Knots woven tight
Unwound with a wound
Sharp words reflect soul
Dissonant, once attuned
A bond now a shame
Any sympathy doomed
That's all there'll ever be
Future plans marooned
#SlamWords#58thEdition#encore - Round 10
Dessicated heart
Lost in desert
Shriveled
Stumbling
Collapsing
Drop of compassion
Rains down
Another drop
And another
Drinking it in
Another drink
And another
Pulse hydrated
I'm alive
#SlamWords#58thEdition#encore - Round 7
"There's nothing to do around here but get bored."
"Wanna incite another World War?"
"No, after the 1st ten, I've realized they never learn. Same old, same old."
"Okay, well, there's a black hole nearby. Wanna go for a swim?"
"Fine."
#SlamWords#58thEdition#encore - Round 6
From the window
Watching
Porcelain mannequin
Collecting dust
No more
Shattered skin
Freeing soul within
Explore
Ignore
Envy
#SlamWords#58thEdition#encore - Round 4
His love was more powerful than any drug; more awakening than caffeine, more inebriating than alcohol, more addictive than cocaine. It consumed her till only little remained of her soul. What else did she expect when she fell in love with Hades?
#SlamWords#58thEdition - Round 9
A fantasia of colors, images, then words greet me as soon as my mind drifts to sleep. To string the words together is the goal, for in them is the story I need to write. These dreams are rare; anxiety and doubt cloud even the imaged sun.
#SlamWords#58thEdition - Round 10
She focused on the task at hand, but her chest got heavier. Her breathing quickened. Prickles rolled over her skin, scalp to toes. Anxiety's sweat matted her hairline. By the time she made it to her bed, the walls of melancholia closed in.
#SlamWords#58thEdition - Round 8
"Playing together was our nirvana."
"What did I do?"
"You did it without me. Aha, I knew it! Guilt's all over your face."
"I'm sorry, I—"
"Now, I... What? You beat my score! Way to kick my libido when it's already out for the count."
#SlamWords#58thEdition - Round 7
To prioritize the self is taboo.
"What about what they need? What about how they feel? How can you be so selfish?"
But if loving oneself doesn't come first, all that remains is a totem of hollowness.
#SlamWords#58thEdition - Round 6
I am a pro at the game of repression. Does a wave of dread crash into me every time I don't deal with the issues? Do I lie awake at night, worried about my unconscious bursting?
I'm a pro. I know what I'm doing. But I don't know how to stop.
#SlamWords#58thEdition - Round 5