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...7 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
Found God1. The first time I found GodFound God3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Was when I was 15.
I found God in a pen.
I scribbled down words
And he brought them to life.
2. They found God in their phone.
Instead of handling the awkwardness
Of the party,
They prayed to God to get them out.
3. He found God in his paycheck.
He locks himself in his office
As if it was a church,
Hoping to see God again.
I think I saw him praying
Last week when I visited.
4. She found God
In the mirror.
When she looked at God
In the eyes,
She freaked out
And punched the mirror until it shattered.
The devil put his hand over
Her fist and told her it’ll be alright.
5. They found God in each other.
I thought that would make them happy
But every time they’re together,
They throw the Devil at each other
In an odd game of Dodge ball.
6. He found God
At the bottom
Of a Bottle.
And every time he sees him,
God shows him a little piece
Then helps him vomit out the demons
Inside of him.
7. She found God in a needle.
Then she found God in hers
.:: 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..."
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(yes even under your eyes)
write about them.
adopt a dishonest love for
and showcase it with your speech;
fill it to the brim with references.
especially if you haven't read him
and don't know who he died
listen to music you will never like
to write verses everyone else
make them say yes
when you're writing about saying
glorify your sadness.
it can be innovated
and every chance you get
fall in love with people you
know your parents will hate.
love till you are out of space to
write about the sea
and how it's fucking
write about space and how
the universe is either against you
or with us all in equal
behind your words;
start writing the truth
with your lies.
engulf metaphors in the morning,
find depression a
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.
i want to tell youimagine a world without genderi want to tell you3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a world where we are not confined
to the arbitrary interpretations of
an inexact biology. imagine we could
rise above the places
below our waists, reside instead in
graceful hands, in angled cheekbones
in some deeper conception than this
skewed perception of you.
I strip myself bare of unforgiving flesh,
squinting behind dim caverns of girl parts--
what are girl parts? all we have are beating
I sit inside this trembling body, shoulder
to hunched shoulder,
stacks of bones too unsure
to be brave enough to tell you that
my gender will never fit on the plastic sign
above a bathroom door.
and I've never filled out a single
form where they didn't ask me for
me to choose one or the other,
sister or brother, father or
mother, i want to tell you but
I'm slipping between sidewalk cracks
walking down the street hearing wolf whistles and
I want to tell you please don't read between
the lines, erase the goddamn
lines, this has nothing to do with
and I w
Lullaby"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.Lullaby3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be detonated by a passing glance.
Every time she blew up,
she'd pick the pieces of herself off of bathroom floors
mixed with the medicine she never needed. She had
One day she caught me staring, smiled, walked over, and hugged me...
she smelled like a lonely night.
As she pulled away she looked me dead in the eyes and said,
'Don't worry abou
scream your heart out.Scream the first word.scream your heart out.3 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.)
THAT POEM (Writer's Block)I sat down at my computer last Thursday nightTHAT POEM (Writer's Block)2 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
L o v e.I'm beautifulL o v e.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you make me beautiful.
CrushI can only pray that he feels the same.Crush8 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?
Still Still (YouTube Link Included)See me perform this hereStill Still (YouTube Link Included)7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The boy I like
told me that everything in the universe
is made of stars.
He described them eating themselves,
the iron corrupting the heart,
the spat out destitution of a would-be sun;
I could relate.
I went home and wrote
‘You are the ephemeral glitter in the eye of a manic universe –
and I am the debris clogging the arteries of stars as they
That’s the difference between us.
In the world of evenings as poetry –
he is the star studded sky.
His heart is the rocking moon that generously shares its sun with us.
He is the moment when you realise that you live
in the space between brilliance and beauty,
and you still matter.
As for me,
in that same evening,
I am a lake.
I reflect a reflection.
I refract a resurrection of a sun
I can only see the sun through smoke
and my heart is so drowned in anxiety
that no warmth will ever go right through me.
So I look at the bo
i'll have you know he's a starMy brother repeatedly would hide his scars on his armsi'll have you know he's a star3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but he was convinced that his biggest scar was his heart
because he constantly felt broken.
(He always convinced himself that he was a monster,
but the secret is that he had a heart full of gold.)
I swore to myself
that I'd never cry around you
since you always made me feel like steel,
but the second I saw your limp body
I broke down until I could no longer breathe.
(I swear that my heart's been dead
ever since you've been gone.)
My father always said that when we are young
we aren't supposed to understand death
because we're all too addicted to drugs and alcohol,
but I knew that you were gone
the second that the sirens went off
and my heart went dead.
(We always used to get high on life together,
but now I'm so lost without you.)
(I never really was alive,
you took my heart with you.)
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...3 months 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
Carpe DiemI have set those free, who I do not need,Carpe Diem6 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.
The nature of inspirationWhen was the last timeThe nature of inspiration2 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'.
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.
Catch Me Before I FallCatch me before I fallCatch Me Before I Fall10 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
CuttingYou asked me to stop cutting.Cutting7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dont you understand?
Talking doesnt help.
Yeah, I show up to school with cuts and scars.
But you must, you have to, understand why,
I do what I do.
Its not some fad.
Im not looking for attention.
Im not doing it because everyone else is.
Nor am I doing it because I think its cool.
I do it because I dont know how.
How to stop the pain...
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
saving hope.I promise you, baby girl,saving hope.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that I would easily give you the moon
so you could see how beautiful the world is
in a world full of broken hearts
and cold nights.
And I would easily sing you to sleep
but you would always run away at the stroke of midnight
so you could be alone.
And my secret is that I knew you never had a home,
but I would always bite my tongue
whenever I looked into your eyes.
Your baby blue eyes always gave away your story.
I would always walk away from you
whenever you said that you knew you were going to hell
because you were just another lost soul.
I was never as strong as you,
but I always loved to pretend that I was stronger than you
because it would always make you smile.
(and you always had a smile that would kill hearts.)
I promise that I would go back to the start
just to see you again.