anyone who has read any of my posts since wed had to know this was coming!! i swear there aren't enough web sites for them (if there's any other than poetry slam ones; slamonrye.com etc. here, i'll just have to get down the words to one of their poems and THEN maybe you understand why they're so FRICKIN GOOD! heh

one of my personal favorites, let's hope i can get it all down...

(i have no clue what the heck the title is *shrugs*)

"There's a suicide every forty seconds
pain, is NOT, original
trauma is only at calm after your life sentence
and you can search any school, and you'd be surprised
how many kids carry guns and knives
but blacktop war zones aren't the only places where battles are fought,
ME? I'd rather kill myself BEFORE I got shot
because LIVING is the best form of REVENGE!
show someone else the hard way's an ivory path made from bones
that a microphone, is the best way to tell yourself
you're NOT alone!
There's a suicide, every forty seconds
and one of them, might have been a kid we spit poems to
at a high school, I've been expelled for what I wrote six years before
spitting poetry to kids, who have more kids than me
and in the back row I see a sullen girl
with a bruised face, spiked hair and coal rimmed eyes,
carving out a line of Prozac with a razor,
and she's a dead ringer
for the living ghost I fell in love with against the ash while walls
of my first mental hospital...
she had a cell, next to mine,
and I could hear her crying at night
saying on the outside, she used to be a writer
but now she carves my name into her arm with a shard of broken glass
that was when I knew, the alphabet could KILL you
so I'm stabbing students with secrets that shouldn't have been kept
like I was BEATEN for not learning the alphabet
my tongue was stiff and raw
I hadn't learned English yet
today, a kid in baggy clothes goes to shake my hand
on his own brown skin, is the shadow of death
it is the same sign, the same symbol as mine,
we are both from the same set
he's clad in baggy blue armor
eyes in awe of the poem I just spit
I'm nothing special kid, but if you take a piece of this poem with you
then don't die for the color blue
when handcuffs, scar your wrists, you'll find
YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!
use this, same alphabet and spit it
to the front row of the class where sits
a 15 year old kid, with his first safety pin piercing,
cystic acne and a black eye,
wearin' a columbine trench coat in the summer time!
this kid with his ripped wrist wrapped in gauze
this kid ignoring the teacher's speech about poetry and applause
this kid, who comes up to me
and shows me his first broken smile of the month, and he says
"Art, must be anything you can get away with."
he said, he feels poetry in the marrow of him bones
and now, he's gonna write his own when he gets home
kids get BURIED ALIVE!
lost in-between the lines I'd write so I wouldn't be
what I was afraid to become
'cause you can't EDIT what you write in BLOOD!
and when you're in the loony bin,
no one's ever gonna give you a pen, AGAIN!
every edge! every glass! even the plastic knives
are DULLED and NUMBED!
and when you're on a suicide watch in handcuffs
you can still bleed to death if you bite off your own tongue...
and then all you have left is your breath
every forty seconds
all I have left is my breath
every forty seconds
once an addict, a thief who doubts his repentance
and now a man who pens poems for penance
I've held one to many weapons in this hand
so now I grip a sword of ink
because even if I can't rewrite a lie
the four kids who died while we recited these lines
if I can save one kid, from shedding blood like I did
shackled by their own silence in the dark
we, are testaments that
SANITY has got NOTHING to do with art!!"

love it mwah haha *evil grin*

course, hearing it performed is another thing entirely...

:hehe:

nobody likes eh? sure, they're a bit...blunt? harsh? psychotic? yes, all these things and more. howz about i post a DIFF poem (by Jamie Kennedy, the REAL one) and see if anybody well.... C'MON PEOPLE, they're the best! lol...

my hands smell like kitchen cleaner stuff, yick, gross...

this poem makes me cry :cry: it's awsome...

"Grim Fairy Tale"

I tell my daughter
if a boy who will never be a man named Peter Pan
ever comes to your windowsill and knocks
and asks for your hand
to fly you off to Neverland

go.

You don't even have to leave a note
just float
away
cause tomorrowland
will never be better than today

life is a grim fairy tale
and she makes me, make believe

we build castle and towers out of pillows
full of invisible pigs and chickens
she paints bathtub walls with combs
like she's the next Picasso, Dali, or a two eared Van Gogh
she believes that mermaids swim with her
that dragons compete with airplanes on runways
that unicorns put the holes in Swiss cheese
and we hide from wolves under blankets of wool
and I make believe that I, can be here
forever

that parents, can stay together

that every snail you step on
has its own separate snail heaven
and the sorrow of angels makes rainy weather
and she dances in her red ruby slippers
and tells me
"Daddy! They're somewhere over the rainbow!"
When science tells us it's only a prism of refracted light
I say, darling, don't be afraid of the dark
because on the other side of the earth
fairies' wings are shimmering in the opening dawn light
the sun will always come out tomorrow
and Barbie will always get a date
the White Rabbit will always need a late pass
and every mirror you see is a looking glass
so hold onto your fantasies
like Frodo clutched onto his Ring
because the never-ending story will end someday

and she makes me, make believe

that a kiss will wake up any princess
when her mother
is a sleeping beauty I'll never wake up next to again...

that death
isn't the only happy end

so she teaches me to make it all UP!
because no matter how many nightmares
the boogieman can give you,
you can never dream enough!

just turn on the nightlight, and don't let the bed bugs bite
eat every apple every snake offers you
with rosary red lips red as Snow White's
dance with every Prince Charming you meet
because Cinderella never knows
when it's gonna hit midnight
and I make believe that I have all the time in the world
for my little girl

and she sits and talks to her imaginary friends
who I tell her are unlike any other
cause they last longer in the end
cause the rest, just have cooties!
and unless you have a forcefield, you're as good as dead!
my daughter can shoot me with a pen!
and balloon dogs still need to be fed
and she'd gonna make me believe in Santa Claus again!

I'm gonna cook up the eggs with the Easter Bunny
knock out my front teeth
cause if I put them under the pillow
the Tooth Fairy will hook me up
with some CASH MONEY!
and Willy Wonka golden tickets
and a map that tells me HOW to get to Sesame Street
when we fly Pegasus just you and I
I'll take you with me

cause your Daddy still lives in a world of fantasy
and you're my ivory key to the Secret Garden
of the secret of Nimph
where we have tea parties with the Mad Hatter

and if you ever fall down a rabbit hole
you don't have to call home
unless I can follow you down

every little girl's a princess already
they don't need to be bought crowns
she makes me, make believe
that she was a queen since birth
I as her father figure
can only enfold her in my arms
to defend her cocked arms
against Mother Earth

because life may BE a GRIM FAIRY TALE
but she makes me, make believe

to never let reality
tell you
what your imagination
is worth.

I'm here! lol sorry it took me awhile... :shine:
I like them, even though I have yet to actually see them perform (grrr)
I like the Tommy Hilfiger one the best though, it's funny.
(does he use the word "sheople" in that one?)

The "Grim Fairy Tale" one is so sweet... :yes:

yes he does, and it's called "brand whore" (or at least i believe so) i'll have to put it on here eventually, but it takes freaking forever to get all the lines down *shrugs*

i can't go see them at Berkley bc it's on wed and not thur!! grrr :cry2: stupid finals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *pouts* grrrr

i'm so flipping tired; SKYE SNORES!!! *snickers* i slept in my front room lol :lmao:

JAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ IS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!

mwah hahaha

"now i have nothing left to do but get high, and stare, at the cat...."

why are there no kitty smilies? *ponders*

i put a pic of the SK in my school's paper again *snickers* front page this time. now if only they'd come back to mogetto soz i could get some new pics!! *hint hint* :lalala:

:neene: smilies are fun

"jazz is the music you play when you want to convince someone you've had at least one year of college..." hehehe :lmao: it goes on from there heh heh

:laugh: :yay: :bye: :knight: :woot: :lalala:

yup, smilies are fun...maybe they just don't like animals, there aren't any dog ones either, so...

:bow: hail the Speed champion, lol

where is everyone else? They just don't appreciate SK, the jerkfaces :neene:

haha

so, are you gonna put the "brand whore" one in here now?

yea yea, i'm getting to it ;-)

i AM the Speed Queen!!! :king: MWAH HAHA :shine:

there was a slam at Berkley last night... and i couldn't go :cry2:

hehehe, oh well, there's always next time!

there, "grim fairy tale" is edited according to JK's book, so hopefully it's right lol

when i have all the time in the world, i'll post another poem... or perhaps once i've contacted them... *evil grin* we'll see shall we?

Those are brilliant!

I love 'Grim Fairy Tale'.

Brilliant.

Pure Brilliance.

You've created a new fan.

H*LL YEA! JamieK, be proud of me! i'm recruiting people!

meh hehehehe....

there's a link on slamonrye.com that should go to a site about em *nods*

No way! Another person! Yay Nobody! :yay:

"FUCK FICTION, this shit is fact..."

*cough* I'm sorry, but after reading a certain message, that was the first phrase that came to mind. and since it was by the SKs (SUICIDE KINGS) I figured I'd might as well share. After all, it's not as if anyone reads this thread.

I think that now I'll go post about Ginsberg, whom I read in my HONORS LIT class, and then work on my final paper for HONORS lit. Thank goodness the layout for the HONORS COMP magazine is finished so, as EDITOR IN CHIEF I don't have to stress anymore.

My friend Joshua said once that you should know all the rules before breaking them. And I have to admit, I just cannot f***ing wait to break every one of them (grammarically speaking that is). Woo fun.

tchao!

I really like the first one. With the suicide. It's really straight forward and I like stuff like that.