I’ve been writing poems for about a year now and this is my first attempt at writing a slam style piece. It’s a bit confusing when read on paper, but sounds pretty cool out loud.

 

Simple words spill silently overflowin violently,

Wrinkling time defiantly, cant stop for the life of me, pullin life in sight of me,

Livin life in spite of me, dreamin dreams that fight with me,

Pullin me towards the life that we, hoped that we could live for free,

Craining my neck to see the shame and pain that we,

Live life avoiding, the hope to cope with the void that we,

Are trapped in, encapsulated illustrated on the perforated walls,

Echoing calls, against the moaning squalls, zoning towards alcohol honing in on the glass ball that is our love,

Our glove against the fires of high above,

That seem to wanna burn the scene of this peace dove,

But love can conquer horror

My words just seem to bore her,

So ill Shut up and just let the world adore her,

No, don’t let this go

If the flow of words, nouns verbs can be observed then write till every last nerve puts up the fight or flight reflex,

Ignore the vocal defects

PROTECT the mental wreckage

PERFECT the central message,

Its her, always has been, always will be

The reason I am me and not some other guy,

Not Some dope smoking hoe roping animal,

Choking on false words hoping to be accepted by the herd

TELL ME I AM Different, that I don’t fit, that what they think is legit is a misfit for me.

Im not one of you, I am her and she is me and only in her can I be free.

The world is ours, but also theirs, their stares will never ever disappear.

I wish that you were here.

I wish that I had the courage to say what should’ve been said long ago

On and on we go,

Separated to the point where all I wanna know,

Is what should I do?

What should I say?

My words fail me now and its not okay.

Rhymes fail me now

Time trails off somehow

And its nothing

Its not me

It’s not her.

But ill snap back, like a fat cat in a rat trap wakin up from a nap to come back and rest a weary soul searing for a purpose, nervous that he wont get a firm fit, but a loose grip on reality, loosing footing in zero gravity, hopin to hold on, the old arms cant do harm in a world where theyre too weak to disarm the demons.

Did that make sense?

Nope probly not

But the only way to find out

Is to give it a shot

And I did and I wont stop

Till I pop out and stay out

Don’t wake me now, this dreams still going

And I hope It keeps flowing,

Cause I need to keep growing

And keep showing,

Why I can’t let love die

Don’t be surprised

if I keep tellin this story till I DIE