Fuck Yeah Slam Poems!

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November 2011

13 posts

allwecanbe: “For every person dragging travel-sized baggage Anyone who ever slipped up for one second And let what someone said about you Define you More than anything you ever said about yourself.” Jon Sands

“If I didn’t think it’d make me appear crazy still, I’d apologize to you for...”

– Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, After Reading Old Unrequited Love Poems (via grammatolatry)

Andrea Gibson - Activist

loverofstories: “In the middle of the Pacific Ocean there is a mass twice the size of Texas formed entirely from the trash of plastic. There is a four-hundred-pound sea turtle about to swallow what she thinks is a jellyfish. We say jellyfish have no hearts. We say we do. Jesus said “Forgive them father for they do not know what they are doing.” Is that true? Do we not know what we have done?...

Derrick Brown - The Long, Outstanding Saltation...

wingspan: In Chicago Their bones are bright and full of freezer burn All the bicycles in Chicago are drunk The lips of Chicago wrap around me in sausage skin The city is a heaving castle with asthma rising from a lake that does not end shoulders full of concrete black ice lift me up best people in the whole damn world 18 degrees outside and still barbecuing.

Anonymous asked: Could you post the words to Sierra DeMulder's Garden? I can't find them anywhere, and it's one of the most beautiful things I've ever hear; it reminds me of my grandmother.

Mindy Nettifee - When the Economy Was Booming

swingingaxes: “We used to masturbate to Radiohead or slide in some Nine Inch Nails and hook our thumbs around the jutting hip bones of some skinny messy boy. The world was ours enough at least to piss and puke and fuck on. We repeated favorite mistakes like solid gold records, spun our wheels in thrift store stilettos, dotted vanilla extract on our wrists. We erased the muscle memories of our...

Jeanann Verlee - Plum

swingingaxes: “I kept him in a birdcage in my closet for months brought him rice and seeds (when I remembered) sometimes water, a sip of warm soda once, as I was pulling tulips from the rose bed, he escaped returned days later in silk lavender, unfurled his smile like a clothesline full of crisp spring bed sheets that night I cut a small incision under my left breast, stuffed two fingers...

fuckyeahanismojgani: her kiss a shovel -anis mojgani she dresses herself in a mystery curses soap when she bathes she lets the water pour over her body alone and only washes her hair there are many bodies that tremble between his trees he wants to bury them inside that graveyard she pulls over her shoulders he wants to push his fingers through her skin swallow her whole the dogs outside walk...