slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Pre-Face
I am... a complicated being; Perplexed, intricate, written in so many words... Insociable, social media graces... have raised eyebrows and grimaced faces...posts constantly blocked, censored, as if my mouth has been stabled shut and silenced by the necessity, to continue being nice to all the people who rule us, rat-race and control us, in an effort to assimilate us to a soulless populous ...that preach on the pulpit, Hansel, Grettle gingerbread crosses for pearly 🍕gates ... Selling people for labour, clothes sewn by kids... Vaccines endorsed by Bill Gates?
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Rose, Fool, or Thorn?
Some things will change, and some things can never, how the hell else can anything ever be held together? Rose with a thorn, the sentence of death when you're born, bask in the beauty or brood in the certain, these and in between encompass every type of person. The roses lack of practicality can lead to a delusional reality. The thorn's ever eye on certainty can lead to a barren life of but scrutiny. Alleviate the lessening trait of each and magnificence you have breached. Living two opposites simultaneously, perhaps this is why change can and can never be. Paradox is just the word created by the inventor who could go no further, were there no indications to him that utter opposites could be symbiotic and not chaotic? Perhaps he was a thorn, a solution to his confusion could never be born. The question I think next is what would be the effects of paradoxes touching? Is there such thing as middle to their riddle, can the middle not be a diluted version of both? Can they Voltron into a Metatron? Is the Merkaba such symbolism? Such mental-ism & mysticism is it utmost realism? If you can admire beauty while hating its delusional effect, can you be an observer who also can interject? Is the delusion a certainty? Or will it ever whiter your scrutiny? Is this the genius of the fool? I am a rebel, can I outwit this rule? Is that what I am here to do? I hope I am not the only one who can conceive such conception, I'd need at least another one to achieve such perfection. The other one I hope has a nice bum, voluptuous jiggling boobs and a filthy genius mind that can over-cum this old concept of time. This has been my longing long before my learning. My rose broke and the Thorne thwarted my mind into churning. Despair and evil in once I was burning, but now it's fire has put me onto something higher where I can spot and love a liar. Some liars too much, their petals I opt not to touch, though some roses so innocent my no longer to pierce them so imminent, and the thorn though its brilliance I cherish, I watch it sway so many souls to perish. I've navigated it's nastiness with a method I made to out last it's wits. I am on a frontier now perhaps in the middle of a paradox. The wall on the edge of thorn, knocked down and here I am reborn. The Fool a favorable for those who find rose blind & thorn mind unsavorable. However the Fool a tool I could not seem to fit, so on the other end of a newly broken wall I sit. Alone for now but not forever, the horizons whisper of a certain sister, clever and in climb on way to this new design.
By Mr. KUTZKY7 years ago in Poets
You Did This
"feeling alone again. So alone I'll be. That's cool cause I didn't really think any of y'all was fucking with me. People only hit you up when they need you and after that they leave you. They only want to have a person to turn to, one they can use. You go your way and I'll go mine. Cause that's not what I'm after. If you only message me when it's beneficial to you then fuck off. I don't need it. Fake friends aren't shit. I don't hold onto people rather the good that may be there inside of them. Guess that's why I get hurt when it feels like everyone's leaving. Better off alone so alone I'll be. Shit I gotta few that say they're with me. But only time will tell if they really mean it. Yeah all that I said, I meant that. So when I turn my back to you, like you did to me don't start getting jealous or turn cold hearted and mean. You caused this not me. Trust me I never let go unless I have a legit reason. I give way too many chances to some who didn't deserve them. So I'll just work hard and stay to myself and the ones who are supposed to be with me won't leave or they'll atleast come back, cause I'm saying right now I'm done with that (fake friends) I don't need it. You wanted me to be there for you and I was but where was you when I was down and needed help getting pulled out? No where to be found. Just know this, like I said, don't get mad when I ignore you like you have me. Don't get jealous or mean just leave me be and remember that you did this not me." SMW ©
By michelle w 7 years ago in Poets
