Please note: Given that this work is spoken word, I would much rather have uploaded a video of myself performing the poem rather than a transcript of it. However, this option isn't available on deviantART. Rather than reading it, I would encourage you to instead watch a video of me performing the poem, which can be found HERE (click). Thanks a lot!
I met you under waterfalls
Ablaze, and like lovers do
We carried each other to the river's gait
And swam together.
Our hair tangled, we fused spines
Our ribs embraced in criss crossed lines
And we owned satellites and stopped off often
Flying boats
And together singing through the sky se
The dawn sky sweats animal city workers from
Two-bedroomed cages, with daily bread and
Threatened wages; vacuous and incomplete,
They walk on cardboard cut-out legs,
Hollow heads and hollow-eyed,
And cry under umbrellas
Until romance fills their fish-tank glasses
With swimmingly and
Glistening.
Yet in a clamshell heat haze, they
Throttle love with too tight suits
And the internet, and office hours;
Electric showering under
Bazaars of machine-made crap with brands.
And when the fish-tank glasses leak,
It's back to glutinosity; walking graves
With crumbling names,
Locked forever in the graveyard.
I have been lying in the fields near my house for hours, listening to the flowers as they sing to me. The percussive rattling of leaves being shifted by the wind is interwoven throughout their song, rising and falling on my chest as I draw in the musical air. It glides down my throat and takes over me. I'm in bed with nature, and it's a considerate lover, whispering sweet nothings in my ear: the rhythmic scuttling of spiders and subdued swishing of parachutist petals gliding smoothly around and to the ground.
Occasionally, I readjust my arm or reposition my leg, but for the most part, I lie still, contented with being alone and listening to
When I was seven, I tried to commit suicide. Everything was dark, except the floor, a long way beneath me. My feet dragged me towards the edge of the building. All that I knew was that it was windy, and getting windier by the second, my neck was quite itchy, and I was about to die.
"Ring a ring a rosies,
A pocket full of posies,
"A-tishoo! A-tishoo!"
We all fall down!"
I was never really a child. I had a childhood, and I looked like a child, but inside I was more like a machine. I did what I was told to do: I functioned.
"Survival is an instinct built into every animal on this planet: See prey, chase prey, pounce. Dinner. A cheetah woul