Performance Poem

Death and destruction Heartbreaks and pain
Lost in the shadows of a world unknown
Waiting to be found,
Deep in the corner.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW.
Scared and lonely,
Broken and confused.
I cry,
I weep.
Close my eyes.
Succumb to sleep.
I remember,
It was once such a nice world.
But now it’s lost,
Scream into my pillow.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW.
Love is no longer there,
Tears running down my face.
Eyes red,
Hours spent weeping.
Why,
WHY.
Must this always happen to me.
I just want to be happy,
Just this one time.
I scream to the sky,
Hands in air.
Signaling to be noticed.
FIND ME,
FIND ME NOW
Hahaha now I’m found...

1) The voice described in my poem is one of hate, fear, and sorrow. Screaming to be found, describing acts of weeping, and feeling lost.
2) I plan to put an emphasis on the anger, with the find me now parts. I will be screaming, and softening my voice as needed.
3)I will incorporate a lot of fist shaking, and gestures to saddness, facial features.
4)I'm frighten that I will make a fool of myself. Although I look forward to being different.
5)The voice, and gestures brings a livelyness to the poem, and makes it more of its own. By raising my voice with anger, than lowering it to sadness. Fists to the sky with anger. And So on

I Feel Like Dying - Lil' Wayne

Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)

Yeah, hello...Get lifted...
Yeah, I get lifted
Yeah, yeah, so get lifted... yup! Haha...

I am sittin' on the clouds, I got smoke comin' from my seat
I can play basketball with the moon, I got the whole world at my feet
Playin' touch football, on marijuana street
Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleets
Get high, so high, that I... feel... like... lying
Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'cause...
(I feel like dying)

Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)

Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis the Thirteenth
Jumpin' off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine
I'm at the top of the top, but... still I climb
And if I should ever fall, the ground would then turn to wine
Pop, pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then...
(I feel like dying)

Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like...)

I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars
I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars
I have just boarded a plane, without a pilot
And violets are blue, roses are red
Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead
Wish I can give you this feeling... I feel like buying
And if my dealer don't have no more, then...
(I feel like dying)
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying
Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying

This song is how I was when I used drugs and alcohol, and it reminds me of where I came from.. As it mentioned a "Prisoner behind Xanax bars..." as in couldn't escape the drug. "I'm at the top, but still I climb..." I was always in search of a better high, a more happy place. Nothing was good enough. At the beginning "I got the whole world at my feet..." once long ago I thought that, but it was a lie to myself. Thats why I picked this song. This song takes me back to the beginning and the end of my life. Now I am happy to be sober, and not searching, not living on false hope, and I DON'T feel like dying.

Rhythmatic Neccesaties

Drugs, lies, and petty crimes.
Living in a world of mimes.
Of a new breed,
Living off a new need.
It’s a simple reason,
Arnold Benedict… we call it treason.
Turn my back to the past,
Start a new path.
Live a new life,
Pain cuts deep like a knife.
Just keep walking,
The lips are moving but no talking.
It’s a simple rhyme,
Tick tock goes the clock telling time.
Every second a babies born,
A person dies.
Watching as a grown man cries.
The agony of suffering,
Demons inside keep wrestling.
A need to escape,
I have to get out of my mind before it’s to late.
The buzzer sounds,
It’s to late.

My World

It was once you who I love
Now it is you who I hate
It all started from the start, my birth
I used to watch you, and think about you all day
Then slowly I started to fade away into the night
Wishing to sleep forever, because I’m full of fear


But is what keeps me walking, this fear
One of those is the fear to love
I say that because it may be fun until the night
Although sometimes we as humans unintentionally hate
Sometimes while sitting on my couch I review the day
Looking at all the evil things I have given life, given birth


As demonically evil, this spiritual birth
Lucifer brings an ever-burning insight to fear
But may a spirit of white metaphorically save the day
Into the mirror I see face, in his heart you see the pain of love
Into the mirror I see a face, in his eyes you see the flames of hate
Spreading his wings, disappearing into the night


Yet I feel that the moon shall not show this night
For the spirit of the Wicca child starts it’s birth
The lonely women afraid of the sorrow show’s her hate
Lasting the agony of the men’s fear
The lonely women lost her husband from lust to love
Until than she wishes for the time the Wicca child sees day


Why, o’ why does Satan rule this day
Asking my god to keep me safe for this night
The sailor’s spirit watches the bay in search of his love
A new day is bright of a blind babies birth
Again, yet again, Beelzebub leads his army of fear
For this, yes this, I despise this world full of hate


As this story comes to a close, feel the pain, the hate
As the day turns again to dusk, remember that lonely day
Once more look upon your history, feel the fear
As the sky turns purple, out come the spirits of the night
Remember in that hospital when the evil was given birth
Look upon your memories, one time this world knew love


But all of the love, is gone and turned to hate.
Those who have been there for the birth, they no longer live this day.
I look out my window at night, hearing the whispers in the shadows I grow fear.

NEVER HAD

Years ago a child was born,
When that child was born its heart was beating.
Years later that heart still beats,
It beats with fire.
That fire has grown to an explosion.
That explosion has ben confined in both heart and mid.
In its mind, past memories are hidden.
Those memories are of pain, and suffering, good and bad.
With those memories comes experience,
Experience is used to share with the world.
Helping those who struggle, because that child once struggled.
Those struggles, have made it strong.
With this strength brings a will to survive.
That will to survive allows him to thrive.
As long as he thrives he achieves his goal.
That goal was to be what its family never had.
What its family never had was a success.
And thats what that child is.