performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Forget It...
From where did you enter this storyUnder who's authority did you enterCareful what you do say and all elseKindly leave unless you have a death wishOver time and time again you carelessly headlesslyForget to think glance wink or caress me with your eyes or handsFrom this day on it's me and my hands doing the eyeing
By Kristopher Daniel6 years ago in Poets
Too Much Drink
I woke up on the roof of my house in a women's blouse. Can't believe Jack and Jim kicked my ass again, but it was one hell of a night. I remember starting off going a few rounds with Jose till the jerk knocked me to the ground. That's when Jack helped me out talking about trusting him for a damn good time. It sounded just fine as I took a shot the bartender started looking hot. She was a little busy tying a cherry stem into a knot or so I thought. That's the moment my Jim walked in with a couple Russians and a Irish man, and that's when the party really began. We drink for hours on end till the ball dropped and my stomach became sour. The Russians didn't mix well with the Irish and their coffee but that couldn't stop me. A few minutes past midnight let me tell you I was feeling alright. Even got in stage with what I thought was singing turned into more of a fit of rage. From there we went home going wild as if it was the Thunderdome. So far that's all I recall as I gotten off the roof with a great fall. I'm never drinking again but I'll be damned if I let Jose ever win.
By ElRey Niffen6 years ago in Poets