maybe if i scream enough the ringing of my voice will split the sky and open up the horizon perhaps if i pummel the ground pounding into earth until blood flows freely from split knuckles i can shake up the world enough to mean something today i think i'll drive spikes through my feet and dig into the heavens to bring down the sky break fingers to pull down the shining blue of the day's horizon and peel it back to reveal the pure black of Nothing that lies just below the surface of everything i want to scratch at the skin of existence itself open wounds and burn the edges with tips of smoldering pens lit from the sparks of my synapses firing too fast to simply travel soundlessly so they crackle, aflame, across the inside of my skull and melt my mind into some mass of flustered misunderstanding of where i'm standing i can't stand it all anymore i feel like i'm floating along the whitewater rapids of problems i don't remember asking for lost on the current of my own thoughts and too far from shore to grab a branch to stop the sweeping waves from pulling me under but i can't drown here just tumble, head over feet, swallowing more water than lungs can handle but they won't burst instead, the pressure just builds inside my chest until it doubles me over, cringing clutching my ribcage and gritting my teeth trying to focus eyes on feet still anchored to ground as the tidal waves of life continue to beat my body this is supposed to get easier the more it happens but i'm not calloused enough i haven't developed thick enough skin to not get scraped up running through the briar patch of my memories lost and never returning i wish i could drink them away swallow the tide until it sickens me expelling everything in my self so i can start over toughen up so i can be someone else who won't even remember this boy in the midst of a charmed life and somehow unable to handle it feet still anchored, fingertips reaching to rend day from night sky from horizon let loose the black blanket of what lies beyond what our eyes can't see yet what our minds run terrified from every time our thoughts get near it Nothing somehow i think i've warmed up to the idea disintegrate the machinations of my own mind and break down to the most basic principles of existing instinctually eat, sleep, shit, fuck, repeat how badly i just wish i could be simple for once single celled organism or some child's first caged rodent life would be simple then: eat, sleep, shit, fuck, repeat but it's not so very easy, modern day life contains more directions: eat, sleep, shit, stress, fuck, worry, drink, smoke, scream, stress, fuck, worry, drink, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, drink, fuck, worry, stress, drink, smoke, drink, smoke repeat ticking off checkboxes as i continue through the To Do list of my daily rituals just trying to reach the bottom hard enough to break myself against it dissolve my self in the most violent landing known to mind screaming, pummeling the ground screaming trying to shake things up a bit sometimes i can't feel my own fists anymore so i keep punching harder gripping tighter and scraping torn fingernails down the sides of my existence trying to find a tear that i can break through but it's too solid to break through so, instead, i'll just periodically break down on blank pages and text entry fields because i forgot how to scream loud enough punch hard enough or pull strong enough to peel back the sky so i'll get to Nothing my own way please don't follow me
The rules are simple: Leave a poem (yours or someone else's) somewhere in public. Write it on a postcard or note card and leave it in a coffee shop, on an overpass, sidewalk (preferably in a manner that won't get you arrested for vandalism), spontaneous live performance, and either photograph or tape it and post it here to share your "missions" with us or just post the poem you left anonymously behind.
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just saying hello to the virtual_slam world! this is a pic from an Erotic slam we had at my show in St Pete, FL. Since I just found the voice posting on LJ, i'ma add my own slam words to this community in a minute; probably later on tonight.
The Little Rock Team, comprised of myself, themo_man, and lady_krysis gathered together last night to celebrate the official chartering of Poets in the Streets as a Non-Profit Organization, organized to bring about education and healing through the spoken word. We'll probably be stopping in on a pretty regular basis, but we'd like to leave a small taste of our flavor here. We've enjoyed what we've heard here so far, and look forward to hearing much more.