Category Archives: Poem
YouTube Poetry
Warning: These poem’s hold strong undertones that may affect younger readers or readers with triggering problems. Themes that may be triggering such as suicide, sexual assault and violence.
I like to listen to people on YouTube rage on about recent politics. The angrier the more interested I seem to get. As long as they make sense and hold some form of intellect behind themselves. I also listen to a lot of vocal poetry on YouTube. Let’s just say I spend quite some time on it. Below are some video’s of some of the poem’s that I enjoy.
Saturnine Films (Cody Weber) – I Don’t
Sylvia Plath – Lady Lazarus (I studied her this year)
Yes I am a Slut – Clementine Morrigan
Just a few. I don’t want to overload it.
– Sary Walrus
The Fairytale is No More
The Fairytale is No More (Fairytale Nevermore)
she being Brand
she being Brand is a poem by E.E. Cummings which was a really big influence on me as a writer and student. It’s one those pieces that just turn your world upside down. For me it was because of the format and grammar. This in combination with the amazing ability to transform an image into something completely different; something that is personal to the reader and can come across pure or evil depending on your perspective. As someone who obsesses over format and tries her best at grammar ( I know I’m not the best) it really blew me away. Personally I don’t find this poem misogynistic. But do you?
know consequently a
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A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
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was the first ride and believe I we was
happy to see how nice and acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
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-E.E. Cummings.
Pretty Puppies
I am a pretty bitch
with a dull fur coat,
but nothing between those ears.
It’s a tone!
A bark.
A way of life.
Trying to mesmerise,
but it’s never
beneath those ribs.
Don’t talk!
Just walk.
You infertile bitch.
That’s all you’re good for.
-Sary Walrus
Justify This.
Day is dark, cold and grey.
We watch through out our hands.
Liquid from our mouths fills up the glass.
We go to sit to stand.
Stand up, raise your glass
to this patriarchal free.
Let’s watch us fall
with out lustful lies conceived.
Lovable lies are always free.
Until they start to fall.
Fall away like broken glass.
Justifiably.
-Sary Walrus
Kitchen Floor.
Creative writing Saturday: One.
Just trying to breathe.
Rocking backward and forward,
Inside that cold, damp rain.
Things fall back in queue.
Everything seems sunny –
but still slightly askew.
One moment has past.
Clouds cover the sky, she forgets,
The storm is forever forecast.
Creative Writing Saturdays: Governmental Gore.
This was written for Saturdays Creative Writing but I had already posted something that day. Instead I decided to leave it here for when I don’t have time. I hope you enjoy! – If anyone still actually reads these.
I was going to include a picture of something relevant here but then my computer decided to stumble across a website filled with malware hacks and freak me out so much so that I don’t think I have the heart left to even google.
-SaryWalrus