slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Of My Mem'ries
In reflection I trench with dirty and sodden boots through the jungles of my past. Some how I became lost in this place, in this maze of the destruction in my mem'ry. It sickens me what people are capable of; the sickening acts of the clinically fucked!
By Catherine MacKenzie5 years ago in Poets
Dear Time
Dear time You have the habit of remaining undefeated, walking ahead of everything and everyone. Neither waiting nor pausing for the near or dear ones. You continue galloping fast and making relationships feel cheated. Alluring the world with your tainted talks, telling truths that could be wiped out as if they were written with chalk. Hypnotizing them with your rosy tinted eyes, manufacturing humans with hearts replaced by a clock. Humans who have no time to rest, and no time to stop. Teaching and forcing us to sing the most monotonous hymn, making us fall in the dirt. Making us slip through the greedy slime of valuing time. A generation full of heartbroken muddled youth, you have produced. They who have no idea of how to go about living, clueless about the tense of their lives, brutalized in your hands, they lay somewhere seduced. I hereby declare in all my senses, that I refuse to obey any of your tenses. I will not let myself be dazzled by your glitz or your glam, not adding to the noise, not adding to the clamor. I will forever remain free, unbound by the tense of time, once and for all not doing anything, once and for all killing time.
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Poets
