Wednesday, June 3, 2015
#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
#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
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
#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
Thursday, May 14, 2015
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
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
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
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