performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Fallen Empress
Can you handle reason? Or is that too far-fetched? Living in your own personal fantasy world, not realizing how you manifest. Drawing out your dramas, your fears, your lust. All the while refusing to learn how to trust. Star of the masquerade, afraid of the eyes connecting with yours. You are on the run. Well don’t stop now, I’ve only just begun. I will taunt you, I will rip out your pride. So no matter how fast you run you can never hide. I am in your head, I am by your side, I am the reflection that you see when you really want to look inside. Haven’t you figured it out yet? Don’t you realize? You are waging a war, and all battles can’t be won. Nonetheless you must fight, and never succumb. You were built with a force as strong as the Ocean, and as bright as the Moon. When you reach that calm, that quiet place, your clarity will bloom. The light inside you will overcome, all the damage, chaos, and drama you have become. So, stand tall never bow down. Look only forward Empress, wear your rightful crown.
By Sirena LaMar8 years ago in Poets
Take My Pain
Would you take my pain, if you could live forever, would you take my strife, to extend your life, would you become us all, just so you could never fall and feel the warmth and cold of the ground, would you listen to the sweet sound of death over and over again, would you fix all those that have been broken, or would you let the tears flow from your eyes, would you let go of your disguise, would you let go of your truth to accept what others see, or would you just turn your back to all those who want to be free, can you take the weight of a billion voices inside of your head, while you sleep they will just get louder and louder, so vociferous, so tumultuous, arduous work it will be living for an eternity, without people, just words, only you will never be heard, for you have to hear all the cries of all those down below, begging to be let go, to be let back in into this time and reality, to be given another change, promises rise, never to kill, never to purloin, never to sin, could your heart believe these words, what will happen deep down within your being, will it be lauding and praise, or detrimental and rage, it is up to you and only you to write a new parable, a brand new page, to become wise with the coming of age, to climb higher and higher and reach every stage, with the aid of others and oneself, one becomes better, one can be freed, unfettered, one can listen, in the silence, one can do no harm, no violence, certain moments and memories you will miss, but it's all worth it, it's all worth this, living between life and death, you will appreciate every breath, living through day and night, baneful and seraphic, monumental and tragic, unrelentingly automatic, indurated and fragile, you will run for miles, for years and years, you will shed endless tears, you will feel endless fears, from all the corners of your soul, from all the paths you choose to walk on, from all the places you thought you belonged to, from all the people you thought were real and true, from all the ways old and new, as all those demons drip out of you, you will know, when all the things become one you will know what it all meant, why you were put here, why you were sent, why you felt the bad and good, why you saw the evil and magnificent, why they all wanted the best from you, for they all knew you were genuine and true, the person you are in the mirror is truly you.
By Charles Freeman8 years ago in Poets
Weakness of Man
Why doesn't anyone listen, why doesn't anyone care, we all know we're equal, we all know what's fair, we understand that to persist, we need community, we need to love and share, jump out of the square, think outside the box, walk farther than you ever have, not just a few blocks, don't watch the time, ignore the clocks, feel the ground, appreciate the rocks, take in the tremors and shocks of the earth and our baneful behaviour, why do we look up like there hides our savior, our main man, who hates us all but understands, that money is the future, money is the plan, purloin anything you can, but get caught and he'll remove your hand, commit a sin and prepare to be banned, buried deep within the sand, deep within the fallacies, so far gone, you'll be in a different galaxy, perennial reality, where has all the sanity gone, what is going wrong, why must we cast out the young, poor and old, why can't we just all belong, together we stay strong, separated, we won't last too long, we won't survive the night, we won't wake up to see the light, since we will all be dead and gone, from the deleterious fight for peace, the idea that fell apart so quickly, piece by piece, a long awaited release from the cold grip of the darkness of man, this was never ours, this land, yet we spend everything yet nothing to live, how perplexing, I can't believe this is a thing, what more can an exorbitant amount of wealth bring, more kings and queens, cons and fiends, madness is their means, we are the squalid and dirty, they are the spotless and clean, feeding us the drugs from their poppy fields, what a weapon the evil wield, is this all real, this wound in humanity is deep, for all I weep, mankind never actually took the step, or made the leap, we just made ourselves sheep, then we fell asleep, how weak.
By Charles Freeman8 years ago in Poets
