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To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Stop it.
Don’t Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didn’t paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didn’t even turn this in on time.

And while I’m writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet I’m not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, I’m concerned with how much water is left in my water bottDestroy This Poem5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

BURN THISdoes
a

does it
a boy

does it make
a boy who

does it make you
a boy who needs

does it make you sad,
a boy who needs love
and denies needing anyone?

may you breathe
  the ashes of
     words by
     a no one

  and sleep with
     *stars*
  on your tongue

                    print this
                    burn this
  &#BURN THIS3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Music Is...‘What is music?’
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
‘Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?’
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
‘Because I want to make good music.’
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
‘Take my hand,’ I said, ‘and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.’
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didn’t know what to make of this, he tMusic Is...6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

.:: Late Night-Nightmare ::.Hush little baby.
Dont you cry.
Daddy's having fun.
Mommy's gonna die.

Daddy has a funny look.
He kisses mommy with one word.
"Fook.."
It comes out slurred from the alcohol.
"Hush now, my baby doll.."
He whispers to mommy
And slits her throat so grottely
The wound is colourful, very strong to seem.
I wish I could awake from this horrible dream.
I whimper and start to cry.
Why, why, why did my mum just die?

Now Daddy looks at me
And I turn away
"Now my petal,
Let Daddy have his way."
I freeze at those words.
Those sick fuckin' words.
Dark figures,
Surround him.
Blocking out the sun.
"Hush now my darling,
Its only a bi.:: Late Night-Nightmare ::.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Lonely World. She's the type of girl who sings herself to sleep every night
to remind herself that she's not alone.
She's the type of girl who would listen to the same song for hours
as her heart skips a beat.

She's the type of girl who hides her smiles
as she doesn't believe they are beautiful.
She's the type of girl who hides her pill bottles
and drowns her pain
through poetry.

She's the type of girl
who believes in love,
but never gets loved in return. Lonely World.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

i want to tell youimagine a world without gender
a world where we are not confined
to the arbitrary interpretations of
an inexact biology. imagine we could
rise above the places
below our waists, reside instead in
graceful hands, in angled cheekbones
in some deeper conception than this
skewed perception of you.

I strip myself bare of unforgiving flesh,
squinting behind dim caverns of girl parts--
what are girl parts? all we have are beating
hearts.

I sit inside this trembling body, shoulder
to hunched shoulder,
stacks of bones too unsure
to be brave enough to tell you that
my gender will never fit on the plastic sign
above a bathroom door.

ai want to tell you1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Lullaby"I've been waiting my entire life to tell you that I'm dying and I figured I'd finally get it over with.
So here I am, carving forgive me
into my teeth, so every time that I speak
I can still say that I'm sorry.
More years have passed in the last than I care to remember
but I could never forget:
In eighth grade my chorus teacher always told me,
'Michael, you'll never be good enough.'
and it always excited me. It reminded me of my mother.
On the last day of school she smiled,
her teeth jagged like a train wreck,
she didn't say a word,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
In high school I fell in love with a roadside bomb waiting to be detonLullaby2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

scream your heart out.Scream the first word.
Go on,
I dare you.

(You have no idea how strong I really am,
I'm built like steel
because I've always never been afraid.)

You may own my emotions in a jar,
but I'll stand strong
to be the person that you'll fear in your dreams.

(I always raised my lungs at you
because you were a devil in training,
but you've never made death look so beautiful.)scream your heart out.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

L o v e. I'm beautiful
Only because
you make me beautiful. L o v e.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Seventeen Candles

Seventeen candles mark the day
Nine months since you've gone away

Quickly you came and quickly you went
All your days have been spent

There are no more tears and sad goodbyes
Only truths and fading lies

One stands out among the rest
One that surely is the best

We will miss you, this is true
For you, are the sparrow, the one who flewSeventeen Candles1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

THAT POEM (Writer's Block)I sat down at my computer last Thursday night
with the full intention of writing THAT POEM. Oh, don't
play dumb. You know what THAT POEM is. We all know
what THAT POEM is. You with the cigarette train-tracks
charting your eternal drift to nowhere
on the insides of your arms, you
with the sludge of alcohol dripping thick & brown through
veins swollen & slow & pussy as zombies, you
with the eight children whose faces you can't remember
& the husband in the Hamptons whose name you sometimes forget
& the lover who never seems to come around as much as you pay him to – you
all know what THAT POEM

is. It's the rhythm beating a dullTHAT POEM (Writer's Block)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

CrushI can only pray that he feels the same.
If not so, then I shall push away.
The only love I want is pure and true.
Not a love based on lust and lies.

When he speaks my name my heart does melt.
But I wonder why.
And when his name escapes my lips....
What is it that he's felt?

Call to me and say you want me too.
Right now all I can think about is you.
Fear embraces my hearts true feelings.
And for this I wish you away.
Frightened that you may not feel the same.

My heart still cries....
Won't you be mine?
My heart has bled in the past.
So many things left unsaid.
But with you it's all surpassed.

A crush so painful and blind.
WhCrush7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

i'll have you know he's a starMy brother repeatedly would hide his scars on his arms
but he was convinced that his biggest scar was his heart
because he constantly felt broken.
(He always convinced himself that he was a monster,
but the secret is that he had a heart full of gold.)

I swore to myself
that I'd never cry around you
since you always made me feel like steel,
but the second I saw your limp body
I broke down until I could no longer breathe.
(I swear that my heart's been dead
ever since you've been gone.)

My father always said that when we are young
we aren't supposed to understand death
because we're all too addicted to drugs and alcohol, i'll have you know he's a star2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

don't get tired of elephants yetI've had my crippling moments.
They'd either start in my stomach
with an ache like broken glass
or stab me right in the catharsis,
somewhere near my heart or breath
or maybe my left foot.

I wouldn't know how it feels
to hurt to walk, but I imagine
with a destination like farther,
it's no pilgrimage.
So take the burden off your back.
Life is not a sandstorm
and your lungs are only a mirage
if you expect to see your breath
every time you breathe.
So take a breath

back, just one step

and listen with your smoke signals.
Help is on the way.
I just can't promise
it knows much about this lifetime.
It's the same way I could never promise
elephandon't get tired of elephants yet1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Carpe DiemI have set those free, who I do not need,

In order to get a tighter grasp on those I do.

I have gone down roads without destinations,

To accidentally stumble upon heaven, and bits of hell.

Miles of concrete gobbled up by underbellies of cold machines,

And at my lowest points, I have counted my blessings.

I am okay with loss now.

I am okay with picking up the pieces.

And I am definitely okay with trying.

Minutes and hours have passed where I have felt nothing but content inside this heart,

And in that,

I am okay with crossing out calendar days, which held moments of despair.

Because I have realized:

After the storms have passed, aCarpe Diem5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

The nature of inspirationWhen was the last time
You heard the word 'erection' in poetry?
I think it was a while back
Between the pages
Of reform
And Odyssey.

I mean "humans" don't even play
Bogies anymore,
Or just rise to the thirteen year old tree-house
Inside us all
Where politeness is a foul facade
And we aren't afraid of our fingers.

No...
Instead
We prioritise the silhouettes
And forget
The way pressing pen into paper
Made us so
Steamy
And out of
Breath.

Inspiration isn't a pretty, pristine river...
It's magma
Flowing
With taboo,
Glowing
Like irradiated
Lemonade
And it's about time we became
Mutants too.

It's about time
We lThe nature of inspiration10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

FMA: Homunculus Poem7 Persons without a name,
7 Sins of crying shame.
Tattoo of snake biting his tail,
Empty eyes of alchemy's slave.

Lust,
Black Widow,
Pretty in her body's web,
Piercing people's hearts,
Saying goodbye to temptations of living beings...

Gluttony,
Poor adult child,
With stomach without a bottom,
Swallowing flesh, liquids, bones...
Swallowing dreams of people living on their own...

Envy,
So many bodies in you,
Yet you're only one...
So many emotions in you,
Yet you're always sad.
Mother and father tried to help you,
They sent you to your grave...
Now only hatred,
Cold and warm too, fills your heart,
My child... Fills your FMA: Homunculus Poem5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Catch Me Before I FallCatch me before I fall
But it's too late
For I have already fallen
Hit so hard my body cracked
My heart shattered within
Shutting myself down
Closing up to others
My silence forever kept
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
My horrors now revealed
You're gone forever
And I'm standing here alone
Lost and foresaken
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
My visions now hazed
Coldness seeping in
Freezing my internal organs
Lost in time and space
Frozen expressions of sadness
No longer do I exist
Catch me before I fall
But it's too late
For I have already fallen
Hit so hard I died in an instantCatch Me Before I Fall9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

saving hope.I promise you, baby girl,
that I would easily give you the moon
so you could see how beautiful the world is
in a world full of broken hearts
and cold nights.
And I would easily sing you to sleep
but you would always run away at the stroke of midnight
so you could be alone.
And my secret is that I knew you never had a home,
but I would always bite my tongue
whenever I looked into your eyes.
Your baby blue eyes always gave away your story.

--

I would always walk away from you
whenever you said that you knew you were going to hell
because you were just another lost soul.

I was never as strong as you,
butsaving hope.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.

and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.

i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
preemptive breakup poem4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plots
on late night television
if the end is already in sight

am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?

no

keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations

hit me running.

let me go down swinging

make it a sport:

give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.

place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"

target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in HIT ME RUNNING9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Dear Music. Dear Music,
You save this little lost girl everyday from falling.

Dear Music,
You make me sing my heart out whenever I feel alone,
because singing is grand.

Dear Music,
You're the reason why I'm breathing.

Dear Music,
Without you,
I wouldn't live.

I love you.Dear Music.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

CuttingYou asked me to stop cutting.
Don’t you understand?
Talking doesn’t help.
Yeah, I show up to school with cuts and scars.
But you must, you have to, understand why,
I do what I do.

It’s not some fad.
I’m not looking for attention.
I’m not doing it because everyone else is.
Nor am I doing it because I think it’s cool.
I do it because I don’t know how.
How to stop the pain...Cutting5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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