Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem6 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.
BURN THISdoesBURN THIS4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
does it make
a boy who
does it make you
a boy who needs
does it make you sad,
a boy who needs love
and denies needing anyone?
may you breathe
the ashes of
a no one
and sleep with
on your tongue
hold it to your skin
til the pain
hits your veins
Music Is...What is music?Music Is...6 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
how to be a writergrab a sharpie and paint your nose,how to be a writer5 months 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
.:: Late Night-Nightmare ::.Hush little baby..:: Late Night-Nightmare ::.6 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.3 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 you2 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.2 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.)
L o v e.I'm beautifulL o v e.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
you make me 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
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?
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 star2 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.)
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.
don't get tired of elephants yetI've had my crippling moments.don't get tired of elephants yet2 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.
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'.
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.Cutting6 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...
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.
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING10 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
HeartbreakWhen you walk awayHeartbreak7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I count how many steps you take
As you leave my life forever.
When you turn away from me
I lose sight of the face I
Once thought was in my life forever.
When you don't speak to me
My heart breaks since
I miss the way your voice sounded
When I assumed you were mine forever.
When you leave my heart
The pieces of my broken heart
Are missing you so.
When you're gone forever
You leave heartbreak in your wake.
I never thought it'd hurt that much
When you left.
Days seem likes years without you.
I need you when I cry
Even though I never though so before.
You're out of my life forever.
You've left me with severe heartbreak.
And the sore truth is.....
I still love you.
Dear Music.Dear Music,Dear Music.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You save this little lost girl everyday from falling.
You make me sing my heart out whenever I feel alone,
because singing is grand.
You're the reason why I'm breathing.
I wouldn't live.
I love you.
Churches Are For Raised Voices1.Churches Are For Raised Voices1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
she was white noise and an exit strategy
a cold stone hurtling towards Russia
she was everything he never wanted
and when she crashed into him,
there was nothing he could do to stop her
from turning all sorts of heads and heels
the wrong way around.
I was 8 when I learned
how a song could lift
boulders off of backs
effortlessly bear twenty three prayers
right through that solid white roof.
I was 9 when I put my esophagus to work
stringing notes into bridges
and it wasn't till 13
I learned to start pushing my own growing stones
up the bridges I built
let each carefully annunciated syllable
begin to straighten my spine and fill every empty space around my ear drum.
it was a planned relapse
a destined coming together of things that
or turned uninviting
as time etched away at flesh and her ability to sit still
his black slicked back hair
ebony hands stretched palms up
always open for her
and on the days when they weren’t
you could stand there and watch her re