Spoken Word

“Spoken word poetry is the art of performance poetry. I tell people it involves creating poetry that doesn’t just want to sit on paper, that something about it demands it be heard out loud or witnessed in person.”

-Sarah Kay

You ever seen the movie Love Jones? You know, the one with Nia Long and Lorenz Tate? Where like 40% of the movie is spent in a club with poetry and Jazz flowing? Well I went to an open mic night, called Wordism, for the first time and it as literally like a scene from that movie. Some people read things they wrote previously. Some people wrote things on the spot. Some people sang. And some people just spoke whatever was on they’re mind at the moment. The band was jammin, the words spoken were slammin, and it was all chill vibes and good times. I didn’t go up and say anything, but as I sat, I did get inspired to finish writing something I had been working on for awhile. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to stand up in front of total strangers and spill my guts. You’d think it’d be a piece of cake for me, but writing and posting on a blog, behind a computer screen is one thing. Public speaking is another. My poor introverted soul can’t handle that right now lol. But anyway… Here’s what I wrote:

I’ve kissed a lot of frogs that turned into princes for someone else.

Put in a lot work. Being everything to everybody but myself.

Planted seeds in others gardens and watched them grow and thrive. While my garden lay barren.

Destitute.

Un-alive.

Damaged goods. Heart in so many pieces. Being held together by chewing gum and paper clips. Rented out on so many leases.

Given my heart countless times and got it served right back on a tray.

No one to keep me warm at night. Just my phone taking his place next to me.. all night and all day.

I’m a Hopeless romantic who has no hope for romances. No giving love second chances. Under no circumstances.

No Sending Advances

Enhancing life.

But not tonight

To go from loving love to not believing in it anymore…

Man….

I mean….

At the end of the day. The opposite of love is not hate. It’s indifference.