performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Idol Hands
practice what you preach. your actions are the anchor tied to your ankle. there are no false idols in this old world. there are no empty promises in this old world. the gods have abandoned us and the planets are misaligned and the strings of fate are terribly tangled. this is what you think the end looks like. this is what you think the end feels like. we do not teach without first doing and we do not warn without first knowing. lord forgive me for i have sinned and sinned and am going to keep sinning. bring your blemished, broken, blackening, beautiful hands together in prayer and gold yarn will bind your destiny. wash your feet in holy water, try to soak the devil out of your blisters. call out to your gods, spill your blood in sacrifice, ask,
By Jasmine May8 years ago in Poets
NightLife
Like ice running down the back of my leg, dressed in fishnets and a leather skirt, rain pours down. All that time spent curling hair and beating faces on, wasted. We shiver together, clutching each other and bitching about the rain. We didn't pack jackets. It's two pounds to check your coat, and no one wants to stand in that line. Instead, the boys give us theirs, hoping to gain some favor for a chat. I don't have one, but they all did. I'm too old for this kind of thing: spinster, though that word is too outdated for this crowd. I'm just old.
By Yumi Yamamoto8 years ago in Poets
