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Poetry Slam

I’ve never been to a poetry slam
I don’t use-odd-punc-tu-a-tion
or take weird breaaaths
If I did do a poetry slam it’d sound like this
POETRY SUCKS!
Pause for dramatic effect
I’ll slam my poems on the podium
the microphone, the floor, whatever
I’ll laugh as I say that was me doing a poetry slam

Maybe I’d try to freestyle for a while
Try to make you smile
which rhymes with aisle
Get all angry and blast the man
or shun the war in iran
Talk about how we’re too scared of the taliban

That ain’t legit

Perhaps a soft an airy voice that floats like aroma of fresh baked cookies
would quench the cinders of passionate creativity inside of me
To speak of times oft forgot, when I knew him, and knew him well
To pine for love, a dream deferred, or paradise lost

But alas, I know not this man that would then possess my body

If I were a poet I might show my darker side
images like me putting a cigarette out in your eye
serve to show my spite and bitter hatred
running over from my cup long filled by all the shit I’ve put up with

I’m not jaded

A poet tries to be noble and creative
tries to tell you that life is never what it seems on the surface
that you need to see the trees through the forest
and love is a lot like pineapples–juicy and painful when it hits you in the face

I’m not trying to make sense of love
I don’t need you to feel like the world is out to get you
I could care less if you feel sorry about the pain I feel
I’m not worried about you understanding anything I’ve said

Don’t read my poetry, don’t listen to my speeches, don’t watch me work
because I am not a poet, but I can slam poetry

Another Castle

Do you wonder what it’s like to go through hell?
Imagine the taste of acid sitting on your tongue
Before you lie pits and gunfire and everyone wants to kill you
Behind you your own wake of destruction
If you could go back there’d be nothing to go back to
You’re bitter inside that the irony of all this is that you did it for love
You had everything you could want, but it was stolen
Being bitten hasn’t deterred you
You never seem to die though you jump from higher and higher cliffs
Ruptured spleens and burst appendices spew bile into cavities where your limbs used to be
You spend all your days running on, there’s nothing to eat or drink so there’s no need to stop
Finally, you claw your way to the demon who so rudely asks you kill or die
It’s not so hard, once you get past the green shell hard as emeralds
Skin more like liquid stone than dragon scales or think leather hide
Magma intestines rank enough to make keeping your innards solid a job chemists refuse
There is nothing beyond that except demise
Finally you conquer this fortress dumping the last of it out, you are victorious
The end in sight, you meet a funny little man whom you believe to be your friend
Until he remarks that your princess is in another castle

Imagine the taste of acid sitting on your tongue
Before you lie craggy pits and gunfire and everyone wants to kill you
Behind you is a wall of all the dreams you crushed and the things you stole
If you could go back there’d be nothing to go back to

You’re bitter inside that the irony of all this is that you did it for love
You had everything you could want, but it was stolen
Being bitten hasn’t deterred you

You never seem to die though you jump from higher and higher cliffs
Ruptured spleens and burst appendices spew bile into cavities where your limbs used to be
You spend all your days running on, there’s nothing to eat or drink so there’s no need to stop
Finally, you claw your way to the demon who so rudely asks you kill or die
It’s not so hard, once you get past the green shell hard as emeralds
Skin more like liquid stone than dragon scales or think leather hide
Magma intestines rank enough to make keeping your innards solid a job chemists refuse
Through all that is the warm gooey center and you gladly savor the taste of demon’s death
you conquer this fortress dumping the last of it out, you are victorious
The end in sight, you meet a funny little man whom you believe to be your friend
Until he remarks that your princess is in another castle