Words from the Wind (Poetry by Mariah): Graffiti Hearts

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Please excuse the comma splices, tense changes, verbosity, etc. I was just a youngin' and now I realize the error of my grammatical ways. Plus, I preferred the flowery and descriptive writing styles of the early 19th century and beyond rather than the short, journalistic post-Hemingway-style of writing. I love intense imagery and descriptions in general. Still deciding whether I should edit my old poetry for grammar mistakes or take the Beatnik approach and fuck it.

Disclaimer: I only wrote/write on bad days. Grand days have never inspired me enough to write as I've always used writing as an outlet. A majority of my poetry is angsty, dark humored, or depressing, however, I don't have depression, and I'm not self-destructive or suicidal by any means. My writing is mostly a tenfold representation of the kind of day I was having at the time. Embellishing the realities of my bad days on paper helped turn them into good days. Not sticking my head into an oven anytime soon (or ever, actually). :P +10 points if you got the reference.

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Friday, April 4, 2008

Graffiti Hearts

(Meant to be spoken word or "slam" poetry to be spoken between an andante and moderato tempo [around 100BPM])

Emo heart--
Tortured, battered matter.

Graffiti on a blackboard,
Left like I left you.

Coincidence--
Fate--
Lawless, spineless love.

Beat -- 2, 3, 4.

Graffiti on a blackboard,
Nothing ever there.

Beat -- 2, 3, 4.

Nails on a chalkboard,
Shall I speak now?

Beat -- 2, 3, 4.

Nail 2 the heart--
Blood escapes now.

Beat -- 2, 3, 4.

Hard on the heart--
Life pressed against it.

Beat -- 2, 3, 4.

Shout, whisper, hum.

Kiss, smooch, grope.

Tickled pink and voiceless.

Happy, yet dead inside.

Noiseless heart speaks loud.

Tremors of the heart and
Terrors of the minded.

Beat -- 2, 3, 4.

Silence.

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