Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Shakespeare vs The Modern World
Ranting about Shakespeare’s work, To my student, he seems like a jerk, Using words that don’t make sense, Glad he’s not here to fight for his defense,
I am a artist poem (Part 3)
I am a artist. I cry about my new paintings and art needing more improvements. I say that when I produce new paintings and art, it will give my new art and paintings a new fresh start.
grab a glass
grab a glass and let me make a toast “cheers to not hating all men. just most” the ones who sit in their cars and beep including the men who linger at the corner of streets
I had an epiphany We’re not actually meant to be This moment is intense and intimate And in fact, you’ve kinda grown on me
I know it seems like I left for no reason Because to you, nothing was wrong But you were only meant to stay in my life for a season
Laid to rest, in a skyless vault, just as some once long-ago unknown soldier, forgotten in historical parody-- relieving oneself, yourself of the honour of duty--
woke used to be the word to use ya see about staying aware keep ya eyes open all three when corruption run amuck you know how to stay
It's eight months since the world ended, and we've fucked up our sleep schedules so badly that sometimes it feels as though we're living in an entirely different dimension
A ghetto girl godflow To all the girls that make fun of me but still copy me I'll block you like all my ex mans They still watchin me like fans
In the Mind's Eye
Chronologically reflections in the mind's eye look in the mirror you won't always see the perfection of the scars stretch marks, warrior stripes
Choosing a Big Mac and fries Not a salad Cheese…need I say more? Imbibing Sugar In all it’s sneaky guises Having “just one more”
I am a painter (Part 2)
I am a painter. I wonder how successful painters got started. I hear the sound of paint being used. I see green and blue paint colors.