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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
A World to End
For my Speech class I am performing Slam Poetry. I sent in the following three topics for my teacher to choose: Romance, Questioning Reality, and A Letter to My Brother. I already have most of each of them written. I need to practice them a lot but first I need to know which one I will be performing and to finish writing it. I am really excited about it and hopefully once I'm done I'll record myself and figure out how to put it up on my youtube. Who knows....

Denise and I are getting along really well lately. She has been searching out a lot of guys from the internet and goes out to ******** a lot. It's nice though, sometimes she just hangs out with them to get free drinks and invites me along. I have a fun time even though most of the guys are very decent. I'm just glad we are having fun while being safe about it.

I've been running it over and over in my head,
hoping one day it won't need to be read,
I want to be seen, need to be heard,
he needs to know the love behind each word.
Dear Little Brother,
I wish I could have taken you with me
I know the pain you suffer through
With me you could be free
Start a life that's all new.
I wish I could've taken you flying
soaring through the sky above
instead you're at home crying,
numb from black love.
What they are doing isn't right
We mustn't give up the fight.

Video games and bamboo swords.

Childhood friends to be nevermore?
Dearest Little Brother what happened to us?
Is there some untold score?
Is it so bad we can't discuss?
I wanna be your prince
cause you saved me from that ******** hole
Is your mind so twisted I can't convince?
Can't you see the pain in my soul?
I'm so sorry my brother.
I don't mean to smother.

Magic Cards, Soul Calibur, Mario Kart, Kirby 64

Dear Little Brother,
I miss you.
The you I knew so well.
When nothing was taboo
and your words weren't like hell.
When you listened and wanted to know,
the you that reached out.
I miss the days in the snow
and when we had everything to talk about.
When did we become so far?
Did it happen with that first scar?

I'm sorry for hurting myself.
Can't you forgive me yet?
You can't see you do the same to yourself
pain is making you her pet.
When I think of you I cry
Why little brother why?






User Comments: [3]
LittleShaherizad
Community Member





Thu Oct 09, 2008 @ 11:47pm


That's really good. Vague and yet descriptive. Powerful and moving. I really like it. Can't wait to see you perform


Honey Wildfire
Community Member





Fri Oct 10, 2008 @ 01:05am


That's not my slam poetry piece


LittleShaherizad
Community Member





Fri Oct 10, 2008 @ 04:16am


I still really like it though. And it could be. It has a similar rhythm to the slam poetry I've heard.


User Comments: [3]