Darkest Corners LIT 4 - Spoken Word

Jun 17, 201021 min read

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Published: Jun 17, 2010

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Darkest Corners LIT

Darkest Corners Lit is a montly article that aims to place lesser known corners of the Literature section into the spotlights. In this article, you will find deviations from the Spoken Word category, as well as groups and contests related to the category. Each month's edition will be posted on the second Thursday of the month (unless otherwise stated in the journal – see More Info below).

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The theme of the July issue will be Haiku and Nature-inspired, as suggested by Lit-Twitter and KJ-Illustration.

If you have anything to contribute to this (be it a piece from your gallery or someone else's, or a group) please let me know.

I'm looking for;

Deviations (your own and other people's)... please note that haikus are by definition nature-related.

Groups

Contests

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related to Haikus and other Nature-related literature. my.deviantart.com/notes/#tk=eg… (Send me a note!)

If you have an idea for a theme of a next issue, please note me!

I need your suggestions, as I'm sure there are many corners I'm not familiar with.
Thanks to 13-15-15-14-10-1 and GwenavhyeurAnastasia who suggested the Spoken Word theme.

Features

Here's the best Spoken Word pieces I could find around

MagicAsante sana, squash banana,
Bibbidy-bobbidy-boo,
Said Fairy God-nana
And Rafiki, to you.
Abracadabra, alaka-ZAM,
Goes Mickey and his wand,
Til something goes clatter-BAM
And Merlin slaps his hand.
And in Fantasia, people fly,
And music dominates
The scene, the magic night sky--
Disney, you can't hate.
For, magic is the song
That touches us all
And makes us all long
To once again be small. what you said  You looked at me with clear eyes,
       telling me these awful lies.
"I've said goodbye to her." you said.
But from the inside I know you did not,
              you make me sad. :thumb104433783: It's me I miss.

I stayed up all night praying,
Begging these thoughts to disappear.
I couldn't take the silence anymore,
I had to let it all go.
Why'd you have to leave me this way?
I use to think it was your love I needed,
Once believed you were my everything.
I missed you like I'd miss the rain.
I sucked in deep for oxygen,
To find, it wasn't you that filled me up.
As I lay in this bed,
Empty and alone.
I close my eyes to realize,
It wasn't you I missed.
It was myself that I longed to kiss.
The person that made me who I was,
The me, who lived these eighteen years.
The one who'd been walkin' on these two feet -
- all this time,
For it was me, who I missed being with.
To You I cry out to, Oh Lord.
Make me be who I once was,
The one who lived so faithfully.
Help me see what you meant me to be.
Show me just what I did wrong,
So I can turn from this.
The thing thats turned Your daughter away.
The one that made me miss the person You treasured so,
Oh Father, help me.
So You can love me again....

The ImaginingYou are Fortitude.
There is nothing unreal in this world – only matter of the mind or otherwise.  I made you and named you.  I have hung you, slung you, and pulled you by every muscle and ligament in your body.
You are the Tender and the Cherished, by which I abide until mothering acquires maddening, and I strangle you in situations and smother you with general oppression.
You were made for a suffering that hears no apologies, as you were born from the inside.  I made you Beautiful and Naught, laid you in the cradle, and fed you tasks.
That is why I fancy fantastic, and laugh at things that were never real. :thumb167494781:

:thumb167278852: Questions of ExistenceWhere will you go when there's nowhere to be?
When there's nowhere to run and no one to see,
What will you do when there's nothing to prove?
No expectations and nothing to lose?
Who are you now and who will you be?
When there's no one dictating the world that you see,
Can you stand on your own foundations of thought?
Rather than hold fabrications you're taught?
Will you scatter your hopes and your dreams in the wind?
Feel consumed in a world of immeasurable sin,
Or grasp at these wonders and keep them alive?
Caress them and nurture them so they'll never die.
Would you rather a country of billions of souls,
Like you as you always do what you're told?
Or would you prefer to live and believe,
How you wish even though nobody agrees?
Will you stand around aimlessly waiting for change?
Or fight preconceptions and start to arrange,
A new way of thinking that values us all,
Not keeping us trapped in our separate stalls.
Where will you go when there's nowhere to be?
When there's nowhere to run Forget Me NotDon't forget me.
I may not have done anything extraordinary or spectacular.
I may not have cured cancer or flown to the moon.
I may not have played in the big leagues or risen to the top of the corporate world.
I may not have even been anyone's mother or father, brother or sister.
But I existed.
I was a name among billions, a face in the crowd.
You may not have noticed me as you walked past me in the street, but I was there; silently watching you as you comfortably ignored everyone around you.
I was the one who did the things that you never thought of, the things you didn't dream of for horror that you may need to complete them yourself.
I was the one who quietly listened to your murmurings of dissent against the world and wordlessly sympathised with you for the tomorrow you so longed for.
I was the one who heard you dream big and silently encouraged you to follow that dream; fearing that any word coming from me would be seen as scandalous.
I was invisible to you but I was there for yo

The dreams of A fewIn dark hallway
In underground cellar
three souls join hands
One has awish
One is hesitate
One is ruthless
A solution is born
To save the whole
Not just their people
Not just their kingdom
But all kingdom
To free the land from the tryrant's grasp
Some will see us as patriots
Some will see us as bastards
The ides of the few well become the idea of many
This is how a revolution begins
Not with a roit
Not with a proclamation nailed on the church door
Not with one woman stand agaisnt an unfair after a long day of work
But with a few people
In a room some where
With their hands clasped together
With a purpose to save our country
Some will fight rather than join their cause
The means to destory all we hold dear
Take our liberity
Take our freedom
Take our dreams
Take hopes
To make them dust in the wind
If they cannot conquer us we will be destoryed
The tryant is cruel and blood thristy
He will us any means and ways to have us
To gain our land and freedom
He is ruthless
Any means ues to free u Dear Old FriendI grew up there.
I have ocean in my blood.
The crisp taste of the air.
The smell of the brine.
The chill of the water.
The sound of the gull.
The chase of the wave.
I miss the anticipation filled 30 minute drive to set the mood.
The change from heavy pollution to pure smell of trees draining out and preparing me for the intoxicating aroma of the ocean.
The sounds of the city evaporates and I am surrounded by peace.
I miss strolling down the beach as the waves kiss my feet.
I miss burying myself in the warm sand, and savoring the cool sensation beneath.
I miss taking a coffee and my notepad to sit and write until the last ray of setting sun lights my words.
I miss all that but in truth I never really lost it.
I will never forget the comforting and inspiring ambiance surrounding me like an old dear friend.
It's in my blood; it's in my heart.
It is home. Don't You Remember?When I see you
And roll my eyes,
When I whisper
Rude things behind you,
And when I give you
That little smirk
And hair-toss,
Forgive me.
I mean,
Don't you remember,
That I,
Without a doubt,
Hate you
And your guts?

:thumb167840150: Brave Little Oak LeafBrave little oak leaf,
From where did you come?
Did you fall from the sun?
Did you drop from a cloud?
Brave little oak leaf,
What have you done?
Did you travel to Space,
Or did you fly around the world?
Did you win a race?
Brave little oak leaf,
Why I'm calling you brave?
It's the holes,
The tears, the rips,
That you gave.
The wonders of youth,
They question my experiences.
And I'm only an ordinary oak leaf,
that fell from an ordinary oak tree. :thumb167550471: :thumb167180524:

Don't ListenDon't listen. Don't care. Don't even administrate the words...
Don't listen. Don't love. Don't even administrate my existance...
Don't listen. Don't care. Don't even administrate the words...
Don't listen to a word I say.
Because I waste time. I waste time.
And that you are so deserving of it.
Because I give time. I give time.
Until I realise you're facing the opposite direction.
Don't blink. Don't stare. Don't even look around yourself...
Don't blink. Don't stare. Don't even look for my form and body...
Don't blink. Don't stare. Don't even look around yourself...
Don't blink for the moment I'm there.
Because I waste lives. I waste lives.
And that you are so deserving of mine.
Because I waste lives. I waste lives.
Until I realise you're looking upwards into the sky.
And you think I'm serious. I'm serious.
Because I'm being used by your devious means to make me help.
Because you think I'm serious. But I am.
And you'll never realise this ever again...
So.
Don't cry. Don't shiver. Don't e Humanity's RoseCurious gravedigger
Furious ward
Morality broken
Lost inside storms
Releasing Souls
Without terms
Contaminated soil
Creation burns
From the ashes
An organism arose
Optimal package
Humanity's Rose
Sleep underground
Eternal rest
Spiritual Hibernation
Malevolent Test
Life is a Journey
Death is a Trip
Straight from Reality
Molten Lava Drip IcarusWho are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.

Thanks to medreaming who suggested the following pieces

:thumb161310701: Some Ways of Moving On"You know everybody needs some time on their own,"
We all have our ways of dealing with pain,
Or moving on.......
Most of us cry our hearts out,
"A raging river rich with burning emotion"
And they drift away to new horizons on a ship with torn sails,
Some of us rot in their rooms,
Stuck with wild eyes for long hours,
Until it all fades away... Leaving them insane,
Some of us sleep into a narcotic dream,
Whilst they gently lose themselves vein by vein,
No more pain... their mothers lament for another loss,
Few of us sing the blues beneath an acid sun,
A droning tune of what's gone and what's been done,
But they never stop dreaming of what could possibly come,
There are those who will not face fact,
And they play along the pain and wait,
Like in some sick russian roulette,
Until the truth shoots through with lethal hate,
Finally there are those who need some time alone,
Wherever they may be beneath the stars or in the rain,
Let them untangle their cobwebbed mind until its free again. :thumb146962976: :thumb134669021:

And thanks to xlntwtch for suggesting those

My Fathers WordsBe seen my boy. Not heard.
Play sport my son. Like a real man.
What? do not question me.
Like a real man.
Be a boy. Run, be tough.
Don't sing.
Kick.
Fight.
Yell.
But not with me. I am in charge.
You are not. Nor will you be.
Until you are.
I am challenged by you. I will push you down.
I must remain strong. I am your father.
And you are like me. Don't be more than me.
I will be jealous.
Grow strong and find your place in the world.
But don't be better than me.
What do you mean you are leaving?
Who will look after me in my dotage?
What did I do to deserve this?
I loved you. As much as I could.
You are obviously not a real man.
Real men don't draw.
Or sing.
Or dance.
Where are you going?
Why can't I see my Grandchildren?
I am lonely.
As always. Together, 2010"Run away with me?"
We run, together hand in hand.
We run and we run and we run.
She with me and I with her.
We run and we run and we run.
We slow, together hand in hand.
"Where are we running to?"
Together, we stop beneath the trees.
Here away from everything, we stop.
She looks at me and I at her.
"I am running to you ."
"And if I walk."
"I will walk with you."
"If I run away?"
"Are you running away?"
"No, I'm running to you."
We walk, together hand in hand. Programming Prose"He won't die."  CURSOR said.
Welcome to my head.  CURSOR is the active thinking point in my imagination and is supposed to do what I tell him.  But it's not working right now.
"He can't do anything without being told."  VOID said.
I did tell him, you just won't die.  VOID's my internal editor.  Not sure why he's called VOID though.  He certainly not empty space.  Whatever.  CURSOR, shoot him…  Now.
"Also, note to the author, you can't write this piece."  VOID said.
Fuck you VOID.

"You haven't established a scene.  We're all talking heads with bland dialogue tags.  Plus, with four shots of vodka and half your mind playing World of Warcraft, you're not even engaged.  You should stop."
No VOID, I'm writing your death scene.  CURSOR, shoot VOID until he dies.

CURSOR blinked.
Really, CURSOR?  Ne

Longer stories

xlntwtch's Grandma Rose's Stories, told in 3 parts, are part of an oral tradition, as the grandmother of their now adult child told them. xlntwtch tells us that "The oral tradition stories are verbatim from when I lived on an Arapaho reservation years ago".

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Non-English

Groups

Spoken-Word-Slam is a group for Spoken Word, Beat poetry and rap & hip-hop. Also see their project under Projects & Contests!

Spoken Word is best when performed. performingartists & TheStageHogs are two sister groups, both about all performed arts, no matter your level of skill or type of art. PerformingART are also about different types of performed arts, and have a special gallery folder dedicated to performed literature.

Projects & Contests

Spoken-Word-Slam will soon have a blog where you can post youtube videos of your poems being performed.

lyriclub has a contest with the theme Escaping Cliche, any form of poetry is accepted. More information: lyriclub.deviantart.com/blog/3…

BleedingHeartsPoetry and Rhyme-and-Reason are collaborating to bring you a contest called 'Back to Basics', that challenges you to create new classics – so write in a classical style, inspired by a Romatic or pre-20th century poet. More information: bleedingheartspoetry.deviantar…