Thank you Ty C. for your sharing your experiences through vivid poetry.
i was in a bad place this morning.
too receptive to others’ pain
without an emotional weather vane.
so… i helped a friend
to let her thesis find an end.
and all it made me want to do
was go to school.
into neatly tied knots.
i guess if i were blind i’d speak this out.
but i can’t imagine words without entering into a literary bout.
i guess i do choose them with lightning speed.
although, they still flow like a thoroughbred steed.
so i use my time to feed this need.
let it spread like weeds with unending seeds.
Christ, will it ever stop?
i know most writers would kill for this kind of crop.
so i feel like it’s my duty to write it down.
capture it like stolen crowns.
give it back to king tut’s tomb.
when really i’m just trying to remember the womb.
let’s be honest.
writers write to find their most transparently reflected sight.
it’s hidden by fear and blocked up ears.
it’s avoided like the plague and kept quietly vague.
it’s scary to venture into basements so dark.
self evaluation ain’t no walk in the park.
we can’t avoid potholes and worn down soles
but boy do we try to pretend we’re still happy and whole.
i’m about to let go entirely
in the interest of actually finding me.
My name is Ty C.
I was born in seoul.
I am “korean” but i don’t know my exact dna.
I was raised half italian, half scotch/irish.
I’m located in portland, oregon.
Here is a poem titled “She.”, by a trans-racial and trans-gender Asian adoptee.
she knows i’m a poet.
i sing in verse
speak in prose.
what it’s like to brew.
renew and let sinew
words inside my world.
they make me feel
like i’m going to explode
if i don’t let them erode.
what filters out
is not what begins
inside my heart.
a direct line
my body and brain.
used to be my inspiration.
let the sun shine in.
bathe me in light.
i want you
to show me the way.
i’ll follow you anywhere.
lay petals at your feet.
a heart so sweet
seems too good
for my own sometimes.
all the lines
that lead me back to rebirth.
that rarely satisfies.
makes me want to cry.
up to the heavens above.
just wanting to know that i came from love.