#selfpublishpoem2015 social media advertising

Besides posting my poems in my neighbourhood I also decided to post my poem on my Instagram as well as my tumblr ( follow me on Instagram for @lifeaszayde & follow me on Tumblr @pastelcollisions 

Reactions and responses

Out of my 30-40 poems I had published I had only gotten one response on Instagram.  Although I had only gotten one response it still meant a lot to me. 

#selfpublishpoem2015 day 1

These picture were taken at a model un conference downtown.  There were approximately 600 student attending the conference.  I decided to publish my poem in the committee rooms as well as in some restaurants in the area such as cactus club cafe as well as the Starbucks located in our hotel

#selfpublishpoem2015 day 4

On the fifth day I decided to post all around UBC This time I posted near bus stops and residential maps 

#selfpublishpoem2015 day 3

I decided to publish my poem in more places around UBC I also decided to distribute my poem on 10 avenue and place it on the 99 B-Line.  Fortunately I did recieve one response 

#selfpublishpoem 2015 day 2

Day two of self publishing this day U published 10 poems.  I decided to publish them all around UBC from places like Wesbrook village to community centres all the way to student buildings and bookstores.  Unfortunatly no one responded to my poem 

Screaming

Her scream sounded like fingernails slowly dragging across a chalkboard

Like the sound of a water in a teapot boiling

Like two large metal poles clashing together

Like tires screeching upon the pavement

Like the siren of an ambulance approaching

Like a fork being scraped across an empty dinner plate

Like nails being dragged into flesh
An old rusty pot on the kitchen stove

Like two tall glass skyscrapers side by side

Like the scattered pieces of glass across the concrete floor

Like the loud crunch of a potato chips

Like lemon juice burning your throat  

A large dose of vinegar being consumed

A shot of alcohol dissolving down your throat

Like the sharp end of a dagger

Like picking up shattered pieces of glass upon the kitchen floor

Like smashing large metal objects into window pains

Like the fresh metallic stench of blood

Like the smell of rusting metal on a fall evening

Like the bitter smell of raw lemons
An open wound on a cold winters day
The stinging sensation of hand sanitizer on a cut

Like my roommate screaming over a spider our room

The Shapeshifter

Love is an adorable firefly watching over me

It gives me a warm feeling inside

Creating small butterflies inside of me

Washing away all my worries and fears

Reminding me to smile and feel important in life

A moment later, love is monster

The gruesome monster injects its sharp teeth into my skin

Leaving deep wounds

Later, I see my own blood trickling down my skin

The blood running out of my wounds stains the plants around me

I watch as I stain the plants

And I see their frustration as they suffer from my blood

However I do not seem to be concerned

My mind is focused on what the firefly used to be before it left wounds on my skin

I see vivid flashbacks of me smiling like a delicate flower

The memories deepen my scars, allowing more blood to spill out

I continue to watch more plants around me slowly suffer

The wounds will never close

And the blood will still trickle down my skin

I watch as I hurt everything around me

And the wounds grow deeper into my skin

Reminding me that I can’t wash the blood off or erase the wounds I have

So this poem is about love and I decided to take a different approach on this idea because poets describe love as soft and gentle.  However, not a lot of people attach the idea of love to a monster