Well, I'm new to this community, but not new to slam. I've been in about three or so of them, and enjoyed them all thoroughly. Though I prefer group slams to individual ones. What's wonderful, is our Slam team is the pioneer group in our school, so hopefully we can be sent overseas (chicago! take us to chicago!) later on.
Hey, I'm torn on whether or not I like this. It's more meant to be spoken, if that helps. Any form of feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Love is blind are the people who are hoping to find yourself a husband, find yourself a rhyme is important when you're taking your time is a healer of unavoidable loss of a vision deprivation of a cause for seclusion well lets have a resolution resolution of the cause resolution of the loss or better yet a revolution where you still will take your time and don't need to find a rhyme because this crowd is the sublime of grace in independency.
hey folks. i just got into slam today and decided to write one of my own...i only have the text and i know so much of slam is performance but i was wondering if i posted it here if i could get some critique/feedback. thanks
For so long We waited. I thought, Beyond a shadow Of a shadow Of a doubt, That there was reason To believe.
Tonight I find myself. Soaking cinnamon bark Into vodka, Slipping meaning into my drink, Begging her To just let go. Though,
She never hears me. Never did, Never will.
This is the… Irony. In twenty days We both will have risen. (There is something deeper to this, Though I am missing the meaning.) Pouring down That last Drop. “Redemption!” She screams, Believing she is deep. “Dreaming,” I would tell her, And push her back to sleep. In such delirium We can believe anything. There is an opiate hidden among the flowers. You just have to search.
I would kiss her, 7:18 on Sunday morning. Creep downstairs, Never waking the family. Slip out before they wake. “Brooklyn Sundays are so crisp, Before the world wakes, Sleepy and stumbling home.” I loved the F-train. And I cried every time I boarded it north.
I want to be the one Whose toes you kiss. Though I would never have let you, Then.
I am living off a memory. No, I am living in a dream. Or at least, I am trying to.
Tonight, cinnamon barks And sugar cubes, Breaking meaning From the lips Of an undeserving lover.