performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
As I Drifted Away
As I fell asleep I drifted away so deep. I was in a different world unlike any others. It was the setting of Mortal Kombat. This place felt familiar. I was walking in the hallway then I heard something that made me feel uneasy and then I saw them….
By Corinne Del Cid3 years ago in Poets
Once Upon a Grown Up
I toss, I turn. It is unclear where the cemetery stops, and the real world begins. The one with grass and trees and birds that sing the songs to others of their kind that simply ring out the idea: I am alive. The world I used to belong to before I started, bleary-eyed, down this road with a single wooden post I barely stopped to read. “What,” I think it said, but I will not look back. My feet, once so quick to skirt the sand composed of crunched up bones now drag heavy in the dust made mud in this land far too familiar now. How long have I been walking? What I would give for a drink of water. Though, I suppose, there is now nothing left to give. A lock of hair that once knew sunlight, I would shave it all off for a splash of rainwater against my feet were I able to lap the liquid greedily from my own toes. The memory of every smile I ever made. I would allow each one to blossom over my lips only to stopper them in a bottle for the consumption of a voyeur of emotions, puzzling over the idea of joy with no appreciation, nor comprehension, for the crinkled skin around my eyes or the pinprick of a dimple that calls out with inimitable authenticity. I would hold them up to receive but a patch of moistened moss so as to squeeze out the last few drops of wetness and taste it upon my parched tongue in this foreign wasteland where I have fallen once again. But behind shuttered eyelids in this land of skeletons, I find only the plotted path before me and plod on to the promise of that ephemeral land of “Next.”
By Allison Baggott-Rowe3 years ago in Poets
