Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
These silly games we play. We live as if we are still in middle-school. A kind of "tit-for-tat" with emotions that are not really there. A cat-and-mouse game of tag with out hearts.
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
Nothing produces more pain than witnessing the fall of your own sunrise. As the light concludes its final twirl through the horizon at dusk, the reincarnation of darkness begins.
By Shayan Abedi8 years ago in Poets
“Brotha you got a long, fat, chocolate sleek sweet tasting treat, my ear drums slurp down your release,” she said. “What?”
By I AM. Master of Arts8 years ago in Poets
When I was 9 years old I dreamt of New York City. of skyscrapers and the swings in Central Park and taking the subway everywhere.
By Sabeen Noorani8 years ago in Poets
I was two the first time you left me, with a promise that from here things could only get better. You visited often and sent me the occasional letter.
By Ber Allen8 years ago in Poets
Maybe Maybe Just maybe You have been asleep all these while Ignorant to admit, ignorant to accept Daily doses of the procrastinate juice
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
7 AM in the morning and every muscle in my body cringes Battled with my books till the midnight bell stopped ringing Lately my pen has been call but I rarely answer
Isn't it crazy how somewhere it's storming and the other side it's beautiful I wonder sometimes is the cup half empty or is it half full
By Rork Crusto8 years ago in Poets
Finally, freedom. Six years of scrubbing so hard in the shower that my skin hurts. Six years of screaming and crying and ripping my skin apart to try and drain you out of my veins.
By J L8 years ago in Poets
I know what you're trying to do, how you're trying to die Let's not try to lie to ourselves by pretending that we don't know why.
By Alex B8 years ago in Poets
There's a pain in my chest. Every time I inhale, it pierces into me. almost like a reminder. A reminder of how shitty things are.
By Brave Ave8 years ago in Poets
Don your finest suit and frilly peach dress that will drape over your cotton knickers and wife beaters Wax your teeth and rinse out the stench from your tobacco, whiskey stained orifice
By Asherah Way8 years ago in Poets
