Puddles on the stage #TPSLAM

Flowing water – a waterfall – I slip on the ever dripping words that spill from their mouths. 

Puddles on the stage. 

So many words spoken, ringing in my ears, bleeding to my heart. 

When I left my first poetry slam at The Drake Underground last night I could barely speak. When my cousin asked me what I thought about it, I couldn’t articulate all of the emotion that ran through me. There were so many delicious words swimming in my head… I thought it might explode.

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I wrote down snippets of the performances that really resonated with me. People, complete strangers who knew nothing about me were able to put my feelings into a three-minute rhyme… making me feel a little less alone. I was moved by a poem about anorexia “sick turned into success — girl you’re thin — badge of honour”. I was touched by a love/anti-love poem “no person’s destiny is addressed to us, even if they have our name on their lips”. I was left breathless by a poem about a girl with no legs and blown away by the passion behind a poem about the Kennedys.

I was so focused on each and every performance that sometimes I held my breath for the entire three minutes. Each poet made me feeling something. My heart pumped, my veins were on fire, electricity swam through my soul, from the top of my head to the piggies on my feet, I felt alive. I felt like I was part of something, this group of misfit toys hipsters — each one different, imperfect, speaking songs in perfect time. I understood them all and was frozen line by line.

IMG_0206This girl right here ^ invited me to a poetry slam a few months ago and I kept cancelling for one reason or another. I am so glad that I finally took the time to go with her and my mentor/friend, Casie. It was Casie’s first time at a poetry slam too and I’m happy that she loved it —  I have a feeling that this wasn’t a one time thing! Thanks for opening my eyes to something new, Amanda! For those of you who’ve never been, spoken word is moving and beautiful, I tip my hat to all of those who performed last night — much love and many snaps*

Talk soon,

Vanessa Xo

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