Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
She was curious and shy. A not so good combination, asking “why” in your head so much but on the outside you’re quieter than a mouse running through a cat's domain. It’s wanting to be that social butterfly but having a million knives held to your back telling you to shut up because no one cares. That’s been my life for that past 19 years it seems and nothing’s changed.. perhaps has gotten worse. My fears and not so apparent self-worth have taken over my body, some days are better than others of course like I’m a finished butterfly about to blossom but only to be brought back in as a caterpillar not quite done yet. One day I hope to be a butterfly.
By Mallory8 years ago in Poets
My roast beef sandwich, Is very delectable. My roast beef sandwich. I’m writing haiku. Personal entertainment, To get past this day.
By Bradley Levi8 years ago in Poets
Things are fine at first, Then the aliens are cunning And take everything they want, Such as the TV. Among other things.
We are drifting through a thunderstorm... Rough but calm...We embrace the softness of clouds. The climate begins to change as our bodies collide... With a sudden snap freeze at first touch of skin that is then calmed by the rain. It begins too darken but the night is where we thrive for the most. A gentle rumble begins to linger as we feel it consume us both...An aggressive vibration or an earthquake felt from miles away.....Whatever it is the sound doesn’t distract you. Just a fainting vibration, But faint was not the intention of this nature..you feel a jolt start to build as the world begins to orbit around sound. It's chasing you from above as you regain control... so you swim deeper into the warmth below. The sound gets closer as your body becomes curious so naturally... your body swims slower. You can't quite see it over your shoulder but you can feel it radiating behind you. Your strokes through the shadows begin to fade slowly as a spark of lighting fills your body.. it reaches the peak as the burst of energy separates our bodies but fusing our souls...as we fall into the nothingness of white but that’s where we wanted to go.
By & Some8 years ago in Poets
Mary Jane... Mary Jane... Make me feel all better... Take away all of my terrible pain... Make me some delicious cannabutter...
By Sarah Worley8 years ago in Poets
You know when people describe someone as damaged goods? Well I got to thinking about that. About the wastefulness of our culture and how willing we are to throw something -especially someone- away for small imperfections.
By Kenz K.8 years ago in Poets
Shakespearean Sonnet #142: "The Death of Amethyst" Come and share with me the sorrows I’ve found For the once love of my previous life,
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
Have you ever wondered where the time went within a day? Most people say that time is what they wish they had more of in a lifetime
By Charlene Ellison8 years ago in Poets
Head. I can give you I can fuck with you Sometimes it’s better to think with you Inever want to be a crack you I can be a big you
By Caleb Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Anxiety and me, Anxiety and you? Anxiety and everyone, With no clue what to do.... Anxiety has its own voice, It’s whispers between you ears,
By Hannah 8 years ago in Poets
Cutting between your teeth, I am candy floss. My sugars soak, in the gaps of your gums. The bulb of a tulip hovers over the ground.
By Maisie Rapp8 years ago in Poets
WARNING: SOME EXPLICIT LANGUAGEReduced to a single instinct Fly high -- survive Gotta fight to stay alive Mein eyes will thrive
By E.J. Tangonan8 years ago in Poets
