performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Prized Possession
You say you need to feel a tender touch. To see a queen's royal flush. I'm talking chess not checkers, leave those kiddie games at Toys R Us. Check my resumé but baby, read between the lines. Because that one thing that you're searching for, on paper, you just won't find. My beauty and power intrigue like Nefertiti. My loss can tell you stories you cannot see on TV And, more than any wall, in my heart, you will find cracks. But, like a ball hitting a wall, I always bounce back.
By Moe Rivers8 years ago in Poets
My Sanctuary
I do not like being around people. It hurts to have conversations with anybody. It is tedious and annoying. Nobody is fooled by my mask. They know I do not want to see them, to talk to them. They know I care not a damn thing about them. They hate me for it. I see nothing wrong on my account. I did not avoid them to hurt them, I did it to save myself.
By Jeremy Petrie8 years ago in Poets
Stuck
It’s really hard to put work into being a better functioning person when expectations of you are so high, especially when you never get credit for any progress you make, and when you make a mistake suddenly everything about you is related back to your failures. It’s even worse when your failures are generalized and attributed back to one thing that you rarely have control over. It hurts most when those people that are judging you are the people you gauge your progress to be the ones you deem most important to notice. It really makes you feel like the people doing the judging actually hate you instead of supporting you, and that sends you farther down the rabbit hole. When you’re already on thin ice you can’t make any mistakes. Having a predisposition about a person on edge, well, that’s setting up them up for failure. It hurts most when people aren’t surprised when you meet their negative expectations, especially when you are actually on a positive streak. People see one little hiccup, and then all that positivity gets ruined too easily. You realize your faults and realize they are your own. You’re disappointed in your faults more than anyone and take them harder than anyone, but how come it doesn’t it go both ways? Why are you the only one accountable for your mistakes?
By Savannah Fessenden8 years ago in Poets
