"the title says it all,"
she says, breaking the fourth wall.
"i was with a guy,
i know i know, so cliche,
but he really took my breath away."
the audience laughs,
she continued on,
"he told me all these enhancing things,
and at first i didn't know what to think.
the first date was a disaster,
i spilt wine all over my dress,
and the second went a little better,
but the third one was the best."
the audience anticipated the rest,
"on the 29th of September,
he got sick,"
her breath hitched,
"he told me not to worry,
as he layed in that hospital bed,
hooked up to so many tubes,
he'd say anything to get these thoughts out of my head.
he told me he knew all along,
that he had one month left to live,
i broke to a million pieces,
'but it was so worth it,'
he said lovingly as he coughed his last cough.
i thought of nothing else but the way he looked
hooked up like some middle school kid's science project,
and now here i am,
at this amazing poetry slam,
telling you all my story,
because it could be days, weeks, or even years until you discover your forever,
but for me,
mine was simply a month to remember."
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
He cut to deep
now she is scarred
that scar has a story and here it starts.
A usual love story but it was quite different
Their love wasn't love it was
lust
it was a deep feeling down in their gut
and those "l
o
v
e
r
s "
did what "l
o
v
e
r
s "
do
day and night they stayed by each others side
not knowing all those I love yous were lies
of course, then it came to what everybody does best
then they started making l
o
v
e
every night and day
then he told her that everything he said was fake,
and all he wanted to do was take her virginity away
he left her in tears
he did not care
she started to feel sick
come to find out she was pregnant,
pregnant with his child
the person she hates
now she hates that baby
and says he is a mistake
that baby is her scarred mistake
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
"goodbye"
you whisper goodbye
the words quite could not come out
all they hear was your breath blowing in their soft ear
"goodbye"
you whispered again
saying them words
is like a mouth full of poison
it's killing you as you speak
such bitter-sweet don't you think
your mouth was numb
you could no longer speak
"g-g-goodbye"
you stutter
not wanting it to be your last
it's so repulsive yes I know
saying those words then letting go
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
The world is now black and white
her eyes were stripped from the happy sight
her arms and thighs were filled with depressions art
her mind was filled with society heart
her tears were filled with her insincerity
her mouth was filled with a ton of lies
Her heart was no longer alive
people told her she would be just fine
she looked at them and started to cry
she whispered into their ear
don't you cry when I'm no longer alive
so hears my last goodbye
she picked up the gun
put it to her head
pulled the trigger
now she is laying dead
in front of them
Dyana williams
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
i told my therapist about you,
while your lips were still slathered alllll over my body.
i showed her the places we had been,
and all the things we had seen.
i told her what lies underneath that pretty
pretty
skin of yours,
and i told her how i knew.
i spelt out your name as she scribbled it on her cute little clipboard,
i told her about the first night
and the second
and the fourth
and that time in the closet.
i told her everything,
i really just wanted to get
you
out
of my brain,
it didn't matter if saying these things put me in sososo much pain.
because you've moved on so why can't i?
i told my therapist about you,
but i still can't tell you
goodbye.
i know i'm s t u p i d,
for holding on this l
o
n
g,
i know it's useless,
for wishing you weren't gone.
but my words carry on like a heartbeat
s l o w
steady
fast
u s e d
n t a y
i keep keep keep breaking and breaking and breaking and
i told my therapist about you.
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
You dont really know her
you dont know anything
not a thought that sans her brain
not the reason she screams in vain or,
why she carvs depression art into the black canvas
called her arms
you dont know the memories that cross her mind
dont say you know her if you dont know what
happens behind the fake smile
Dyana Williams
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
You flip through the pages of my book you're looking for that certain page
to finish your search
But all you could find is Pages blank not even a drop of ink
Right then and there you knew it was a perfect book to put an end to
you put my book on a shelf
and looked at it
and thought I could use some help
You wrote and wrote into those blank lines and into my mind
you wrote that you loved my book
but we all knew that was a lie you said you love the way my pages were formed
and how ink wrote on them so perfectly
you said my title was observed but you loved all the tiny little curves
you put me back on the shelf
and said I no longer need your help you lost your interest
and now all I do is sit on a old dusty Shelf
I sat with many other books
the one on the left her title was I'm not good enough
the one on the right her title was the Lone Wolf
And mine a young girl in a lonely world
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
There was this young girl,
beautiful to the eye.
everyone loved her but they didnt know why.
Her eye were gray,
dull but bright,
sad but happy
she never knew why.
But then there came this evil conniving narcissistic monster
who stole her beautiful and kept it as his own.
He did not care nor did he love
but then broke and loved himself
because the soul he stole
from that beautiful girl loved him and no one eles
she said his eyes distracted her as they pull her in,
as if she was a magnet
she could no longer speak
an innocent body of a beautiful girl
layed on the cold wet floor
the rain it washed the blood away
now she is living within him going insane
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 1:55 PM UTC