rudy francisco, art and expression

When i scrolled down the tumblr dashboard page coupled weeks ago, I saw this. Posted by miza; A poem by a man. I listened and I am attracted. He expressed the poem with his hard emotion. Mase tu tngah dengar medley poem die. That was my first time i've been listening to Rudy Francisco. Ok sangat suke.Then past few days, miza asked me to listened to If I were a love poet. Oh MY GOODNESS! serius sweet.tak tipu punye. korang dengar lah. 

I’m not much of a love poet. But if I woke up tomorrow morning and decided I really wanted to write about love, my first poem would be about you. About how I love you the same way i learned how to ride a bike. Scared… but breathless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.

I’m not much of a love poet. But if I was, I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window. You see I’ve written a million poems hoping that somehow you’d jump out of the pages and be closer to me because if you were here. Right now. I’d massage your back so your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name. And your smile, like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight from your skin.

If I was a love poet I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful even on days when everything around you is ugly. I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink. If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture every time I hear the vibration in your voice. So whenever I see your name on the caller ID, my heart plays hopscotch inside of my chest and it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.

I know this sounds strange, but every now and then, I pray to God that he turns you back into one of my ribs just so I never have to spend an entire day without you.

And I swear I’m not a love poet. But if I was, my first poem would be about you. And after all of that, she was like, “So how do you feel about me?” I said, “Let’s put it like this. I want to be your ex-boyfriend’s stunt man. I wanna do everything he never had the courage to do. Like.. trust you.”

kan da ckp sgt sweet kan. sape yang tengah bercinta sure berbunga2 dalam hati tow.mase dengar ni pun da mcm jumping to the sky kot. rase xtahu nk decribe the sweetness of the poem tu. Next, is satu poem ni. sedih amat. Kire kalo that time ngah heartbroken, sure lah nanges.let's me bring you to the phrases.

One.If I could, I would nail these hands to the edges of stars. I would sacrifice this body to the sky, hoping to resurrect that someone spiteful enough to not give a fuck about you.

Two.Staple me to a cross.Pierce my side with a broken promise and I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.

Three.Your bed smells like the last thing I was really good at.

Four.You want to know how I got these scars.I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.

Five.I whispered you stardust.

Six.I spoke you into sunflowers.

Seven.I dipped my hands in forever, touched you infinity,treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber.I was good to you. 

Eight.You want to know how I got these scars.I swallowed my pride and then it clawed its way out of my mouth.

Nine.I realized that I was never really your boyfriend.I was just your fucking hype man.

Ten.I hope your next boyfriend gets small pox.Ten.Yes, I said small pox.Ten.I hate you.ten. I miss you. ten I love you It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional..Ten.I heard the 90% of human interaction is non-verbal, so..Ten.If I could, I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories.

See, I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid. I put it on the backbone of a white flag so that before you read it, you already know that I’ve given up.

I’ll just keep you here, shackled to the most important chapter of my life story, pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation, so I remember you beautiful, with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile.You gorgeous earthquake.You cracked hour glass with sand spilling from behind your ribs.

You wasted my time. How dare you linger on my lips then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth.I still remember you like a dream, tattoed to the inner walls of a long-term memory but some days,

I wonder if you existed at all. And of course,You want to know how I got these scars.Fine.I’ll tell you.I got these scars the day that I fell in love with you. I landed face first.

seronok dengar all these poems.for this moment, he has produce two albums entitled Human and University Ave. i am currently love these poems. all of them indulging with the lyrics and understanding the phrase he tries to convey. kadang-kadang kene juga menghargai arts kan. and expression. kalo kite dengar lagu, ada muzik yang ubahkan perasaan tu. yang influence feeling kita. tapi kalo kite dengar poem. kite tahu expression die.kite dengar die merintih. sgt cantik.feels like the emotions rush through the nerve in the body, creeps to every single bit of the capillary and you fall into the poem. give this art a shot and you will be fascinated. its a lovely art.


kalo cari kat youtube banyak version yang x clear.ni link yang clear punya. Rudy Francisco.