I've never actually posted my first slam poem online.
So here you go, the first spoken word poem I ever wrote:
The other day in Astronomy.
a kid asked what would happen if he feel into a black hole.
Our teacher said that gravity would rip him apart,
over and over and over again,
and he would never live to talk about it.
All I could think was
'I'm pretty sure that's happened to me before,
on my bedroom floor,'
and I survived,
so I'm talking about it.
It's strange how the word
for being in control of your emotions
is
composed,
because often my tears
are what write the best symphonies.
But there's stuff that helps.
Despite the possibility of sounding
terribly naive or insensitive,
I think that people who commit suicide
didn't go to enough outdoor concerts.
I think I can say that,
because I've thought about how dying might be better,
how not breathing is so much easier than breathing.
And I've been to outdoor concerts,
and I'm still here.
And because I'm still here
I can tell you that Hayley's eyes
look most alive when she is at a concert.
Adelaide takes dang good selfies.
And Jackson's dad says you can tell
what kind of person he is by the socks he wears,
but now I know he is a lot more than his socks told me.
And I've made people cry...
and people have made me cry.
Maybe that's why so much of the earth is covered in water.
Sometimes I carry a water bottle around with me,
just so that I can swallow down my fears.
And I've stood in the rain because it was nice
to have some other sort of water running down my face besides tears.
I once told a kid that
if reincarnation is a thing,
I will come back as rain,
because I'm good as falling.
I've fallen down things,
and over things,
and for things,
and once my whole world fell.
I wasn't even there to watch it,
I was at the neighbors house.
You know the feeling of only catching the end
of your favorite song before the radio turns to commercials?
Sometimes life feels like that.
And sometimes black holes,
are really wormholes
to something better.