Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
Music Is...What is music?Music Is...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he trusted me.
But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out
Some of those things that proper music make.
Music, I said, is the harmony in the world
Brought together to create a myriad of sensations.
Music is our footsteps on the ground
Music is my walking with you.
Music is that ancient couple over there
See how elderly they are, yet they see each
.:: Late Night-Nightmare ::.Hush little baby..:: Late Night-Nightmare ::.7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dont you cry.
Daddy's having fun.
Mommy's gonna die.
Daddy has a funny look.
He kisses mommy with one word.
It comes out slurred from the alcohol.
"Hush now, my baby doll.."
He whispers to mommy
And slits her throat so grottely
The wound is colourful, very strong to seem.
I wish I could awake from this horrible dream.
I whimper and start to cry.
Why, why, why did my mum just die?
Now Daddy looks at me
And I turn away
"Now my petal,
Let Daddy have his way."
I freeze at those words.
Those sick fuckin' words.
Blocking out the sun.
"Hush now my darling,
Its only a bit of fun..."
Lonely World.She's the type of girl who sings herself to sleep every nightLonely World.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to remind herself that she's not alone.
She's the type of girl who would listen to the same song for hours
as her heart skips a beat.
She's the type of girl who hides her smiles
as she doesn't believe they are beautiful.
She's the type of girl who hides her pill bottles
and drowns her pain
She's the type of girl
who believes in love,
but never gets loved in return.
THAT POEM (Writer's Block)I sat down at my computer last Thursday nightTHAT POEM (Writer's Block)3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with the full intention of writing THAT POEM. Oh, don't
play dumb. You know what THAT POEM is. We all know
what THAT POEM is. You with the cigarette train-tracks
charting your eternal drift to nowhere
on the insides of your arms, you
with the sludge of alcohol dripping thick & brown through
veins swollen & slow & pussy as zombies, you
with the eight children whose faces you can't remember
& the husband in the Hamptons whose name you sometimes forget
& the lover who never seems to come around as much as you pay him to you
all know what THAT POEM
is. It's the rhythm beating a dull staccato in your skull
when you've taken something to take the edge off, the weary shadows sinking senseless
into the black-slung cradles hiding underneath your
bloodshot eyes. It's the weight of the gun & the way its metal feels
when you push it against the squelching skin of your skull not to kill yourself, just to feel it,
to know you could. This wa
CrushI can only pray that he feels the same.Crush9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If not so, then I shall push away.
The only love I want is pure and true.
Not a love based on lust and lies.
When he speaks my name my heart does melt.
But I wonder why.
And when his name escapes my lips....
What is it that he's felt?
Call to me and say you want me too.
Right now all I can think about is you.
Fear embraces my hearts true feelings.
And for this I wish you away.
Frightened that you may not feel the same.
My heart still cries....
Won't you be mine?
My heart has bled in the past.
So many things left unsaid.
But with you it's all surpassed.
A crush so painful and blind.
When will he open his eyes?
You Don't Have to be Wonder Woman...I think these walls are collapsing around me because I'm not smart. I don't think with my head, I think with my hands in terms of what I can make, what I can break, and how to put back together what was previously given up on.You Don't Have to be Wonder Woman...1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No, I don't always have a steady grip on reality and sometimes my abstract sight, the only one I can really see with, wavers and I'm blind to everything around me. So I feel my way through the thorns and the storms and put my friends in poetry so that way, when they leave, I can still say we're gonna be best friends forever.
It won't really surprise any of you to know that I auditioned to be Wonder Woman. They told me I had great spirit but that cape was way too big and those boots were too tall and I just didn't have the look, you know, that superhero look. But I had great spirit! And if I just stuck around long enough, they were sure I could change the world.
But even if that doesn't quite work out, even if the world is exactly the same fifty year
PersonaWe all wear a maskPersona4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No matter how we shape or mold it
It stays the same way even with a slight change
For the mask is a part of us
Just as we are part of the mask
When we hide a hidden side
Deep within our hearts
It becomes a shadow
Something we try to deny
Something to forget
But it always comes back to haunt us
Trying to engulf us in its darkness
To show others what their really like
As they keep denying it gets stronger
Shifting and molding into something terrifying
The shadow becomes a beast
A monster of our dark side
Because we've denied it
For thinking it isn't a part of us
But it is a part of us
Like we are a part of it
The only way to combat it
Is to accept it as it is
For that shadow is you
You are the shadow
Your persona that is in your heart
Don't be afraid
Just face it
Show no fear
The shadow is you
You are the shadow
You wear the mask
Wearing the mark
On your heart
Once you accept it
It becomes a great ally
A powerful persona
Right by your side
Always there to hel
The nature of inspirationWhen was the last timeThe nature of inspiration3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You heard the word 'erection' in poetry?
I think it was a while back
Between the pages
I mean "humans" don't even play
Or just rise to the thirteen year old tree-house
Inside us all
Where politeness is a foul facade
And we aren't afraid of our fingers.
We prioritise the silhouettes
The way pressing pen into paper
Made us so
And out of
Inspiration isn't a pretty, pristine river...
And it's about time we became
It's about time
We let up
And let it
Burn us up
Turn us on
Turn us up
Our wobbly bits
Into an aphrodisiac
So if there's any P.S.
Poetry can teach you
the word 'erection'.
Carpe DiemI have set those free, who I do not need,Carpe Diem7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In order to get a tighter grasp on those I do.
I have gone down roads without destinations,
To accidentally stumble upon heaven, and bits of hell.
Miles of concrete gobbled up by underbellies of cold machines,
And at my lowest points, I have counted my blessings.
I am okay with loss now.
I am okay with picking up the pieces.
And I am definitely okay with trying.
Minutes and hours have passed where I have felt nothing but content inside this heart,
And in that,
I am okay with crossing out calendar days, which held moments of despair.
Because I have realized:
After the storms have passed, and the earth is busy dissolving the aftermath,
Darkness falls, and in the mean-time,
The sun will always peak over the horizon.
I will have a childs eyes, seeing everything for the first time,
And everything will be beautiful again.
Catch Me Before I FallCatch me before I fallCatch Me Before I Fall11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But it's too late
For I have already fallen
Hit so hard my body cracked
My heart shattered within
Shutting myself down
Closing up to others
My silence forever kept
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
My horrors now revealed
You're gone forever
And I'm standing here alone
Lost and foresaken
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
My visions now hazed
Coldness seeping in
Freezing my internal organs
Lost in time and space
Frozen expressions of sadness
No longer do I exist
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
For I have already fallen
Hit so hard I died in an instant
don't get tired of elephants yetI've had my crippling moments.don't get tired of elephants yet3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They'd either start in my stomach
with an ache like broken glass
or stab me right in the catharsis,
somewhere near my heart or breath
or maybe my left foot.
I wouldn't know how it feels
to hurt to walk, but I imagine
with a destination like farther,
it's no pilgrimage.
So take the burden off your back.
Life is not a sandstorm
and your lungs are only a mirage
if you expect to see your breath
every time you breathe.
So take a breath
back, just one step
and listen with your smoke signals.
Help is on the way.
I just can't promise
it knows much about this lifetime.
It's the same way I could never promise
elephants remember everything
or that every Elvis impersonator
means thank you very much outside
of his facade. Don't bother asking God either.
He wouldn't know and he wouldn't care.
He's still trying to number the hairs
on my head, hoping he won't lose count.
Our days are often double-digit jerseyed.
And go ahead and tell me now that this isn't a game.
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king
For A FriendYou wandered into my life,For A Friend9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And walked straight into my heart.
A single smile was all that was needed,
For our amazing friendship to start.
You gave me new hope,
When I though that all was lost.
You always held my hand,
During all the roads we've crossed.
You're my protector, my blood sister,
The one who reads my mind.
Who laughs at my lame jokes,
And helps me escape the daily grind.
So confident and loving,
A free spirit so pure.
Who shares my love of music,
Her one and only Cure.
I hope you'll always remember,
That you'll forever have a friend in me.
And I know if I asked the same of you,
You would always agree.
It's hard to imagine my life,
If it was without you,
We've always stuck together,
No matter what stupid shit we do.
I fear now that your leaving,
A fear I'm not willing to face.
Coz I know that if you left,
My world would be a duller place.
I know life can confuse you sometimes,
But I now you'll figure it all out in the end.
Because that's how ama
For GrandfatherHe Brought the Jar of Lightning BugsFor Grandfather8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I remember vividly
The first night that I saw them
The dancing of the fireflies
Or lightning bugs youd call em
Their colors shone, and bright they did
Floating smoothly, bright as day
But a pain set in my heart, as I
Didnt want them to go away
And then he came, with leathered hands,
His eye twinkled like a star
His pace was slow, but carefully,
He brought with him a jar
And in those jars, we stored the light
Not forever, but just awhile
And as we looked at his carefree face
We couldnt help but smile
The doctors said they werent sure yet,
But I sensed something was wrong
I only knew him for some years
And now, look, he is gone
Where I live there is no such thing
As those graceful bulbs of light
But like those bugs, hell forever shine
And his spirits taken flight
So now when I see a firefly
No matter how near or far,
My heart will always remember
That man who brought the jar
The Emo GirlLook at the little emo girlThe Emo Girl9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She crys all night
She hardley sleeps
She cuts herself
and sometimes wants to die
Does anyone ever notice her?
She hides behind her hair,
her dark eyeliner and tons of black clothes
She wears arm warmers and long sleeved shirts
and she has lots of piercings
She likes someone that barely even notices her
She chews on her lip ring everytime he walks by her
Alone she remembers her childhood
alone and beaten
living with abusive parents
She blocks part of her memories
not wanting to remember the word rape
She crys in her room and writes in her notebook
She's written so many suicide notes but has not bee able to follow through
Wanting death but afraid to die
She drowns herself in her music
and wonders if anyone would care if she was to die
She hides her scars from everyone around her
She lets her past be known to none
All the beatings, all the pain
the mental and physical scars
Alone she crys
with only her razor and awaiting her doom
Will anyone try to
scream your heart out.Scream the first word.scream your heart out.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I dare you.
(You have no idea how strong I really am,
I'm built like steel
because I've always never been afraid.)
You may own my emotions in a jar,
but I'll stand strong
to be the person that you'll fear in your dreams.
(I always raised my lungs at you
because you were a devil in training,
but you've never made death look so beautiful.)
Grammar PoemGrammar.Grammar Poem5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I fear for the world today.
A world in which, 'Where you at?'
Constitutes as a question.
'I did good.'
'None of them work.'
You have been fooled.
'Where are you?' will suffice.
'I did well.' Is nice.
'None of them works.' Is lovely.
So, my gentle snowflakes,
Perhaps I love grammar a little too much,
And perhaps I'm just exacerbating things,
But damn it,
A world without grammar,
L o v e.I'm beautifulL o v e.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you make me beautiful.
SuicidalSuicidal11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just let me die,
because it's easier than living,
just let me slip away,
because life is less forgiving.
Don't try to console me,
because I already left you,
don't try to change my mind,
because I warned you, you knew.
Stop the finger pointing,
because you're the reason I tried,
stop throwing around the blame,
because you encouraged my suicide.
Leave me alone,
because you only bring pain,
leave my life,
because it's for my gain.
I'm sick of you pretending,
because I know you coudln't care less,
I'm sick of you hating me,
because you created your own mess.
Forget the apologies,
because they weren't sincere,
forget the excuses,
because they aren't even near,
compensating for the pain you instigated,
compensating for the monster you've created,
compensating for all the lies that've faded,
into the backround, the tears that cascaded,
down my face as I realized,
that you weren't my friend,
you were just trying to use me again.
Beast And MachineBeast And Machine2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Man and machine,
Together as a team,
It's a necessary evil,
for the golden crown,
Beast and machine,
The undefeated sin,
It's gonna spread all over,
Heading to the throne!
listen to me scream.I promise you there was never anything wrong with you,listen to me scream.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it was always me.
I'm sorry for ruining our fairy tale dream,
I would give anything to have you back.
(And the truth is I've been broken since you've left.
I always was the type that wasn't committed into being in a relationship
because I was afraid that I would end up heartless.
But the truth is that I should have believed you
when you said that you were different.)
I used to love your soft kisses
because they always made my heart feel alive again.
You always whispered ''You're beautiful''
in my ear but I never believed you.
(All I would do was laugh to myself.)
I know it's hurting you,
but it's killing me.
adulthoodwhen you interact with other grown-ups,adulthood2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
there are things you need to remember.
i am learning the fine art of Adult Small Talk-
banter for banter's sake and smiles and short, impersonal anecdotes
because you can't risk letting anyone in,
god forbid someone actually gets close.
you keep your friends in your stomach and swallow them at night to keep them close
and put your cheery face on for medical professionals even when your throat is too swollen
to drink down those friends.
those friends, you know they'll never let you down.
you see your human companions on lunch breaks and weekend days.
at night, young adults have sex and fall asleep together;
at night, older adults complain of headaches and sleep on opposite sides of the bed.
your human friends don't make you feel as good
as your other friends make you feel.
they ask about your life and how you're doing,
ask if you're still in therapy and if you're eating,
and god forbid you let them in.
they're your human friends but they don't get