performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Invisibility Of A Name
I am not sure why I wrote this, partly it is how I believe people perceive me when the reality is completely different, although I do believe seriously that not many will notice this, and if they do may not see what it is really about, but the ones who do see it will feel very rewarded.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 10 hours ago in Poets
How will it end?
We’re halfway through a show I begged you to watch and I’m beginning to think it’s not up to me anymore. Not the tv rotation but maybe everything else. It’s all been laid out and kneaded and covered with saran wrap and you’re not supposed to wake it up too early for risk of eczema or whatever the bread equivalent is and does it even matter when all I could ever want is right in front of me? Days are passing like overloaded shipping containers and not one of them has my name on it. There’s no room for me anyway. My fingers aren’t strong enough to hang on since the incident. But where do I want to go? I’m right where I want to be and I’m not here at all. The frames on the walls are just out of place and my arms feel weaker than they did last week and I just don’t know if this is my decision to make or if it’s already been spelled out and erased and rewritten a thousand times. We’re inching closer to an ending with every sun that rises and sets. I don’t know where it goes when it’s not shining in my eyes. I don’t know what to do with the me that’s sitting right here. Are you watching? How do you think it ends?
By Olivia Dodgeabout 16 hours ago in Poets
