#boetry

[milo-uses-big-words]

I saw the future

It was bleak

It was dark

And it was full of pain

Years of blood soaked knees and tear stained cheeks

I saw the trials up ahead

The twists and turns

The fights and battles

I saw the way I hurt

The road ahead is long and winding

The fears come in plenty

And the days shed like sand

But I saw the future

And for the first time

I was alive

[beebo-biris]

Song- Touch Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon

This was my final project for school where I had to choreograph 2 minutes of modern dance to a song of my choice :). It was super fun, and though I want to redo it someday to fix up some bits, I’m really happy with how it turned out.

If u wanna know what the dance is about/ the poem it’s based on read below

Here is the poem if you are curious, and disclaimer: NONE of this is meant to be about self harm, just an exploration of themes usually found gross by most people, and a way for me to play with that because body horror usually really grosses me out hahah. And content warning, this poem is a little gross.

Modern Monster

Mirrors to windows, I look eye to eye

And I hold myself there, my head turns, I die.

I’ve watched a rose rise, and shed a part

Mangled flesh and blood fall as I cry

For finally, it’s me who rips out my heart

The disfiguring process can finally start

I can walk the street, eyes bleeding, unashamed

And with my organs paint a grotesque art

Corrupted by the joy of change

I take pride in the selves that I’ve maimed

From their Irises I drank an icy blue

Smiled for the joy and pain I’ve reclaimed

But it was always rebirth so I know it to be true

It no longer scares me the many times will I become anew

I’m glad I don’t know who I am anymore

In my pool of blood, I can sigh through and through

An unrelenting gale. An unruly storm.

I had the audacity to be reborn

And I don’t know who I am anymore

And I don’t know who I am anymore

Description:

This dance is modeled on a poem I wrote, also called "Modern Monster" (pun intended) where I sort through my complicated feelings about gender. I was making many discoveries while writing the poem and later while making this dance. It deals with the idea of body horror, and the realization often found in that genre that your body is not your own and is changing beyond a way that you can control. I made this dance to show an acceptance of this fact. It starts with the character deliberating over a graceful or contorted movement quality, and then finding that no matter what they do, they cannot stop the movement switching between regal or contorted of it's own accord. The middle of the dance expresses an apathy to this, letting it happen and letting themselves be taken over. Then, they express a horror of being seen by others before the transformation completes. To the character's shock, though, they find they have a new ability to take up space in movement in a way they never had before, and they relish in their newfound freedom. The dance ends with the character walking away, signaling this is a process that will never truly be over, but hopefully one they are more equipped to handle. It was very cathartic to make this dance, and I'm happy I had a way to express these feelings in a way really unique to me. Finding power in this process has made it enjoyable, something I thought wouldn't have been possible :).

[baldification]

hello baldblr, i would like to share a poem that i wrote

his head was like the moon—free of human hair

if you have any other boetry (bald poetry), please do share!

[milo-uses-big-words]

Does the burned child love the fire

Or is it the comfort in the pain of what they know

Is life worth living if the same green we love in tress will one day be mirrored in our rot

Is anything worth while is a while is all we’ve got

You will one day die

Your bones will return to dust in a box

Do we love the lives we live

Or do we love pretend like o be content as we die in our thoughts

[milo-uses-big-words]

I don’t believe that fait it a little red string

A set path that knows where you go

I think that’s fait is in every decision you make

Every step

Every turn

Right or Wrong

Fait is the space between your cells

The empty space in your stomach after your heart drops

It’s the fire under your step

There is no string guiding me nor you

But we ended up in the same place

In the same room

Under the same moon

So I don’t believe in the little red string

instead I believe in everything that has led me to you

[milo-uses-big-words]

They tell you that misery loves company

But mine doesn’t

I sit alone

I live in the dark

I keep everything at an arms length

I thrive in misery

My misery is lonely

It hurts

It’s cold

It’s a spine chilling ache

A pain that can’t be touched

Misery doesn’t love company

It eats away at you

And chips at the light in your brain

You reach out

You ask to help

You say you care

But never seem to see the truth

My misery doesn’t love company

You don’t get to hold it

You don’t get to lie

My misery doesn’t love company

My misery is alive because of you.

[milo-uses-big-words]

I feel like molding fruit

The spores infecting my skin

The rot seeping in

In a way it’s beautiful

The colors

The growth

But you know it’s death

And yet you watch