Underground poetry night

It had been a long time since I'd been to a poetry night..

The one below was picked by the girl who organised the night - she scattered them along the room for people to take away, this is only an excerpt, the whole thing was 7 and a quarter pages long!!

It was so inspiring the next day I woke up and wrote some poems myself! Here's a couple:

Why complicate things with sex,

when you can imagine it all,

from the comfort of your bed,

all nice and perfect,

with the right amount of dirty bits,

tailored by your imagination,

to satisfy your most intimate desires?

Why complicate things with sex,

when you can ride the wave of expectation,

of those first encounters,

when all is discovery and excitement,

where all is perfect,

all happy endings still possible,

and all outcomes a possibility?

But then the flesh craves touch,

and you want to smell

that scent that drives you mad.

Tongues play and you want to grab.

Your hands travel gently,

mapping your lovers landscape.

He pulls you closer

and tastes you over.

Your body tenses,

and lost are all your past tenses..

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Dawn arrived once again

confirming the witnessing of yet another day.

Long gone are the days,

when I contemplated death

at every minute of every hour.

I choose life.

That was irreversible.

Then all I thought was 'why?'.

Now all I think is 'how?'.

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I drew this on the wall whilst listening - I intend to cover a room with these at some point..

The poetry slam was organised by Hammer & Tongue London and foodrambler.com

They made an amasing job at creating a great atmosphere at the space taken over by the Oubliette Arthouse Collective - this is one to watch and you can join their facebook group to keep up with what they're up to..

Epic!

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