Early mornings and late nights are spent sitting out on the fire escape. It’s hot in the city this time of year and we find comfort outside with the cover of trees. Journals tucked under our arms and novels in our bags, the city fuels creativity. Poems are scrawled on coffee cups and borders of newspapers. Backs of cake boxes and backs of our hands.
Press play on your favorite song and set the scene for this months poetry slam.
It’s a warm afternoon, you found a new spot tucked away behind a thrift store. Old brick and faded cream trim. A neon light up sign that reads “messy poetry slam” is hung in the corner of the window, flickering on and off. You click clack down the steps and push open the door. Theres a purple glow coming from the middle of the room, girls dressed in fluffy jackets and slip dresses making coffee in the back. You keep walking all the way back and the door outside opens up into a little yard. Lights strung from tree to tree and the patio is acting as the stage. Pillows and stools dot the grass, someone is just stepping up to the microphone.
i am more than just a body,
i am more than my tan thin frame,
i am more than a mouth to kiss,
i am a constellation,
my eyes see deeper than your sweet sugary lies,
i might be beautiful but i am smart,
my mind is not rose colored,
and you might think you got me,
but all you’ve done is opened my starry eyes,
and honey, you’re just another heartless bluff
The peculiarity of my curiosity pounds on the doorway of my demeanor.
When the sunrises and the sun sets who am I to become?
An overpowering sensation of my wholeness might grow when the daisies blossom through the meadow down the street.
A blanket of love covering a bed of hate.
I’ll look you in the eyes and recognize the tears that you never wept,
And will you do the same for me too?
Perhaps we’ll spend eternity embedded by the smoke, only to be followed by the sunshine.
Clouded in our haze with no recollection of where we are to go.
We are eaten alive by the infinite ambiguity and our will to journey on our own.
Clarity within my aura soothes.
Like the buzz of a bee or the flow of a river.
Take me away, into nothingness.
And watch me exemplify my beautiful uncertainty.
harsh light of empty rooms
Open the door and
the scent greets with
Rich, dark earth
in the dark above
burning like cold jewels
It is so beautiful
After so many days
so many days of relentless heat
The Midnight Flower is cold
I remember the night i fell in love with you
your body pressed against the sunset
a beautiful sillhuette painting the sky
i looked up at you in awe
lying on a thin patterned sheet
wondering what is it about you that makes my heart skip a beat
I want to tell you about the forged closeness
Of two prophets on the horizon of a new rhythm
Their love, their understanding
Dispersed across 93 million miles of Earth
Once a golden supernova, the breath of the cobalt cosmos
Cradled by weathered hands and watery eyes
Now unfolding, swallowed by the heart of the moon
A hamlet of incandescent secrets and prior heartbreaks
Glowing, luminous on half-naked bodies
Like sacred churches burning down
From the heat of yearning amidst confusion
Perpetual disciples yielding silver bows, announced by their cries
As asteroids tumbling down mountains of cheekbones
Circumnavigating the curvature of broken haloes
A manifested desire, evaporating into a core of simmering plasma
See you next month for another Messy Poetry Slam!