I've decided to go back into the Lauren slam poetry archives and post some of the stuff I'm prepping to read. Ack! It's been a long long time since I've been on stage so I'm a little rusty, and more than a little scared. (Read: Scared shitless) However I figure, these days I don't have much to lose. These don't translate exactly...I mean, they are meant to be spoken word...but ah, well.
"It's a new dawn, it's a new day...and I'm feelin' good"
I shouldn't have signed online today.
I shouldn't have succumb to my ever multiplying addiction to facebook.
I should have stayed alert! Stayed safe! from the viral smack that courses its way off my screen, into my finger tips ,through my veins into my cerebral cortex.
I'm in denial of that status.
Denial! Denial! Denial!...
De-nile isn't just a river in Egypt.
Your disassociation is understandable,
most kids your age who have it are still quite manageable.
Don't worry we'll give you some pills for the pain
But on your way to a better life don't forget to forfeit your identity,it's just a name!
Thank you for flying air sedation,exits are to the right,left,front and behind.
Don't worry about crashing,it's not real-it's in your mind.
Don't fret over flunking out of school we can ease the pain,and that boy you thought loved you...we'll convince you that that chapter in your life was simply inane
Everything doesn't happen for a reason.
You're locked into the grid, and if you leave it's only treason...
I'm in denial of the past few years lately.
I'm in denial that your actions effect me so greatly.
I've tried to bury everything I feel, and don't feel for you
However, it's starting to affect everything I do.
Its starting to manifest into something else
Only because I'm in denile...denile..denile
Friday, July 22, 2011
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Back in time.
Remember when you were 11 and all the boys made fun of you. Fun was riding bikes and going to roller gardens on Saturday nights. Your journal was your solace and the night you discovered you could sit on the roof of your house you were never the same.
How about when you were 13 and a boy wanted to walk you home. You'd beg your mom, and your friends' mothers to drive everyone out to St Catherines so that you could socialize with the opposite sex and the infamous Y dances.
Then you were 15, and life was opened up by music that you felt in your bones. Obsessed with Thursday,Brand New, Thrice and Finch you started to dress and act like yourself. Parties, and boys and art class took up all of your time. Then there was falling in love. To re-live the sensation of falling in love...Oh, what a thing to re-live.
Then 16 to 17 came and went-in those years you discovered you wanted to be yourself, and just couldn't do that where you were. You wanted to act silly and be silly and not worry about being cool.Not worry about other people's problems. So you moved on to somewhere where you could do that. You were silly, in the best possible way. Improv and student council and singing tunes in the back of a Skylar were the only things that mattered. Summers were spent in Sauble beach listening to Weezer and Electric light orchestra in front of camp fires.
18, the big step. Time to move on whether you want to or not. New school, new home, new life,new friends. 18, and in love with another person but not with yourself.
I write this out for you, for me- because somewhere in your 20's you got lost. Things started falling upwards and away and everything got a little fuzzy. Post this, re-read it and try and remember that self discovery is a process. At some point in throughout your pinnacle teen-age years you felt happy, at peace and grounded. It's time to find that again. Find what you love. Do it everyday and you'll be happy again. Promise.
How about when you were 13 and a boy wanted to walk you home. You'd beg your mom, and your friends' mothers to drive everyone out to St Catherines so that you could socialize with the opposite sex and the infamous Y dances.
Then you were 15, and life was opened up by music that you felt in your bones. Obsessed with Thursday,Brand New, Thrice and Finch you started to dress and act like yourself. Parties, and boys and art class took up all of your time. Then there was falling in love. To re-live the sensation of falling in love...Oh, what a thing to re-live.
Then 16 to 17 came and went-in those years you discovered you wanted to be yourself, and just couldn't do that where you were. You wanted to act silly and be silly and not worry about being cool.Not worry about other people's problems. So you moved on to somewhere where you could do that. You were silly, in the best possible way. Improv and student council and singing tunes in the back of a Skylar were the only things that mattered. Summers were spent in Sauble beach listening to Weezer and Electric light orchestra in front of camp fires.
18, the big step. Time to move on whether you want to or not. New school, new home, new life,new friends. 18, and in love with another person but not with yourself.
I write this out for you, for me- because somewhere in your 20's you got lost. Things started falling upwards and away and everything got a little fuzzy. Post this, re-read it and try and remember that self discovery is a process. At some point in throughout your pinnacle teen-age years you felt happy, at peace and grounded. It's time to find that again. Find what you love. Do it everyday and you'll be happy again. Promise.
Good Morning Toronto!
Holy Cripes!
It's been 5 long months since I've had the oppertunity to sit down and get to post my musings to the wild wild web. Yay! I'm back!(Tentatively dipping my toe back into the blog pool) Buying a new netbook directly attributes to that.
So what's up web? What'd I miss?
Toronto thus far has been pretty incredible, and of course it's all thanks to the people I've met here,electro music,Kensington market on Sundays, and parties in Chinese restaurants.
Work and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, career wise, has been the forefront of my existence for the past little while.Huzzah.
More to come, because now I have no excuse.
Thanks for baring with me while I get back into the swing of things.
It's been 5 long months since I've had the oppertunity to sit down and get to post my musings to the wild wild web. Yay! I'm back!(Tentatively dipping my toe back into the blog pool) Buying a new netbook directly attributes to that.
So what's up web? What'd I miss?
Toronto thus far has been pretty incredible, and of course it's all thanks to the people I've met here,electro music,Kensington market on Sundays, and parties in Chinese restaurants.
Work and trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, career wise, has been the forefront of my existence for the past little while.Huzzah.
More to come, because now I have no excuse.
Thanks for baring with me while I get back into the swing of things.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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