Silent Spoken Poems
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A poem using this format I randomly found on images.
I Used to Be
I used to be little
But now I am all grown up
I used to be happy
But now I am sad
I used to be sad
But now I'm depressed
I used to be depressed
But now I am suicidal
I used alive
But now I am dead -
Bad attempt at Slam Poetry #1
Worse than Death
Her heart was pure as gold even though her words were dirty
She stood up for her friends
And I stood up for her
A best friend is a funny thing
They're a person who you will never forget
Whither they stab you in the back
Or give you a gift that makes you so happy you cry
But no matter what they do, you'll never forget them
But she was the best
But you were the worst
While she did her best to make everyone happy
You all did your best to put her down into a pool of hate and decay
Your words soon turned into knives cutting her skin
And white hot irons branding her mind
Making scars that would never fade
Wounds that would never heal
You became the dark monsters haunting her mind
The Bogey Man hiding in her closet
The razor tearing across her skin
Oh no, you weren't a bully
You were much worse than that
A monster worse than Death
As you put her through Hell and told her how unloved she was
You ripped apart her family and the friends who cared for her
You were monsters dressed up as human beings
Hoping to be accepted into the decaying society the world has become
Lost demons dressed up as hurt puppies making their way into someone's life just to wreck the only place they called home
Killers dressed up as saviors slitting throats and laughing as they drowned in their own blood
You worked with Death but you were much worse than him
Instead of waiting for their time to come
You tripped people into traffic lanes
Pushed them off cliffs
Handed out razors, guns, and pills as if it was candy
Rubbed salt into broken hearts and minds
All while laughing at them
No; you were much worse than Death
But you never seemed to notice that she was gone
You found more victims to prey on
More innocence to crush
More pain to get hung over on
Just more, more, more
And you couldn't get enough of anything
Not the pain
The sadness
Depression
You were a greedy troll that had taxes worth anyone's happiness and self-respect
Sometimes your taxes cost them their lives
And I tried to tell her that the candy you were giving out wasn't worth it
But she still bled over you
Cried tears swirling with depression
You mixed her a drink of hate and suicide
Even added in an overdose for the hell of it
You were worse than Death
So she sought for him
Looking for an escape from you
An escape her friends or family couldn't provide
An escape that pills and razors could provide
The stars in her eyes faded away
Her skin became pale
And no one saw her
She became a ghost that even you forgot about
Forgot to give her your 'wonderful' candy
And you moved onto me
As if none of us were already broken enough
You came along and shoved us into sections
The Used section
The Abused section
The Labeled section
And you smiled down at us with rotten teeth as you all looked at the kingdom you commanded
Whenever there was a sliver of hope or light you smothered it with pain and cruelty
And no matter how many of you died off
Millions more came to replace you
Each more cruel and hateful than the other
As if the millions of people Death took wasn't enough for you
You created more pain and hate for everyone to feel
Even dug their graves with your bare hands
Waiting for us all to kill ourselves
And if we wouldn't kill ourselves
You lined us all up one by one and put a gun to our heads
After you pulled the trigger you spat on our bodies
You threw us into the graves you were so horridly kind to dig for us
But you never let our families tell us one last goodbye
The people who hated you more than the people you hurt where their families
You stole away a brother, a sister, or a best friend
Coaxed them into suicide as easy as pulling the trigger of the gun you shot them with
Your apologies for their dead children and friends were as empty as the abyss of your soul
No matter what you said, you couldn't bring their children or friends back.
You were worse than Death
Though we now have ways to deal with the horror and stress you put on us
But some of us still chose to take Death's hand
But one day all the good, pure, innocent souls will die off
And you'll be left alone with other monsters like you
Monsters worse than Death
And you'll become just like us
You just wont be pure
And we'll all watch you burn in the depths of Hell
As you all go through the horror you put us through
Soon, you'll be the ones feeling the salt in your wounds
And burns in your mind
The iron taste of blood as you choke to death on it
We'll watch you take your own candy and slit your own throats
And we wont laugh or smile
Or do any of the evil things you did to us as you watched us slowly die
We'll wait for you to realize that
The only monsters worse than the monsters worse than Death
Are the monsters inside you -
A poem using this format I randomly found on images.
I Am Poem
I am nothing
I wonder why people like me
I hear mean things
I see the bad things
I want to be happy
I am nothing
I pretend to be happy
I feel depressed
I touch the blood
I worry everyday
I cry at night
I am nothing
I understand nothing
I say nothing
I dream nothing
I try nothing
I hope for nothing
I am nothing -
The Other Day
I died the other day
The room was dark and gray
Though I tried hard not to stray
I heard them all say:
It was going to happen soon
She had always been a loon
And she died under the bright moon
Marching to her own tune
And before I took the blade
And made the mess I made
I always wished I would fade
But then the thoughts began to invade
Do it, do it, do it dear
But wait until the coast is clear
And ignore the fear
and wipe away that tear
So I took that damned blade in my hand
Just like the voices all had planned
Because I just couldn't withstand
So I decided to leave this awful land
I died the other day
While you were all away
I couldn't keep my feelings at bay
And I had nothing left to say -
Bad Attempt at Slam Poetry #3: The Window
A window is beautiful in many ways
It sparkles and shines as the sun peeks in
Stars shine with happy faces as the moon lulls you to sleep
Rain gathers on it as lightning flashes and thunder booms
But the window I know is the most beautiful of them all
It has many colors which consist of white, blue, and black
Each of them in perfect rings around each other
And this window sees many things though it is hard for others to see the window
And I saw this window almost everyday ever since I was little
When the window was neew, it was bright and shiny
The window took in everything and its colors brightened everyday
The window gave me hope
And I loved to look at it
It was beautiful and peaceful
Made of the most purest glass in the world
Through the window I saw hope and wonder
Each day the window seemed to shine brighter and brighter
Time passed fast
And still each day I saw those windows
Pure and good at first
But with time the windows started to become hazy
I couldn't see through them as much
And the world reflected off them instead of letting wonders in
The window was still beautiful
But it was almost always wet
And I did my best to dry the window
I did my best to see through the window
But as soon as I dried the window
It got wet again
And I was never able to see through the window
One day the beautiful windows became very, very foggy
It was glazed over with pain and death
The window opened up to the stars
And the stars reflected off of them
The window was open forever
Though it was open it would never really see the stars it was opened to
I lost the window that day
And I never saw it again
It became buried under dirt and flowers
A stone marks where the window rests
And I can never see it again
A window is beautiful in many ways
It sparkles and shines as the sun peeks in
Stars shine with happy faces as the moon lulls you to sleep
Rain gathers on it as lightning flashes and thunder booms
But the most beautiful window I ever saw
Was shattered by a razor and some pills -
The Sins up our Sleeves
If I could walk into Heaven
I think I'd start to cry
Because that's when I'd see them
The ones who had to die
Would they smile at me?
Would they cry with me?
If they would cry
Together we'd cry a sea
I'd say 'hi' to the one's I lost
And 'hi' to the one's I love
I'd make sure to tell them I miss them
Importantly the one who called me dove
And if God is even real
I'd beg him to let me take someone
So they could be alive and well
So we could have some old time fun
If only...
But what if Heaven isn't real?
And when we die, we're just gone?
And I couldn't make my deal?
And so my tears are in vain
My hopes are all dead
Everyone I ever loved
Will never be overhead
And man spread lies
To make us believe
That we'd actually be saved
If we showed God the sins up our sleeves -
I'm not even sure what this is
I had hated you for a while. Every bit of you. The way you talked; walked; your hair; eyes; lips; everything. I wanted to get far, far away from you. You were horrible, and a monster, whose heart was long broken and shattered by forces unknown. You; my monster, who judged everything about me. Who told me I looked ugly everyday, or that I needed to lose weight; anything that would put me down. You made me want to hurt myself on the outside to match the pain I felt on the inside; because of you. Your eyes are vacant, and ugly; a beast who long lost their soul to something so dreadfully horrible. Though you hated me, you were kind to everyone else, and everyone just used you. I watched them use you as you tried to make friends with them, walk with them before school. An ugly smile tried to paint itself on your pale lips as a scratchy laugh tried to escape your twisting lips. Your words were like knives in my chest and bells in my head, always ripping off the scab as soon as it started to heal, causing the scar to become deeper and deeper each day you spoke with venom dripping from your lips. The venom suffocated me in a thick black liquid that I couldn't escape, no matter how hard I tried. For a while I was able to use a razor to cut through your words and ease the pain, only to find myself drowning it it again. You were an inescapable net that I couldn't cut through. You were always there; waiting for the right time to strike and catch me like a snare. You were a demon, made of hate and pain, put together like an ugly angel whose wings were broken. If you would have just left, everyone would have been better off without you. No one liked you in the least; except for maybe your family. As you tried to impress everyone, you only put me down and you buried me deep within the depths of nothing. No one could see me and I wanted you dead because of it. Each day you grew more evil and more foul and I tried to run away from you, but your fingers were like nails pounded into my bones by the strongest hammer; there was no way to leave. No place to go. But as horrid as you were, I didn't want you to leave. I grew up only knowing your hateful words and your suffocating venom and they became a part of me. You, my ugly demon, became a part of me, and letting you go was harder than I thought. Because, if I lost you, my demon, who am I? I'd change completely into someone that I'm not even used to. I was so used to you putting me down every day, even after all I had gone through, I still wanted you there. And if you went away, then people could see the true me. I could come out of my shell; and then what? What would they think of me? I'd just get more demons to put me down; ones even worse than your vile words. If I have to live with a demon for the rest of my life, I at least want to live with a demon that I know. Ah, but you were being twisted. You were just as broken as me; you skipped the same meals or made the same cuts or faked the same smiles. You and I are alike in so many ways. We bled the same blood and breathed the same air, yet for some reason, neither of us could respect each other as human beings because even a human being isn't close to being human. Words you threw upon me tore through my mind until they found the perfect place to make its home for the rest of our lives, and both of us would forever carry that with us. We'll both have the same scars in the end. But the biggest bully I'm fighting is the one that will always stay there, because you; I can't get away from you. I can't hide from you. The scars and the pain will always be there; though it can be numbed by friends and family, but it will always be there. I had seen things that no one should have seen and yet you take it upon yourself to rub salt into the still healing wound. And I tried to tell myself that I loved you, and I tried to earn some self respect but that wasn't working; because every time I looked in the mirror I saw you standing there, beaten and bruised, yelling at me: wake up. And to think all this time you were only trying to tell me to wake up. Because; the truth is, I'm never going to get away from you; my demon. Never. For you have always been a part of me. You were always there, just when I was young enough you never came out. Or maybe you used to be happy too, but just turned evil along the way. We share the same smile, the same laugh, the same tears, because the only bully I have is me. My memories and thoughts. The person who bullies me most is the person in the mirror. So, I will never let you go, because if I do, I'm letting myself go. You are me, and I am you. I still can't believe all this time you were only telling me to wake up.
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