Wild Kindness
compiled by Bryan Drey
a howling in my chest
but I've lost my way
they said I couldn't sing
she sang about getting physical
who are these voices?
the powers of silence
It was all about the hair down to here
he had cut his hair like the men in church
in spite of its own Buddha nature
I dedicate myself to the...
to the tender love and caresses
I wish for you sunshine
remember your hope for tomorrow
Oh my spotted heart
but what's their meaning if I hide them?
she creates in the blind alleys
created by devotion
till the dream seemed real enough to chew
I'm going to offer you my very best CRAP
they seemed to be searching
they're all straight on the outside
I'm so tired....Why?
I'm rarely less than exhausted
I have a juicey ass
the girl whom God didn't love with hair like mine.
You realize we aren't inherently better
but don't bury me in the process
now THAT'S what I'm talking about
but let's keep talking....I don't aspire to be
anything else. It's in God's hands.
Still I rise. You may write me down in history,
with your bitter twisted lies
they said our hands are at stake
you'll see friends die...
being right means not being left,
all of this in order to become
that took its toll
There comes a time for remembrance
for those who sacrificed all
My brother & I finally together
born into chaos we emerged
but when you reached into the depths of
your soul...you found nothing
cry when I heard a shooting star
there was no stronger love, I then
felt God flick the switch.
You are sexually submissive,
What were you wearing? YES!
Yes! Kisses and hugs!
That's very clever of me
yes my skin is soft
I hate hugging strangers...
I feel guilty for that
I can't help myself
I don't know...
it's hard to explain
we are all made of shipwrecks
we only have what we remember
My name is "What's her face"
Sometimes I want to die
to most, suicide is a tragedy
to me it means to be free
Isn't it beautiful?
It's terrifyingly BEAUTIFUL
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
This is all going to end in
oblivion
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
Compilation Poem for May 12, 2016
Compilation
Poem
May 12th
2016 Eniten Bakery
Outliers
by Caroline
1st time to SFYOM night
A
collection of artist
gathered
on the shore
straining
from the Patriarchy
we find our
listing gravity
A concert
of the mind
paintings
and symbols crash
we tell the
stories of sanities
while
others turn to ash
Jumping
into darkness
Mavericks
of the damned
Stories
born of panic
words
defying death
So here's
to the artists
our golden
starlight shines
Straining
from the patriarchy
we find our
being--gravity.
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Compilation Poem May 5, 2016
For this week's compilation poem, I took the third word of (almost) every piece that was read. The first set of words is the third words in the order they came. The second is the poem I quickly devised from those words. Please feel free to create another found poem based on these words and we will publish it here on the SFYS blog! I may write another one as these words press on my brain.
The Words:
door approaches Wednesday held her mix told pass into cheese aren't from it cat told shall the that to the in ma-ma girls
A New Initiative Called Brianna Writes Happy Poems
Told her door approaches,
the cat shall pass
into that cheese
Wednesday held.
It [isn't] told to mix in girls
from the ma-ma.
Compiled by Marianne Hales Harding
The Words:
door approaches Wednesday held her mix told pass into cheese aren't from it cat told shall the that to the in ma-ma girls
A New Initiative Called Brianna Writes Happy Poems
Told her door approaches,
the cat shall pass
into that cheese
Wednesday held.
It [isn't] told to mix in girls
from the ma-ma.
Compiled by Marianne Hales Harding