Spitting Beauty

Discussion in 'Archives' started by Sumi, Oct 12, 2011.

  1. Sumi suicidé

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    This is a slam/spoken word poem (hence the lack of standardized grammar etc.). I'll upload a sound file if I can tomorrow, but I'd like to put this up for concrit and comments. I'm performing it on the twenty-second so any help and improvement is appreciated.

    hey dad you know the feeling
    when you close your eyes at night
    when the monsters start rising taller their voices growing smaller
    through tunnels of black and white technicolor dream worlds
    puking constellations from smoky lungs
    a neon interpretation of everything amplified
    like grey lies somewhere between the truth and i don't want to hurt you
    you say you have tapes of your fights with my mother
    and you promised with her whoever cheated would lose
    so- what do you tell a judge about promises?
    they break
    flying dust in razor blade winds
    slitting skin and cutting eyelids from faces so that you can see
    so why can't you ****ing see?
    just open your eyes and look at what's in front of you
    i can show you the world:
    lipsplitting earshattering splendid
    through verses of sea floor melody and poetry
    flowing through my veins like the blood spilled at my birth
    standing before you i am a dollar sign
    another bill to pay more child support money
    and no they're not my type; i'd take you but you're too young
    a sickening pandora's box opened unleashed running afraid
    through gardens of forgotten infidelities
    and screaming excuses not to listen when i speak
    a thousand dollars is too much to pay to learn
    but another night at the bar and sunday football
    is a fortune of time you say you don't have time to spend
    i read you the stars from my eyes and the curl from my hair
    in prose of golden wine happiness
    and you say you'll see me next time around
    which could be weeks or months depending
    you don't go to graduation so you send flowers lillies white
    not tiger red that grew in our windowsills but white eggshells sheets good morning sunshine
    like you expect me to forgive you for not coming
    for not caring
    for not hearing when i spit beauty from my lips