Finally, Love Poem

Before I hit the sack, I want to share few things.

First, I was so on the flow to write this but my specs went missing. I went down the stairs twice and went up three times just to see it under my pillow. Anyway. I was watching the episode two of The L Word Generation Q earlier and the episode featured a poem. I was looking for it through typing the words in Google but I can't. Good thing, the poet was mentioned in the episode. Despite the lines, name of the poet, I found no matches.

Not until I went to Youtube and searched for the poet. With my gut feel, I clicked a certain video and to my surprise, that was indeed the poem I was looking for. 

I love poems. I used to write poems. But maybe, I only write them when I am sad. Once, someone told me that maybe the reason why we can't write happy poems because we would rather spend our energy being with the person who makes us happy (or doing the things that make us happy) rather than exerting our energy to write. That is why when we are sad, emotions and words just flow. It just happens.

Back in high school, our English teacher asked us to choose among four (I think) poems to recite in class the next day. The options were of course, Invictus by William Henley, two other poems which I can no longer remember, then the one I chose -- All Because You Kissed Me Goodnight by Sandy Roistan.

I love that poem. I love it too much that since then, it was my blog handle. It was my Tumblr until I bought my own domain -- kissmegoodnight. But I recently changed my domain, hence what you can see on this blog right now.

I love that poem for I was fascinated with the play on words of the poet. The words weren't that deep, the stanzas weren't that tricky, but it was simple to understand. And also, cute. For me, basically, it was all about how love makes us do weird things that we get to interchange one thing from another. Yes, high school, I was a sucker for cheesy lines. Guess until now. That poem used to be my favorite. Yes. Used to be for The L Word Generation Q made me discover a new one. The one I was looking for, which I mentioned at the beginning of this entry. It is called, Finally, Love Poem by Alix Olsen.

Luckily, I saw a script of the episode online but there was no title mentioned, and even on the episode credits or I probably missed it. But the transcript was not complete so I tried to find ways.

The poem made me feel like Jeanette Winterson's You Have to Be Brave. Well, let me call it that way. The one where she mentioned, You don't fall in love like you fall in a hole.

Just like we're exchanging emails, sharing with you the transcript of my new favorite poem and the link to where you can listen to it.

Finally, Love Poem

Alix Olsen

Living, we have learned, can be both sloppy and precise.

And so, you choose your careful witness to your silly little life.

You begin to trace each other's journeys, you begin to chart each other's pace.

You start to notice all the sweetness and the details of their ways.

Because loving, we are learning seeks a language of solace.

It speaks volumes about tomorrow when you are fluent in forgiveness.

And sometimes, only sometimes, they begin to wonder what their 10-year old selves might have said to one another.

Maybe something like, I’m sorry, I won't be with you through the sadness.

Like, if I could be your access, I would spin you past the madness.

Like, I wish I had the wings band just sore you to what's after.

Like, I wish I could just swoop you up and wrap you in my laughter.

Like, I wish I could return you to this Earth with just my palm.

Like, if my palm can be your satellite, your job to just hold on.

But your survival will be grace making.

Yes, your arrival will be breathtaking.

And I will be here when you beat fear, when you reach here, when you find me.

Because sometimes, there's a you on a skateboard. Sometimes there's a me on a sloped curb.

Sometimes familiar becomes magic.

Sometimes magic needs distance.

Sometimes space is what shapes it and the shape is not instant.

Sometimes the horizon is surprising and the view is worth risking,

and the risk is a long wait, but this girl is persistent.

Sometimes a future just means that each day is worth finding.

And this day is a presence, and this moment is shining.

Sometimes her prayers are just soothing.

Sometimes her face is just lovely.

Years — years spent searching.

Sometimes people get lucky.

This is just so beautiful. I think I can play it on repeat.

What I love about The L Word Generation Q is that, it is indeed nostalgic. Nostalgia sells.

Shane still gets the best entrance, Bette still gets the best lines, and Alice stays the funniest! Nostalgia definitely sells.

The new generation is no longer just about sex but women making their own identities, leaving patriarchy's clutches behind, and making and taking spaces. I hope it won't falter on the next episodes.

My Adsense is back and I won over drinking colored drink! I did not take not even a sip for a week!