Last week I did my first open mic night at 57 West (Downtown by the fire station).
I loved it. I loved watching people watch me and absorb my words. It was liberating, like peeing in the shower. :)
I can't wait to perfrom again. I met a lovely poet mother named Julie Jade. She's as real as they come.
this is the piece that I performed..it's quite dramatic!
Beating Heart
Beating heart hits floor
It beats no more.
Shatters into pieces, unable to be mended
Promises of happy endings have all been rescinded.
Food, sleep, and sanity are distant illusions
The only guarantee now is unpleasant confusion
Help is nowhere in sight. It’s been denied, not delayed
I believe that death probably feels this way
In this eerie hospital with love as my disease
Hearing funeral music played on organ keys
Chest wide open, doctors around, I see nothing but white
On the operating table desperately holding on to life
Patient could not be revived.
Lovers rarely survive.
Close the lids to my eyes.
It’s over.
Now hear reads my eulogy
I blame this on the fool in me
You fed me that strange fruit that made me feel entitled
To the lusts of my body, while ignoring signs so vital
The innocence was lost like Adam and Eve in the Bible
Our love stopped as suddenly as the death of Michael
All I hear are shrieks, cries, and then deafening silence
Our heartbreak speaks of only lies, turbulence, and violence
The pain, it roars, as loud as thunder
My heart keeps no beat, there is no drummer.
My youthful heart you ate in monster-like gore.
My sheets are stained with hate, blood, lies, and remorse
Tears and hearts sound no different when hitting the floor.
A bad romance, accompanied by a haunting score
Will now sing me to sleep as I close my dying door
For this beating heart, shall beat no more.
