his body was made for the sun stone colored ashes surrounding the ground that drinks droplets of palm wine; sacrifices; ancestors spirits sip spirits through earth mounds and prayers slip out of paper cups his mouth forms animals, forearms created, bent back behind goatskin, horn wrapped around mirror, wrapped around his un-sun-bleached body - just as I, woman; cream-cloudy; his...
The Coin Toss
you wanna brag. i call it 6 months of jetlag. you wanna show off what i could write off. you think you’re the boss of what i would call a coin toss. neither not either so this is going by quick but for you, it’s too slow. your cologne makes me dizzy, hips swivel in oval movements to the steady deep drone of your accented words and i confess without hinderence that it was...
who you trying to fool?
my stomach lining keeps me on my feet. that aching patter of bubbling noises (and a headache to match) mirror my thoughts of how much coffee is too much to have consumed in the last 48 hours… it really was too much. its student warfare in here. this ‘resource center’ is overflowing with standing students scanning the area for a free computer. they even stalk and wait like a...
the interpretation of transition;
Makayla Armijo transpose - mark up the meaning to make a force worth feeling the bitterness of colors in your skin. forever decided to strike back in thoughts, words burrowed in the corner of lips, and the person entertaining all lightness will hide them self; burrowed, entwined in my skin. time teaches to shield from the gods with heavy arms, the dark ages and allude to illusions of an...
salaam alaikum, salahadeen.
Coolie High by Camp Lo on Grooveshark Generally, I’ve been a sad duck as of late. my mood has been thoroughly wrecked due to the overflow of bad ju ju. i’m terribly and uncontrollably frustrated by my current living situation and it is effecting every aspect of my life. i’ve only just started to shake myself from this super-funk - like 3 days and counting. i hate to promote (or...
Exercise: Life in two lines (style: ee cummings)
Myself, a child’s mind over the means of grown men make worries break hopes of great success Falling short in accomplished states of old age, and grown too young for my own good.
Still Talking to the soft static voice at the...
Masterpiece pumpkin, your shirt still smells like you In the corner of memories, those Hawaiian print patterns on your Little outfit set, purple and white and sticky Pale as the rice in your bowl As the chop sticks that leaned in pans As the acid erosion eating at my early teeth After leechee fruit cubes in tiny gelatin packages, handed to me I can touch your doll clothes in the lost and found of...
Forgive, A Forgetful Romantic
i imagined love as a childhood friend taking leaps forth from screen doors open leading bare-ankled patter into...
Makayla Armijo Featured In Inhabitants of Burque
I was lucky enough to have met some very beautiful and interesting folks in the past week who truly left a mark on me for the better. one of these instances guided me into the unexpected handshake of our local people-appreciator in the 505, thus granting me some lovely words and recognition via facebook. Thanks a million, here’s what was stated: “ Makayla was a bit vague about...
body language: decoded
the facial betrayal of fondness gets the best of an accidental feeling teaches taste and too many kisses on bare creases how cracking flesh, smooth makes skin be balmed by touching the tenderness of my little world-winder pretend to - either way - care and not for anyone at all and me so much for forgetfulness - at the end of this process minds molded together telling secrets...
Will you understand that I’m emotional and I cry, and will you promise me that...– February 14th - Jasmine Mans
exercise: breaking boundries. 3 taboo subjects, 3...
A man asked me what I was drinking to order a refill in hopes of sex and talked about the faliures of our president as if it would attract me, it didn’t. The same night I prayed the hail mary in the same bed we used to make love in, held the rosary in my palms naked in candle light alone After kissing saints the same way I’ve kissed strange men in your absence - and after fucking, which has become...
The Honest Woman's Dating Manifesto
It’s inevitable, perhaps, the wilting of relationships. seems like the corners of someone’s eyes grow heavier as hours pass, weeks, months, and it’s always easy to stare at sadness or hide from a lover when things become complex. It’s always ‘complicated’ as uttered by every person on this dying earth. and this home turns us and to us whispers. and we pray silent thoughts in response. the...
The beginning of being Lies within the inches allowed by feet to follow forward Into yourself and then backwards, falling into skin. Loathing. Like the way you felt in grade school growing up awkward and afraid. With the scars on your face to prove it – The base of your existence; your experience early on – a child left to figure things out alone Hushed into a corner, huddled into fabric – a...
Knowing that the same hands he will use to applaud her with, will be the same...– Jasmine Mans
its me and i’ve got a heavey head - he said - don’t spend your days as if you’re dead and don’t let the fears out of your head - be perfect. be perfect. i don’t want to smile i told him then - cause every day - now and again - i’ve got the truth tied down with lead and its heavy - its heavy. so i’ve … got time to breath a little rhyme: about the...
how women love to hate
i. never want to be pretty. never want to feel clean and nice, be praised and priced for what ruins me, what makes us all attached and detached and hating and hungry for eachothers flesh like, survival of the fittest… woman. sisters, we’ve fallen. out of love with ourselves and eachother. girls, breeding is not our power, love is not our killer and the only thing thats sets us apart is...
Love is an IPA from Santa Fe
Some nights, a man tries To give me Love He uses his mouth To order the special Thick and brown and reddish One dollar Wet and shiny In dim lighting And it tastes bad, So I swallow it fast In big gulps I consume Love Because it makes me feel Dizzy and warm And fills up my Empty stomach Enough to have Fun
exercise: Haiku - Self Portrait
A mirror brings us The essence of reflection And becomes broken
Love Makayla Armijo don’t you get that warmth in you? that smile on your mind and your own to agree with. makes me think a thought or two about you and you and probably you. to look in some eyes and think with deep rooted yet momentary...
exercise: Haiku - Arthritis
Cold hands grab my joints Lab coat checking for swelling Rheumatologist
Horrifying. The gentle cover Of covers exposing your shoulders I kiss them with honesty I place them in my bareness And fall short in my Heart-works. I work marches around your face My eyes run circles Brown piercing seriousness And causing you to blush But I don’t see any redness In your blackness Adorable. The tonality of your voice Voicing expressions exposing your shoulders And why you have...
what can i say? a gentle soul woos me. deal makers for me have always been the occasional rap-hands and/or telling me i’m funny and being sincere about the compliment. in the past, deal breakers have been sports-fans, poorly picked shoes and/or a coat of too much cologne or b.o. balance is key. spain has changed me and so has heartbreak. i find myself saddened less frequently but harshly...
A Dedication to Kerouac (Revised)
It was Half past 2 am. Literally stumbled home, keeping ourselves up by grasping on to one another, two female voices complaining all the while. A real shit-talk walk home with a boy in between; a friend who could only mutter between breaks “Ah, I’m Fucked Up.” “Ah, I’m Fucked Up.” With a real and rude strength to our loudness, confrontational and deep - bouncing between the stucco houses,...
Беда́ никогда́ не прихо́дит одна́. Trouble never comes alone.– Russian Proverb
exercise: word of the day "Provenience"
The criminal escapes Cunning, As the foal that tip-toes its fierce legs heatedly Cutting in half the frigid air of the season with hot-plate shoes And legs become tall weary canes to compose misty steps Striding into an unknown future From a frosty provenience of murder and greed
The comforting press of my mind at rest above polyester fluff; a marathon run by an under practiced athlete.
Porcelain papers, your skin touches them. The weight of forearms extend over mine, your branches shade my heavy heart – From a far– But I still see your ebony darkness, engaging hairs to rise bare, above my skin. There is such movement in your dancing limbs. Sway against me, playing with the sun in my eyes. Envy grows roots into the soil, tightly wringing passions out of ink. A line describing the...
exercise: 7 words, 7 lines
The significance of sounds in a limit Is limited within your mind, the tongue Only reaches for the easiest to digest When the grittier course allures fearful truth Honesty comes without desert, no wine To pair its lengthy taste in words Bitter and expensive, the cost of dinner
exercise: i am
I am, the overwhelming sensation of limbs, phantom and expressive long after gone, after the linger of an arm around you, the presence of pressure imprinting a thought. I am a visitor after the air that rains in through doors, windows inviting with their dancing drapes, inward, like the scarf that embraces your neck in the wind, I can envision. I am real and flesh, but a memory. A ghost figure...
Unfinished and Untitled
In essence, I will give you my message without pretense - no defense required - i’m just here to confront you with a beautiful opportunity - me - we’ve been half inside jumping this ring around the rosey - i’ve been waiting on that hand to play - a - round - with. hands too deep in pockets when i walk past - i pro - fess. i’m tired of this pedestrian crush, like walking...
A Dedication to Kerouac.
it was half past 2 am when i started writing. we literally stumbled home, keeping ourselves up by grasping on to one another, the two female voices complaining all the while. a real shit-talk walk home with a boy in between, a friend who could only mutter between breaks “ah i’m fucked up.” a real rude strength to our loudness, confrontational and deep but with every letter...
i laugh quietly to myself
excitement. so overly excited that you can’t enjoy the feeling. like bobbing your quick wit - eyes darting over and over in waves over a girl distant and blurred and you have to release the deep muscle pressure of an eyebrow furrowed without intention. and you feel the leer of an alluring dweeb nextdoor over-looking whats in front of you, curious and maybe attracted but either way your...
La Plaza Vieja
vividly - smells of aged breath, smooth as linen trousers rolled and tempered with the sweetest warmth of a sugary coffee-filled cup. A man built with the strength of burned bridges and a sacred heart. reminds me of him - a hail-made face bumped smooth by hail-mary’s and the lineage traceable with effortless historical mirrors from past years peacable pardons of a herritage burried...
I hope your exams don’t make you feel stressed. So you should have a...– sweet words from Sanitago de Compostela, Spain all the way to Albuquerque, USA.
Natural Green by Blazo on Grooveshark Colorful Storms by Damu The Fudgemunk on Grooveshark Wreckonize by Smith-N-Wessun on Grooveshark Shorty Just Tryin 2 Get By by Mistah F.A.B. on Grooveshark I hope to hear of you soon. Health and love. -the unexpected words of a past friend and familiar stranger. I’m having issues at the moment staying focused on any one thing at a time. my mind is...