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Naked Poetry
Adele Elysée
541 episodes
1 day ago
comments left when this podcast lived wayyy back on Anchor :') : "Raw. Her voice and themes are hypnotic good luck getting out! " "her words ripple like ink dropped in water--fluid, haunting, impossible to erase." "words woven like forgotten spells.""pulling poetry from the seams of the universe." "Every word is an offering." "Poems as prophecy. ASMR as alchemy." "Every word opens a door that wasn't there before."
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comments left when this podcast lived wayyy back on Anchor :') : "Raw. Her voice and themes are hypnotic good luck getting out! " "her words ripple like ink dropped in water--fluid, haunting, impossible to erase." "words woven like forgotten spells.""pulling poetry from the seams of the universe." "Every word is an offering." "Poems as prophecy. ASMR as alchemy." "Every word opens a door that wasn't there before."
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Naked Poetry
cross-examine [Written March 22, 2014 Aged 22]

What does this say of me:

That Death Requiems

are my favorite things to hear,

that the photographs I choose

to worship are those

with their eyes closed,

that when Andrew Warhola

printed suicide, l listened.

Prepared to respond-

and will spend my life

responding to beauty.

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2 months ago
44 seconds

Naked Poetry
You Are The Story [Written November 25, 2013 Aged: 21 Years Old]

I never knew if you wanted

to be the river, or just

be touched by one. You have

the eyes of a holder.

 Obsessing over pulse you turn

Over and kiss me and I think

together we rival reverse symmetry

and that we should write treaties

with lighter fluid and smash rubies

with passion, the reddest kind,

because we are far from any Place.


You Are The Story

That started in my ease—

Out towards the soul

That keeps me Open

I want to be the one to close you.

Union in Albuquerque, or Toledo,

Or dead winter walking

On snow we cried

I want to be the final stitch in your

cell division sunrise

It’s not my fault you have boundaries.


If only I could get you to sing

this curse out of me.

This chemical curse sparks

the tremble in me.

Whimpering

Whispering  

sounds are vowels, too Please, won’t you pardon my layers,

I just need the fall.

The ground grinds

me red and I hope from above

To finally be something that

Requires no love

  It’s not my fault you’re afraid of madness.

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2 months ago
2 minutes

Naked Poetry
Playing Dice With Diamonds

the tears fell in tandem

I watched after the mirror and decided to say something about them, here...

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2 months ago
34 seconds

Naked Poetry
Playing Patty Cake With the Truth

just me reporting to you alive with love, all love

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2 months ago
2 minutes 24 seconds

Naked Poetry
A Necessary Cupid

random musings / responding to beauty, clarity, and the love of Life.



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2 months ago
1 minute 36 seconds

Naked Poetry
College Skin

life is a handful

two, if you’re of luck

one hundred winters

give or take a tree.


i miss college skin

—

i miss my college skin

wrists and risks

nineteen years of

music

wrapped 'round the

lake

night runs in the rain

lime green beats

left, right

left, right

never felt pain

sealed my sorrow somehow


i miss my collagen.

all the

music unaccounted for

remembering all the ways

you used to

remember

dismembering the days


I miss my collagen.

I miss my college skin.

——————————

life is a handful

two, if you’re of luck

one hundred winters

give or take a tree.

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1 year ago
1 minute 27 seconds

Naked Poetry
And Proud of Joy

<3

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2 years ago
2 minutes 8 seconds

Naked Poetry
Gum Wrappers

and love

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2 years ago
10 minutes 14 seconds

Naked Poetry
Pattern-Fix - EP 574
I didn’t lose it until I left…
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2 years ago
1 minute 16 seconds

Naked Poetry
The First Draft - EP 573

Love or love?

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3 years ago
1 minute 40 seconds

Naked Poetry
Letter 14 - EP 572
Letter 14
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4 years ago
1 minute 8 seconds

Naked Poetry
Letter 13 - EP 571
Confessional from my upcoming book
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4 years ago
1 minute 11 seconds

Naked Poetry
Daughter of a Glitch - EP 569
Free-falling In the purity of sound
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5 years ago
1 minute 44 seconds

Naked Poetry
I’m in Love with Questions - EP 568
Reporting to you alive with love, all love.
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5 years ago
2 minutes 1 second

Naked Poetry
If All of us were Enthralled - EP 567

Courtesy of Danger Notes

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5 years ago
2 minutes 30 seconds

Naked Poetry
You’re An Epiphany Waiting To Happen - EP 566
You’re an epiphany waiting to happen.
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5 years ago
2 minutes 3 seconds

Naked Poetry
3 for 3 - EP 565
3 episodes on a gorgeous Saturday.
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5 years ago
3 minutes 56 seconds

Naked Poetry
Four Windows - EP 564
My Soul has Four Windows. I only know this because...
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5 years ago
2 minutes 9 seconds

Naked Poetry
Pray Vs. Prey - EP 563

Elegantly, I've prayed

Elegantly, I've p r e y e d...

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5 years ago
2 minutes 18 seconds

Naked Poetry
Daddy (Reprise) EP 562
One of my favorites, forever.
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5 years ago
3 minutes 16 seconds

Naked Poetry
comments left when this podcast lived wayyy back on Anchor :') : "Raw. Her voice and themes are hypnotic good luck getting out! " "her words ripple like ink dropped in water--fluid, haunting, impossible to erase." "words woven like forgotten spells.""pulling poetry from the seams of the universe." "Every word is an offering." "Poems as prophecy. ASMR as alchemy." "Every word opens a door that wasn't there before."