I have plans on going to the Bowery Club in NYC on Monday to recite a poem for open mic but I am not sure what poem I should recite so read this poem below and comment below if I should recite this poem on Monday for open mic!
Please click on the video to here me recite the poem I plan to recite Monday. You can copy and paste the link into a web browser. If you can’t play the video, I apologize in advance.
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Is what we see always guaranteed?
Death and taxes final
but is bleeding guaranteed?
All physical
but is it mental?
Laughter and pain
faces each other
with a thin line in between
This image was presented
to me in a dream
Or was this a nightmare?
Angels and Demons everywhere
I don’t give a fuck about nothing
People always want something
Life is not for free
but people constantly plead
A Broken heart and spoiled dreams
face defeat
but prepare for next war
Ever been judge for what you wore?
Short skirts means you a whore?
Should pastors be adored?
Ever been forced to be brave
to face of what you was afraid?
Negative situations
we tend to procrastinate
but the problems don’t escape.
Conflict is a fire that burns your skin
and the line between fear and suicide
is not that thick,
it’s long and thin.
Never a win win situation
and I’m reluctant from previous situations
Addictions cause my affliction
My behavior is redundant
My character is incredulous
like hypocrites
Mind is dubious and racing fast
Like women who are promiscuous
Pain became numb
So I became oblivious
Torment I’m going through
and it’s so obvious
I keep holding secrets
Life is devious.
Some mistaken me
for being conceited
But I’m being honest.
Time move fast like sonic.
Our time span is concise
So my speculations
of life is precise.
Hard life and the affect
is money is tight like a virgins vagina
because of drinking coronas
Face is wet
like I’ve been in a sauna.
Crying at this hour
because this girl said “our”
relationship is smooth like powder
but quickly disappeared
when she found someone with more dollars.
Had me on a leash
she even picked out my pink collar.
Affliction become stronger
Addiction might last longer
than I originally thought
Withdrawals are worst
Became too broke to devour coronas
Like a poor kid playing
with a toy that’s broke
because the parents can’t afford another
I’m wishing things would go back
to how they were
because I don’t want another lover
So comment below and tell me your honest opinion about this poem and If I should recite this at open mic!
I also have 2 more poem, I am thinking about reciting as well and here are the links
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For those that are poets that have been to an open mic, comment below and briefly tell me your experience!
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