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taylor roff Jan 2014
sounds slide slowly
past palaces pitted
against aggressive
kings
          constantly
killing
           cowardly
farmers franticly falling
towards towers
of
endless eroding
pillars piled
with intentions of a sinister nature
built only to lead fools to die in a room with no light
taylor roff Dec 2013
There is a coat on my door
To whom it belongs to at this point is uncertain
But it is there
There is room here
How much can be put in this space is unknown
But there is room
There is words on pages in books on shelfs in my room
I am not too clear on how they got there
There is a certain sweetness to salt
But I can't quit describe it
taylor roff Nov 2013
Slam poetry makes me sick
Literature is the art of the unwashed masses for the simple fact that all you need to have to unlock the magic in a string of words was two eyes and the power to read
Then some selfish ******* decided that he needed more attention
So he created poetry that had to be listened to
And had to be spoken by the author to ensure all attention was pointed his way
Of course once the attention grabbing power of this cookie cutter poetry was revealed to every intellectually overcompensating , coffee drinking, moped riding, fashion statement making *******
Ever coffee shop, book store, street corner and city park was full of pointing fingers and raised voices and whispering
Stomping feet and any other gimmick to keep onlookers from noticing that everything they were hearing was recycled compost
Punctuation was flying everywhere
And the worst part is this brain killing monster ***** good free-thinking poets into its sinister grips
It is time for a revolution
A revolt
A Renaissance
Stop listening to slam poetry
Slap anyone who try's to make it
Tell strangers doing it to shut the **** up
Thank you
taylor roff Sep 2013
Stiff tasting lopsided residual panic attacks
Violate coarsely woven wool safety blankets
The tingling sensation of being alive filters through but does not touch The tops of smoke-filled trenches Built not for protection but for inspection
taylor roff Aug 2013
Woman with run in her stockings
Man in straw hat
Too many dogs
Homeless woman crosses street three times
Cigarets get smaller
Beers seem to be endless
Doll dropped by child is not recovered
Over dressed
Under social pressure
Man asks me to return his girlfriends tampons
Aggressively decline
7:32 drunk
taylor roff Aug 2013
Silence is dangerous
Imagination is fear driven
Waiting is second to anxiety
I hate you
taylor roff Aug 2013
Red tinted windows and satin flow from imaginary holes in skin that show all impurities
Its ok to look
Lift eyes from your book
Money is greatly appreciated
But can be over looked
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