2014 To Be Heard Slam

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The icy touch of fear travels through my spine Thoughts of what is to come eats away at my bones A monster rips apart my skin like paper with teeth like daggers
A vulnerable creature eats grass undisturbedAs a prowling beast sits behind the bushesWaiting ever so quietlyFor the perfect moment to strike Magical peaks in the skyVast oceans of lifeRolling hills of greenBeautiful mounds of snow An instinct to
Time is merely a vision of a nonexistent reality. We are constrained by the clutches of time. Time is in all the places we seek and around all the corners we turn.
I creep through my house In middle of a stormy night I am on the hunt for a glass of milk But little do I know I am the prey
Post-Eruption   If wanting you makes me clingy, Guess I’m just the monkey on your back always waiting to attack Can’t relax Can’t mellow emotion
Tehre are teims in my life wehn ohtres dno't konw... taht I spaek. And, Tehre are teims in my life wehn my wrods...dno't maen a tihng. Is it my meek vioce taht you cna't haer? Am I ifnreoir? Why msut I be ingroed?
       Sometimes I feel like I'm at the end of times. The edge of a tomorrow that will never come. Though I'm surrounded, why do I feel so lonely.
To Be Heard Slam    Technology Comes, Technology Stays Technology comes and stays, it deals with us in our own personal and special ways, It is fun; it is the way to a different world in just a click away
To Be Heard Slam    Technology Comes, Technology Stays Technology comes and stays, it deals with us in our own personal and special ways, It is fun; it is the way to a different world in just a click away
I have so much to say So much to ask Please look past my appearance And look past my past   I tell you, we’re blinded by culture We don’t hear the truth So I’m counting on you
Daisies fall from your hair Adrenaline flows through my blood I hear your lungs gasp, They inhale my soul.     My fingers are burned by your fire Our entwined hearts have been crushed
Life behind a sealed door
Not a word will slip,I refuse to allow a single one Why? Because you don't understand...You can't even fathomWhat's going through my head
I hold the Super 8.
Up
You keep going up,
A poisonous lure tugs at my heart Which as of now has yet to start Should I forsake my righteous robe For filth and rubbish, vile   My eyes, downcast, and dimly focused
I write because I'm broken  I'm an imperfect human thing  I write to not be silenced  to speak about my pain    I write to get out  these emotions  that all eat  lurking like a demon 
All I ever wanted from others is to be loved. I never try to offend, so I'm sorry if that's the message that I send. I lost all of my trust because my heart has been abused, but how can you trust the words of others when in the end you lose.
I screamed. She was never seen. See what she lacked I carried and what I lacked she held onto so dearly.
Hey Dad It's me I miss you I know you always admired my poetry My writing  My brains I hope you're reading this From up there I hope you can hear me I hope I'm being heard
What would you do, What would you say, If someone said to draw your troubles away? Would you paint landscapes of fire,
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