Silence--SLAM poemI am often avoided because Im quietNot afraid of unspoken words and silenceI am a sparrow without a voice, but the pride of an eagleNot quite as irritating as crow or seagullI am a blade in the crowdNot a word squeaked from this mouse.Dont be fooled into thinking I am just as solemn on the insideA raging storm of wind and words in this heart of mine.Im running out of timeFasterAndFasterNot showing any sign ofSTOPPINGThey say shes quiet,Gone unnoticed in her never ending silenceAn easy one to push aroundWhen she refuses to make a soundTo defend her crownOf pride
We can feed her liesHold her tightSteal her sightIn a violent fightIn which she wontCant win.Her silence weighing her down like a sinChained around her wristWell choose whats bestUntil shes good enoughThat shes met our standards
Well break and tame this screaming bird
Five Tips for WritingFive Rules for Writing (Mari style XD)1.Dont ever limit yourself. Dont ever feel like somethings too big to handle, find a way to make it work!2.Let it flow, watch your story like a scene in a movie and write what you see going on in your head! Use specific details like clothing, movements, characteristics, ECT.3.Try not to stick to what youre comfortable with. Sounds crazy yeah? Take risks, and experiment with something new, but always keep your old stuff in your back pocket for future use if new things become too challenging. Try doing both! Use new characters with an old theme you like or visa versa.4.Dont really think about page requirements. If you really get into your story, you will SEE it happen(see number 2) and youll be more prone to write down every thing you see
soon. OMG! You have like 10 pages when you were only supposed to have 3.5.Be as specific with details as possible. Try using dialect or stereotypes. What are your characters d
Jerome I reached for the brass knob covered in brush marks of acrylic paint and I turned my wrist, letting the door slowly swing inward, creaking. A gust of the over powering scent of wet paint and oil washed over me, and I started to feel lightheaded, partly from the smell and partly from fear because Ive never entered his room before. I regained my awareness and cautiously stepped in
The only sources of light were small cracks between three or four overlapping wooden planks nailed across the window. Several flakes of dust floated in the light, like little bugs riding the air. I turned my head toward a simple, unmade bed with loose bits of paper and graphite sketches of scattered all over it. The wood floor was also covered in splotches of different colors of paint where they dripped of the tip of a paintbrush. In the far corner was an old rust
DaughterI knew that I had died the second I saw your eyes.Eyes that used to look at me with such warmth and happiness
All grown cold and aloof.I am not your daughter.Your daughter was to be perfect,Christian, and happy all the time.Now all you see before you is a strangerClothed in shame and guilt that she killed your daughter.I am nothing to youJust another sinner in a world of corruption.Your daughter is deadYet you still wait for her in the dark doorway by the kitchen,A lit cigarette between your cherry painted lipsAnd a pocket bible clutched in your right handBy your hip.Your daughter is dead.
MotherWhat really makes me upset is that you say a million times that you'll forget it, let it go.You lied--LiarLiarLiarIt's not fair that you reel me in with your fake smiles and promises,then Stab me in the back over and over againUntil there's nothing left.It's been 4 years and I was so close to forgiving myselfOnly to be pulled back under by you're poisonSlowly dripping from your lipsTo plant a kiss on my cheek--Flashing your Black Leather bibleTo the world, proving your innocence...LiarLiarLiarNow I am dead to you--As you have been to me all this time.Nothing.Just an empty space that is slowly getting filledSoon I will have to need for you and your poison.You and your liesYou and your empty promises.I am ready to fly away,Though my tears may flood the earth with rain and salt.You are nothing to me.and You've never needed meJust you and your jealous god--LiarLiarLiar
Black Framed GlassesThe glare of the white stage lightsReflecting off your black framed glassesDisappeared for five whole seconds.I counted.5 whole seconds that you saw me andKnew that I was in the same room as you.That's all i wanted.You to know that i'm still aliveI sang alongand so did youThough i'm sure that virtually has no importance...Black hat, Black shirt with green writing andbaggy boy jeans.A typical for you isn't it...?God--I wanted to stare at you the whole timeduring the show,just to see if you would glare backI wonder if i didn't have to leave so quickly...if you would walk up to me and say that you weresick of this shit between us.Just like you told me when were arguing...that 'You planned to after "Annie"...That meant you were sick of the separationSick of not being close.But maybe I'm just staring in the face of aMirageAnd the sweet water turns to dustas i tried to walk slow steps out the door.Of course whenever I expect something to happen andI play out eve
RooftopsIve never felt so alive,InvincibleNothing could stop me,No one could judge meWhen Im on top of the worldWe are raptors, screaming at the busy,Careless, Mindless world of Below.Theyve never know a life like ours.Here, on top of the world.Where nothing can stop us,And no one can judge us.02.27.09.
I am.I am the voice that sings in falling rain.I wonder if anyone can hear my words...not just my melody...my voice.I tried to catch the moon, but she is forever dancing across the cobalt sky....I hope that my heart will return soon....I am forever skating on the wind.I pretend I can swim like a 'maid in her home, ocean blue...I feel the sun drinking my skin, warm and inviting....Never cold, never unfriendly to me...I touch the broken shards of glass, who threatens to slice my copper skin...I worry I may fall out of the crystal blue seas, when my world is turned upside down, again.I am the fading ember in her heart, hoping one day I will extinguish hers in mine completely....I understand the melancholy instrument, the Mournful Lover...who cries for it's Maker...I dream I soared across the sky, feeling the odd drop in my stomach when I let myself twist in the clouds...even when I am warm on the ground...I say to myself or more the the crying rain, "You are my tears...for I refuse