performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Andrea Whitfield
My ride or die. My legend and savage in crime. She’s gotten me through plenty of things; dark days that I’m almost afraid to remember. At the end of the night, it always ends up being me and her. We’ll run in circles until the sun sets and when it’s dark outside, everyone else goes their separate ways, but we always stay together.
By something wilde8 years ago in Poets
Running Away Free
ANOTHER NIGHT in her skin, emotions floated through the wind. In the corner of her blue eyes everything became a blur. The building ahead of her was no more a structure but a heavy cloud. Facing forward she began to sprint. Legs opening wide, the shoes her feet wore began pounding heavily across the ground causing puddles of tears slashing up her legs. Her pace quickened more until the cold air bit her lungs but the adrenaline coursing through her veins forced her to push further. The harder she pushed the more her legs began to weaken. Screaming bursted out her lungs for that was the only weapon allowed. As her run became longer than it should have, what she imagined was sweat rolling down her face was instead tears rolling down her cheeks. Right now the soles of her shoes were tearing off, disappearing behind her but she was summiting her all to running...away...free.
By T.J. Flores8 years ago in Poets
