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Fuck Yeah Slam Poems!

February 2012

22 posts

writingifuckinglike: If You Buy An Old Polygraph At a Swap Meet, Do Not Break It Out At a Party by Derrick Brown When I first brought the thing home I had no idea it would change me for the better. Honesty is a wide shot of a movie lot. Now, I cannot trust lovers or anyone with curly hair. The clerk at my supermarket wants my life. The hairdresser keeps looking at my neck and then the scissors...

“I’ve never been in the military but I have this purple heart I got it from...”

– Rudy Francisco, My Honest Poem (via carnivorouspitcherplants)

“When my body had forgotten its purpose, when it just hung off my brainstem like...”

– “December,” Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via clavicola)

“There is nothing rational about love. Love, love stutters when it gets nervous,...”

– Rudy Francisco (via yourveryfleshshallbeagreatpoem)

“You are always ticking inside of me and I dream of you more often than I don’t....”

– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via human-thedeathdance)

“Did you know that the metronome inside of us quickens when telling a lie? I...”

– Megan Falley (via wingspan)

thrustingcupcakes: Now my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered bible it is the one verse you can trust so I’m putting all of my words in the collection plate I am setting the table with bread and grace my knees are bent like the corner of a page I am saving your place -Maybe I Need You, Andrea Gibson

Derrick Brown - All Lost In The Supermarket

At the supermarket an employee had taken the stock photography from the picture frame and put a slightly blurry picture of his garage rock band in it. I wanted to tell the scraggly mom in the frozen section. I wandered the market and couldn’t get myself to speak to anyone. It seemed like such a tiny ‘screw you’ that only the employee would know about, but I had noticed and felt...

January 2012

20 posts

southernfriedvegetarian: “To carve your name onto the trophy of the floorless. To spit-shine it for eternity. To become not why your father drinks, but what brings him on a chariot of tremors to drink again. To sign up for the obituary circus: Come see the magical, the ones who do what others cannot. See the Exhaust Swallower. The Dangling Acrobat. The Blue-Finned Mermaid who floats face down...

“Think of the firefly, beating its bright pulse. Think of the firefly smashed...”

– “The Light Inside Us.” April Ranger. (via carrierudzinski)

Exit Here.: Reprise: For Lone Girls Who Have... →

faerytalebeginnings: By Jeanann Verlee. One your first date, do not hand him your vagina, polished and thirsty. Do not allow him to rub your back or your shoulders. Do not overdrink. When he offers to come home with you, do not think of your ex-lover’s chest. How it peeked from behind the open neck of a pressed J. Crew buttondown. How you still masturbate to this. Over dessert, do not think...

“I will latch on like a deadbolt to a door and tell you it is only because I...”

– Miles Walser, A Sonnet of Invented Memories (via hush-little-fuckup)

Stevie Edwards - What I Mean by Ruin Is...

grammatolatry: “When there’s only condiments left in the fridge and you join a free online dating service so men will buy you dinner. When you’ve shucked the night with the dull blade of indecision and gulped down everything, even the pearls. When some old, left-handed love has left your guitar strung backwards and you can’t find any songs for rain in its frets. When you wake up next to the...

“You watch a sunset too often, it just becomes six p.m. You make the same...”

– Phil Kaye, Repetition (via hush-little-fuckup)

“We cannot continue to turn ourselves in for the mess we left when we tried...”

– Buddy Wakefield (via pressley)

“If I had my way we’d sleep every night all wrapped around each other like...”

– William S. Burroughs (via helengeorgia)

“Trying to let go of you is like trying to spit out my teeth before the...”

– Derrick Brown, ‘The Return of Christ’ (via strangelight)

“My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go”

– Anis Mojgani (via eleventwelvepm)

December 2011

19 posts

yourveryfleshshallbeagreatpoem: There is a point when tears don’t work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers. I miss You so much some days that I beg for the airplane to crash with just enough time in the freefall for scribbling “I Love You” across my chest. That way – when they find my burning breast plate – they will tell You how the very last thing I did...

“Once, I mounted my friend’s horse bareback because I wanted to know how it felt...”

– Stevie Edwards, “After the 2012 Apocalypse” (via gotflavorlikeicecream)

MEGAN FALLEY ON INDIEFEED- LISTEN! →

meganfalley: 25,498 DAYS SINCE I LAST SAW YOU Years later, did you look for my name on the bookshelves? Flip to the back cover to see if I’m still pretty, how many kids I have, if I mentioned you? I am not what I once was. My spine: curlicue and scoliosis from crescent moons you bent in to me. Skin: sunset and jaundiced from a daffodil you once rubbed across my cheek. Hair: silver as a daydream...

"When a black man says that you are pretty….for a... →

yourveryfleshshallbeagreatpoem: He will nod his head He will say this with a chuckle in the basement of his throat As though words like these Are not smoking pistols That wound the self-esteem of women who wear midnight on their skin He will smile As if he is almost But not quite willing to excuse the amount of Africa stomping inside of your DNA What he’s saying Is that there is a railroad on...