Poetry Slam

[utopianscramble]

I'd like to start a poetry slam on this thing...any takers? I'm 4 months sober and RESTLESS as all hell:

Heres my poem:

i can't sleep tonight
i got the 'what if' itch
the 'what is' burn
the 'what should' blues
i got the twenty something song
of aint got the smallest clue
i got the 'miss em' rash
the regrets rampant bug
the blues
the blues
i can't sleep tonight
i got american guilt
in the coziest house with
the easiest life
feelin strangled in my quilt
i got the red white blues
the who knew
the pollution
carbon chokehold
got the wanna
write a book
but aint got no way to say
got the ex-lover serenade
beatin me into this premature romance grave
got the got no savins
livin' with my dad
cataracts
got him no callin
her not showin
the 'them not really there' cares
i can't sleep tonight
cause i didn't take my pill
the benedryl crutch
wrapped in side some
unsatisfied hormone rush
a big painstaking lust
for meaning that aint there
for them
that just don't care
i got the new dress depression
and i just cut my hair
i got the beauty and the best
co-habitation inside me
got the
the smoke again
broke again
burnt out
blown up
blues
the blues
got the epidemic to choose
the dried out, dampened,
doorknob twistin chancin'
spit parched pathways
of my future name,
my future place

man, i got dem itchin blues
20 somethin
not knowin what to do

LET'S GO PEOPLE...SLAM TIME.

[Ann]

Okay, I'll give it a shot...

Blues? My unroyal blood runs blue some days,
Blues? Grab my soul and squeeze till it hurt, I say,
I've had the "why", "when", "how" can't try no more blues
and the "chasing" "running" till I'm out of breath blues
Put the mask on and fake it but really can't shake it...blues.

Like a dog chasing it's tail, the blues chase me back and I'm blue.

Today, I can choose, and rewrite the blues
till they turn into sky and water and I am amused
To recolour the blues....when I choose....to look at the blues.
Cut down to size, they can be quite the prize...those blues.

Now this ain't a great song, but don't get me wrong if you're blue,
So what can you do?
Come to SR and sing, it's a beautiful thing, if you're blue, you can get through,
And light can shine through, and outshine the blue for me and for you,
When you're blue.

Phewww. I'm through...think this just may do...to chase the blue.

[utopianscramble]

That's awesome. Thanks Ann!!!

[fallen17star]

I love this! When I first signed up on here this was the first poem I read and now I kept seeing it every time I get on here! Good mork!

[indigo]

So much has reared it’s ugly head to make me feel that I am dead
Inside I hurt , the pain is real
I’m thinking of how some want to steal
The very life force from your being
They weave their webs while you are sleeping
Enter your mind and tell you untruths
Thinly veiled, a weak disguise
It hardly matters when you’re paralyzed
With fear and panic and frozen from lies
And You’ve seen it coming or you know it will
You cannot stop it so you’re running uphill
Your legs won’t function you’re stuck to the ground
Whist inside your head the thoughts are turning around.
See there aren’t any answers for what .you describe
Then you try to detach and it’s glued to your mind.

[vicoprincess93]

I've been takin down names.
I've been fading to black.
I've been hiding my stash.
I've been feeling these stabs upon my back.
I've been writing this poem .
I've been surfing this site.
I might do better.
I know ill be alright.
...Either way ill be up all night.


ugh.. i write a poem almost every day. But this is all i got 4 now . Cool that there r other poets here though!