Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Introduction I'm in another of those periods where I am unable to write. It is slightly weird because there are lots of things going through my head but I just don't know how to put the things together. I was thinking of maybe doing a piece on words, or a story with the theme of being becalmed, and the Brian Eno piece came on the player so that may have influenced me, then there are the two current Vocal challenges "Smooth" and "Identity".
Put it here? Put it there? No, not there, over here I swear! This corner, or that corner? "Fuck Off!" You're having a laugh!
I wade in still water, desperately waiting to be stolen by an orphaned current. I empty my asthmatic lungs at dense clouds, hoping I can turn
Have you ever tried to not be too threatening? Steadily, I think this reckoning is taking breath from me. It’s to the point I’m going to need very extensive therapy.
UNKNOWN GUNMEN I know the unknown gunmen They are those young graduates First class and second class students Their Government gave them gun
Arid: The Crypteia’s Aftermath
Engulfed in the desert's parched silence I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind We knew how it would begin But didn’t foresee the end
A virus No, a cancer Cancerous cells bent on death And it keeps growing. Growing to overtake the host Slowly killing the home that’s needed the most.
Mike Coxsmall Wants to Grow Bigger
Mike Coxsmall Wants to Grow Written by Nicole Poston Mike Coxsmall has a little one and sometimes wonders why… He was forced to carry such a scrawny little guy.
STUCK DAY BREAKS SUN BEAMS SLITHER THROUGH THE DRAPES LIKE HISSING SNAKES HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN AWAKE SOMETHING TELLS ME
DOGS OF WAR LOOSENED
DOGS OF WAR LOOSENED: Our Dream Team didst today loose Dogs of War Our mighty foe the Immortals now be truly sore A joint assault with Renegades DT didst carry out
I ncognito, unseen; thus I remain N onextant to any who matter V alueless to all, including myself I drift, aimless, alone, lonely
- Top Story - November 2023
I Am Her.
At night I would cry because I believed in the boogyman; Alone I would scream because I stopped believing in you. The fight was not lost, you surrendered,