jackstorm:

Week 10 Topic:
Link: http://www.reddit.com/r/spokenword/comments/1emqq4/week_10_naj_vs_jack/
Title: convenience stares

Don’t leave me here
You said
The city from this distance looks like an unfinished sky
Oversaturated like
The grape skinned hand of a coroner
Welcoming you home
After a night of spending that capitalists disobedient coin
That unfinished sky
Approaching you while burning autumn
Like incensed wasps carried by an inventive wind
Like a full, and tipped ashtray blown into your face

You spoke like skittish volcanoes do, and overly eager kettles
Looking back
I’d like to forget how we shed them levies to let a little of that swamp in

I remember coarse holidays
A vulnerable ozone like a broken screen door

But the photos of you burned up
Too long after you put that cigarette out on my arm

exiledinberlin:

Sade (1/17) - The Sweetest Taboo (by gferdinandus2)

limarzoeva:

Моя прекрасная, прекрасная Шаде)

fuzzmonky:

A BMO for every mood

jackstorm:

Week 10 Topic:
Link: http://www.reddit.com/r/spokenword/comments/1emqq4/week_10_naj_vs_jack/
Title: convenience stares

Don’t leave me here
You said
The city from this distance looks like an unfinished sky
Oversaturated like
The grape skinned hand of a coroner
Welcoming you home
After a night of spending that capitalists disobedient coin
That unfinished sky
Approaching you while burning autumn
Like incensed wasps carried by an inventive wind
Like a full, and tipped ashtray blown into your face

You spoke like skittish volcanoes do, and overly eager kettles
Looking back
I’d like to forget how we shed them levies to let a little of that swamp in

I remember coarse holidays
A vulnerable ozone like a broken screen door

But the photos of you burned up
Too long after you put that cigarette out on my arm

mrflair:

i would make love to her and let her have my babies.

motion seconded.

Week 10 Topic:
Link: http://www.reddit.com/r/spokenword/comments/1emqq4/week_10_naj_vs_jack/
Title: convenience stares

Don’t leave me here
You said
The city from this distance looks like an unfinished sky
Oversaturated like
The grape skinned hand of a coroner
Welcoming you home
After a night of spending that capitalists disobedient coin
That unfinished sky
Approaching you while burning autumn
Like incensed wasps carried by an inventive wind
Like a full, and tipped ashtray blown into your face

You spoke like skittish volcanoes do, and overly eager kettles
Looking back
I’d like to forget how we shed them levies to let a little of that swamp in

I remember coarse holidays
A vulnerable ozone like a broken screen door

But the photos of you burned up
Too long after you put that cigarette out on my arm

yahoo just bought out tumblr for a billy.

if this joint goes downhill like facebook i’m outtie.

Don’t leave me here

You said

The city from this distance looks like an unfinished sky

Oversaturated like

The grape skinned hand of a coroner

Welcoming you home

After a night of spending that capitalists disobedient coin

That unfinished sky

Approaching you while burning autumn

Like incensed wasps carried by an inventive wind

Like a full, and tipped ashtray blown into your face

You spoke like skittish volcanoes do, and overly eager kettles

Looking back

I’d like to forget how we shed them levies to let a little of that swamp in

I remember coarse holidays

A vulnerable ozone like a broken screen door

But the photos of you burned up

Too long after you put that cigarette out on my arm

Anonymous asked: hey can i give you some advice on your spoken word poems? i really, really enjoy them but i think if you spoke a little slower and enunciated every few words it would be a lot more powerful. keep writing! your really amazing!

working on this - i feel that sometimes it comes off hackneyed  and i’m working on trying to get it to be conversational (which is where you lose me because i am a fast talker).

its also i have trouble talking to machines. thats another thing, but i want you to know i am taking this to heart and will give it a go in the next few releases i’m writing right now.

And on that note, new poems soon.

When someone uses their current position to encourage you not to try, don’t listen to them. You go out and try.

A great example is people without college degrees who say I’ve done this and I work here etc you don’t need a degree.

You might not “need” one but that isn’t what education is about.

Don’t let anyone encourage you to be ok with not trying. Like for fucking real, fuck them for not caring enough to let you even attempt to invest in yourself.