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June Poetry Slam

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Photo by Abby Johnson.

Insecure
Finger upon finger
hand upon hand
Suddenly wearing the mask
concealing all loneliness


My mind often falters
to questionable insecurities
Who am I
Why am I here


From the grabbing of unnecessary skin
to stretch marks in the shape
of adolescence clouds
I gasp


I beg to be held
like a new born baby
in the arms of a gratified mother
Filled completely and utterly
in awe.

- Jorja Campbell / @jorjacampbell / @jojiwrites


Solitude
I long to be elsewhere
adoring the frightening exposure
of complicated emotions
understood cautiously


Beyond a forest
of vast wildlife
I plead for solitude
erasing all existence


To soon to discover
to understand
the sense of approval
eliminating all judgement


I will be whole
without another
inlove
with another.

- Jorja Campbell / @jorjacampbell / @jojiwrites


Odyssey
The sun was rising I saw the light
It touched my skin and started to fade
A golden shimmer in the eyes
It was warm and It was bright
I felt it in my fingertips
The aching and the rushing risk
Still I took it and survived
That was the day I came alive
Soon I felt it in my feet
The rushing, aching, stinging heat
With every step I felt it more
That was the day they touched the floor
It went on like this a long time
Then I found something they call it rhyme
Soon it got under my skin
I felt my heart beating again
It was aching and stinging with every word
And soon I felt as if I was heard
I would never share it no
It was mine not to be shown
Kept it underneath my bed
Only I knew what it really said
Wasn't about love
Wasn't about life
It was about me and how I survived
There came a time where It was gone
The world was dark and I felt alone
Would tell no one no I never would
I felt something that couldn't be good
An aching and scratching in my head
Turning from side to side in my bed
It wouldn't leave me night and day
Why can't someone just take It away?
Thousands of needles stuck inside
Please show me a place outside my own mind
- Megan Sonja / @megxica


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It’s an empty feeling  of seeing your direction,
But still feel lost
Knowing exactly what you want,
But still question it
Always finding myself trying to convince the mind body and soul to be one
But when i feel soulful,
I feel mindless
When I’m trying to be mindful,
It don’t feel like my souls best.
Maybe i can see a piece of me,
Or a different me,
Within others because subconsciously,
I’ve lost majority of me.
Now i feel constantly exiled
Rarely actually feeling satisfied
And from time to time i can feel nothing but agony behind my souls cry.
It’ll be self suicide if i deny that when i feel my lowest,
I close my eyes  and envision spreading the wings to my soul and just fly beyond the reflection of the sky.

- Oshane Levy / @ATGrain

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It's as if society always label and criticize  everything. They commercialize things, from fashion to art, to condition the brain to keep up with its top trends. They use false perception to get u to idolize the rich, as if most of us are cable of acting rich. But due to the implemented pressure of fitting in, the easily influenced will conform all because the media made it seem like that always been the norm. Some will rather lose a part of themselves, their individuality, just for the momentary attention. We spend all this money just to brand ourselves as if we weren't unique to start off with. And when one  trend end another begin. And of course, society forces some to keep up. As if they will be shun from the world if they publicize an old trend. We try to keep up with something The old generation outgrew, but in a businessman eyes, to the current generation, this is something new.
Add a few symbols with a deeper meaning and revealing a hidden agenda so the public slowly accept and eventually they'll promote it as merely fashion, as merely art. Fashion, art, music, all propaganda used in the old times right before war. We demoralize the enemy with inaccurate information so people will slowly welcome the annihilation or support the rise of unequal, unjust implementations.

- Oshane Levy / @ATGrain

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