performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Journal Entry IIV
Journal Entry IIV -the Feed Every morning I'm in hiding, chillin'. Waiting for night time to start killin'. It's simple to a veteran villain, though the trick is to not get caught. Your forefathers in burn'd graves rot because, to the stakes, they could not have fought. The very thought of the thrills send down my spine cold chills. The hunted over the hills, my prey I must find. It is so divine to pursue that of which is mine for the taking. A show I am making. Let's go. Lose, no! Not ever! To clever. The nightfall extends. All insanity begins. The bloodshed will frenz's. Dusk hours will end, sunrise. Run—
By Robyn Welborne7 years ago in Poets
Gorgeous Soul
Take advantage you young gorgeous soul You're the perfect black life size ken doll that I've always wanted Your skin feels like fresh warm sand when glazing my fingers. Your body hypnotizes my mind, releasing that dopamine into my brain , producing chemicals that drive my testicular functions insane
By Javon Banks7 years ago in Poets