...and at last Tired Failed I surrender myself to sleep To find peace That I do not find, anywhere, in this physical world For The delightment that brings only the Imaginary world of my dreams.. I sleep I dream For those moments I forget all my sins, all the thoughts that are bothering me I… Continue reading Guilt-Ridden
Now, to all those expecting this is a book review, sorry to disappoint, but this slam poetry deserves its own post.
I’ve gotten into slam poetry after reading Slammedby Coleen Hoover. It re-introduced me to the beautiful word of poetry and I’ve been a follower ever since. It introduced me to poets like Olivia Gatwood, Neil Hilborn, Sandra Benaim, Maia Mayor, and many talented others.
However, across the poems I have viewed so far, Perfect by Maia Mayor resonated with me the most. The first time I heard it, I could not unheard it and I needed it to be replayed again and again so badly. That is how bad it hit home. It’s like Maia is describing my entire existence in under four minutes.
Let’s take a look at the verses. Here is also a link to the poem: PERFECT by MAIA MAYOR
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I have a map in my room It fell in love with the wall the moment I stick it and they just don't leave each other at all and What the map shows truly depends on what you wish to see. In my case, I see countries I feel oceans I wonder about borders There are a lot of them … Continue reading A Map In My Room
One day you'll understand why this day was so painful. The pain which you felt today, the problems which you just faced, who knows, will give you a joy, success of which you'll be the owner, creator. One day you'll understand why they left you. When you'll be blessed by a best one, who'll help… Continue reading One Day
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