slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Genuine Breakdown
ARE YOU NOT FUCKING SATISFIED, DON'T LIE TO ME. I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. I CAN'T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESIRE. DOES THAT ITCH THE LONELY IN YOU? DOES IT MAKE YOU CRY THAT YOU'VE SETTLED FOR SOMETHING LESS THAN WHAT YOU COULD HAVE HAD? YOU LIKED, TOUCHED, AND FUCKED HER AND STILL CLAIM TO LOVE ME.
By Namrata :)8 years ago in Poets
Depression
Depression, we have been friends for quite some time and I know your secret, You like to sneak into my room at night while everyone else is asleep. You creep into my dreams and try to make me scream. Oh depression, you are like a venomous snake, not only affecting me when I'm asleep, but also when I am awake. Now This this might sound insane, but I think you like to pump venom straight into my veins. Your weapon is lethal, but you would never use it to its full potential. You would never use enough venom to kill, you inject just enough to paralyze me for days. You like to watch me stumble in a haze. I understand you don't want to kill me because where oh where is the fun in that. You just want to sit back and watch me contemplate. You shadow me and make sure I don't ask for help. You like to see me suffering. Cut me open and watch me bleed. I won't beg for mercy. All I want is peace. So just for once please leave.
By Makayla Rose8 years ago in Poets
That's Deep
The Struggle, Deepness, Depression, and Kill life is taking over so grab a shield. You say you're from no set but they take you still. Red, Blue nation not about that life. Born in the ghetto with everyone I know. Before school and work mothers treated dirt. Kids on the floor niggas on the kitchen table. Guns pointed at babies at birth what you thinking. People getting shot on their front porch that's the life I live and it hurt. So if you don't know the struggle that's real don't say life is hard until you're living where they kill!
By Pooka Mitchell8 years ago in Poets
The Wake
For far too long I've been feeling lame with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Looking for the answer on another's paper without realizing we aren't taking the same test. My peers dropping A-bomb judgements where there is no True room to contest. Believing that choosing to not feed into this broken system is to fall short of individual best. How do you know what path I should lead better than the heart can see? Clouded expectations of where I'm supposed to be creates my valued reality. Not completely comprehending why I'm trying to fit in isn't Truly me since society's lies and secular pride have deceived my mind into this life I reap. Taught to hold on to pain and animosity against those who have betrayed this muscle that beats. Placing the blame on everyone except the mirror I meet due to this fear of trauma held subconsciously. Only through persistent introspection am I able to create a new perception aligned with a free flowing mentality on this actuality.
By Matthew Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
