ears fill with blood.

Then, you will hear me.

Then, you will see me.

 

 

Slam Sunday: “Rape Joke” by Brave New Voices

Consent is sexy? Lingerie is sexy, consent is a basic human right!

This poem is so honest and emotional. I related to it so much as a rape survivor. The poets manage to cover a lot of ground in 3 minutes and 52 seconds, and keep it cohesive while never losing passion. I love it.

 

The video didn’t give the names of the poets, which makes sense given that the poets are teens. I will share the information about the channel that gives these young people a chance to express themselves.

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/bravenewvoices

Website: http://www.bravenewvoices.org

YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/youthspeaks

Hymns for the Bastards: Eight.

I dream of you

The way children dream of monsters.

I imagine you as eyes that stare back at me through the darkness,

Even through I know it’s only streetlights

I feel the touch of your hands on me

Even though I know it’s only my sheets.

I feel your tongue on me

Even though I know it’s only the snow.

I dream of you

The way children dream of monsters,

But without the peace

of knowing that the monsters aren’t real.

Slam Sunday: “Pretty” by Katie Makkai

But, puberty left me this fun-house mirror dryad, teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey long and pockmarked where the hormones went finger painting. My poor mother.

This one is an oldie, but a goodie. It’s funny and heart wrenching. I think this poem has something for everyone–I’m pretty sure that anyone can relate to the above passage on puberty. I love that this poem, most of all, speaks to the unrealistic expectations of womanhood and deconstructs the very idea of “pretty”.

 

Poet’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/katemakkai

Poet’s Website: http://katemakkai.tumblr.com/

 

Poetry Editing.

I’d like to try something a little bit different.

I’d like to try, instead of just posting poem after poem every week, talking about the process behind poetry at least once a month.

Here we go.

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I have trouble editing my poetry.

When I was younger, I never edited my poetry. No one told me that I should, so my teenage ego assumed that I didn’t need to. It wasn’t until I grew older, and started taking university writing classes, that I realized that I wasn’t the special snowflake that I thought I was.

What an essential part of growing up.

This left me in a difficult position: I knew that I needed to edit my poetry, but I didn’t know how. I’ve been fumbling through the process ever since. Last year in April I did a video where I live edited my poetry by reading it out loud. I share it again here:

However, I’ve recently found this method alone to be insufficient for me. I was frustrated. What was I supposed to do?

I decided to edit my poetry like I edit my fiction. I put it aside and didn’t think about it for a few weeks, and then went back to it. I found that this worked splendidly. My edited version is far superior to my original, and it was all due to this process.

It may seem like a silly way to edit two wildly different forms of expression the same way, but that’s how I did it, and it worked.

 

I hope you enjoyed this little detour. I’ll be back to the regularly scheduled program of poetry next week with a new “Hymns for a Bastard”.

 

-Kelsey J.