Because you have never been right... You left and all I thought, Every single f*cking night, Was how difficult I must have been. How much I must have messed with you, For you to leave so easily. For months, I was bruised and battered, Every single piece of us scattered, As if I had never … Continue reading Left
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She told me that words used to burn her, and she would cling onto the hope of it ending one day. Her hands showed the pain and the way she used to beat herself against the wall, and call herself names. I watched her pick the grass one day and thread it between her hands as … Continue reading She Told Me (Spoken Word)
It was never glorious when they fought in the dirt, and died on the fields. When mothers heard of death, and fathers didn't return home. It was never glorious when children ran from bombs, and slept scared at night. The war was real, but we see it now as a glorious time. We romanticise the … Continue reading It was Never Glorious (Spoken Word).
I probably owe Harper Lee a thank you, a pat on the back... a hug. It was year 10 when I read To Kill a Mockingbird, and I remember it was hated by everyone in the class. No one wanted to read it and Of Mice & Men was the preferred text to read. However, … Continue reading I like reading because of To Kill a Mockingbird.
Free speech, free speech, do you want to spit it at me once again? Hide your words under a human right. A right to speak your views, what you feel, to tell the world how this is real. Free speech, a draft of your insults thrown into a computer, targeted at someones heart. Was it … Continue reading Free Speech (Spoken Word).
They told me hell didn't exist, but they also told me monsters dont. Monsters are what reflects back at us, that shadow in the distance, the nagging voice in your head. I've seen hell with my own eyes, and it isn't pretty. I have felt the flames lick at my skin, and watched the devil … Continue reading Heaven & Hell (Spoken Word).
They told me to write a poem, one to celebrate the art of rhymes, structures and creating something beautiful. I've always hated the ritual of celebration, its infatuation done wrong. My poem was awful, shameful and downright dismal. They told me to write something beautiful. My body was my blank canvas, and I wrote the … Continue reading They told Me to Write a Poem (Spoken Word)
My garden is filled with weeds of the past and seeds I have planted to create a new future. The weeds sting my hands as I try to pull them from the ground. It is a mound I have re-made every time there has been a storm. It is like a life re-born. My garden … Continue reading My Garden (Spoken Word).
I gave it all, I gave my soul and you couldn't stand to look at me anymore. I was used to being a door, open and shut, slammed hard and misused, but this was different. I gave you my world, I welcomed you in, but you destroyed it and your life became a sin. The … Continue reading I gave it All (Spoken Word).