I’m bored. Let’s play a game to liven things up a bit.
See I’ve got nothing to lose and you’ve got the world in your palms so let’s see if lady luck has a thing for the underdog
I’ve got this rusty revolver I pulled off the corpse of a man who taught me the definition of reckless but I could only afford a single shell, so I guess it’s a game to see which of these six slots is booked for a one way trip downward.
Don’t tell me you’re scared of hell fire, when the sun seems to spit samples of Satan’s back yard on a regular basis where we’re from. And when it rains it pours like God spilled his wine glass over my city’s skyline, with plenty of flash flood alerts as if he’s tempted to break his promise to Noah.
So essentially I’m unafraid and unaffected by the elements, but feel free to run for cover. It’s not like I wasn’t ready to toy with the trigger regardless. I’ve been dealt more bad hands than boxers catch knockouts to their chins, and I’m bankrupt when it comes to common sense since it seems uncommon that it’ll pay off so whether you’re willing to risk it all or not, I’m ready to go.
Ready to die, left it all on the thin line between insanity and a cry for help.
Let’s see which one of my sins sparks the instrument of my suicide?
Nothing for my lying tongue, not even a misfire for the many exaggerations made about my life before tonight, I guess they weren’t worth more than a waste of time
Surprisingly my lust isn’t enough to render my temple reddened, not enough to reduce the recycled lines reused for the same recreational reasons to crimson residue and carnage, even if that’s what I did to my victims
Greed won’t bring the reaper it seems, even if I fully embrace the root of evil with open arms seeking only the advancement of my ends no matter how many others I’d endanger in the process
Still you deny my passion, even when separated from sex leaving only wrath in the aftermath, ready to render my enemies like broken vessels in the wake of my madness, you expect me to believe that even blood thirst won’t bring my demise?
Maybe I’m too good for these antics. Maybe I’m too much of a challenge for the fates and that’s why they can’t decide whether or not I’m worth doing irreparable damage to. Maybe they can’t? Or maybe I’m at the last chance I’ve got to walk away from this with only my pride broken.
Suddenly my muscles lose their life, strength seems to freeze in the tissues and my nerves only know panic even if my face won’t acknowledge the facts
The truth beneath the bold and brash behavior bringing me to the borderline before blowing my brains out.
I’m a coward who’s only claim to fame is that I managed to talk myself out of stopping short of tragedy.
Drop a “If I were dating you…” In my ask. Anon or not.
DOO IT NOW
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Keep in mind:
Videos must be under 4 minutes. Preferred file format is MPEG4. If you send us a file in format that isn’t able to be uploaded you won’t be able to compete.
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The poet must perform work that they have created.
All videos will be aired on this youtube channel (youtube.com/teamwonderdave). We will also be posting all of the videos on this blog.
The video must not currently appear on another youtube channel. You may take down an existing video and submit the footage. Different videos of the submitted poem appearing on youtube are acceptable. You will receive a video release form after you sign up.
Previously published poetry is fine.
There will be at least six preliminary online video competitions. You will be randomly sorted into one of these six groups. The winning poets from those six competitions will submit a second video for a final competition in order to select the team.
In order to compete you must be at least 18 years of age by August 5th 2014.
You must be able to get to the National Poetry Slam in Oakland CA by 8AM on August 5th and stay through the end of the tournament on August 9th. While we will try and help the team fundraise we cannot guarantee any cost of travel or hotel will be covered. If selected for the team you must be a registered PSi member (you can become one now by following this link)
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RUSSIA HAS DECLARED THAT THEY’RE INVADING UKRAINE OFFICIALLY. NOT EVEN HIDING BEHIND OLD AGREEMENTS. Britain has to aid the Ukrainians against the Russians now, America warned Russia not to, with consequences if they did, so now they’re involved, Canada was looking into what Russia was doing to see how bad it was and they to have to get involved even more.
WHAT PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND IS THAT IT COULD ACTUALLY DRASTICALLY ESCALTED INTO SOMETHING RESEMBLING A WORLD WAR.
if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.