I recently had the chance to observe my colleague Ms. Lemon actively guiding her seniors through the completion of a slam poetry unit. I’m posting sample below for your pleasure. Watch for more soon. Thanks Shanti and Brienne .
Learning how to ask by learning where to look. Between creases of the puzzle pieces that are what we think we are and who we can’t help being while believing what we want to be true but only you can answer life’s unanswered question.
Slipping, gripping, tripping on our own lies blinded by our own eyes and yet the world still tries to answer life’s unanswered question.
Emotions churning, yearning, burning ocean of possibility perpetually in purgatory pretending to be perfect and yet the perfect person cannot answer life’s unanswered question.
Molding our faces to fit into the spaces between society’s parentheses but is that really where we should want our faces to be? Caught between two unforgiving lines like a bird denied flight denied light denied everything right?
We trust lust, but let’s break away from the restraints and leave behind burdened hearts to float away. Let’s stroke the velvet of the sky and carve our dreams into the surface of the stars forgetting the scars of regretting and letting that unanswerable question fade into the depths of our inner oceans, for why carry it on our shoulders?
Whether we’re hideous or witty or effortlessly pretty we all have the same final destination. But what gets me is that sensation of being stuck in a box, being crushed by society’s desires and wants, pushed to its bottom by the weight of a generation terrified of imperfections, and yet the perfect person cannot answer life’s unanswered question.
The question’s been asked a thousand times in different ways at different times and whether it is truth or lies the answer never answers why
A word that we hear all the time
But we brush it off as if it were easy to define
The last thing you do before your life is taken away
Now you put it into perspective
And it becomes a word too heavy to weigh
The cold tingly sensation
The numb frozen emotion
A tender heart gone bitter
By all this man made commotion
This word, these letters on a page
This print, this font
What a big difference it’s made
How can a five letter word leave you breathless?
How can a five letter word bring you to tears so fast there’s no time for second guesses
A bigger picture so vast we can barely believe it
A sentimental value that so precious it can leave you empty
Leaving you broken, an empty cookie jar
Able to caress your darkest feelings, a bitter chocolate bar
Corrupted minds, egos, bodies and souls
Guiltless acts, evil dilemmas
Psychotic illusions and heartless molds
How can someone be left with no compassion
No dignity, no respect
No guilt, no regret
How can a person do that though?
Have we really stooped that low?
That the drop of blood of one brings us peace
That the drop of blood of another brings us pleasure.
Hope from the ones who seek for more
Faith from the ones who feel remorse
Light from the ones who give a damn
The need to overpower and be in command
To guide the lost souls back to what’s right
To fix the delusions created by man
Because death is a word we hear too often
A word we have forgotten to fear
A word beginning to soften