Posts Tagged ‘life’

Spoken Word Poetry

Lately I’ve been listening poetry reading. And one of the poem struck me straight into my soul. It’s not only the powerful message the poem was written, but also the magnificent performance by the poet. Her voice was strong. Perfect pitch. Perfect tone. Simply perfect.

Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls with Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair
By Jeanann Verlee

When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up.
When he says you gave him blue balls, say you’re welcome.
When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her.
Then head-butt her.
When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red.
When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen.
When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom.
When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time.
When the skinhead girls jump you in a bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red.
When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands.
When your father locks the door, break the window.
When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife.
When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red.
When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know.
When the girl on the subway curses you because your T-shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true.
When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Jersey City, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move.
When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him.
When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him.
When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him.
Do not regret this.
Do not turn red.
When your mother hits you, do not strike back.



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Keep You There

I felt scared
I felt uneasy
I felt worried

You were there
Just a step ahead me
Just a blink in the eye

What am I scared about?
Why am I felt uneasy?
Whom I worried to?

Me? Myself?
You? Yourself?

I was torn, I was torn
Coz’ you are you
A perfect piece
A flawless one
In my figment of imagination

And I wanted to keep that way
Treasure you, Enfold you
As my wonderful memory


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What I Worry About

I worried my dreams will shattered.

Fly away like dust in the mercy of the wind

Flee like prey in the face of the hunter

Fall down like throw things in the name of gravity

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The Way You Are

The way you speak to me, it’s lovely enough
The way you look at me, it’s warmth me more than I deserved
The way you listening to me, it’s a big gift you could ever gave me
The way you embrace me, it’s like heaven if I may imagine it
The way you loving me, it’s all that matters

The way you are, it’s enough
The way you are
It’s all that I want
Just the way you are
It’s all that I asked for


-inspired from the song “Just The Way You Are”, if God given me a man to spent my life with, I hope this poem will suit how I would feel for him-

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At First Sight

Do you beleive in love at first sight?
I do

It hit me
Like blow in the head
Like slap on the face
Like lightning struck
Like eruption of volcano
Like thunder in the rain
Like storm in the sea

It reminded
The love was and still is
Lay down in the deep of my heart
Steal a piece of my soul
Nudged my mind at some small part of my brain

Strong emotion it was
Though it seem more less and lessen
Ease off by time
Fall of by space
And Subside by another
Another person
Another love

Come to the end
Become only a memory


“Change is the essence of life.” — Anatole France

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Still Here

Time pass by
Life goes on
People moved around
I’m here, still here

They looking forward
For a whole new world
A better one
A brighter one
I’m here, still here

Here in this place
I was and still is
Chained to
Stumbler with
Captivated of
Hidden wall of mine

(c) MyLunar.040711

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When I was feeling blue
I only have to look into those innocent eyes
Then, dissolved all the troubled inside

When regrets and remorse occupy my thoughts
Only with your cheery smile and laugh
I will regain my spirit at once

When I was tumble down
Crawling like helpless human being
Squealing alone in the mist of misery
You always
And forever be
My salvation

(c) MyLunar.060611

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