First, last, final- slam poetry

by Chelsey   Dec 18, 2012


This took me two hours to write. I'll be performing this at a slam poetry contest some day :)
Please listen as you read along. Takes 5 minutes.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s1bPv68vC6VH

Part I

Love at 16 is the most enchanting feeling one can experience.
Its innocent, it's new, and every day you walk with mistletoe
above your head and cupids arrow in your back. Unashamed,
head over heels, take a bullet for you, marry you tomorrow
type of love.

Wrapped in a moment that resists your brain from working;
you don't even realize your breasts aren't fully developed, your
wisdom teeth haven't surfaced, you're jobless, your highest
education consists of sophomore year in a school that
doesn't stop people from making out at their lockers.

As if love can happen anywhere.
As if that kind of love is inspiring.

You'll fight with each other. You'll do things you aren't
proud of. You break up, move on, get back together, and
repeat. There is no one else made for you, there is only
him and no one else can take his heart, because you still
carry it in your purse.

There will be times where he tells you its over, but those
two words strung together aren't in your vocabulary. He
speaks English, you'll speak Gibberish, he'll push you
away, you'll cling to his arm, he'll scream "I don't love you!"
You'll scream "You don't mean it!"

You'll sit outside his house... hoping his neighbors don't see
you cry and even though you've just been verbally abused,
punched and bruised by words of a teenage boy who thinks
video games can be personified, thinks they can hug and kiss
him and he'll marry them because who needs a teenage
girl with braces that interrupt her smile? ... you won't give up.

You'll waste a hell of a lot of years on him, reminding him that
you've loved him since you were younger, you only want him,
you'll do anything for him, you'll pay his bills, buy his clothes,
his food, his anything that is important to him... but there will be a time
where he means nothing, you mean something, and your worth is
more valuable than his bipolar way of dating you.

Part II

Love at 20 is the most overwhelming sense of excitement
one can feel. Its more respectable, trusting, what was I thinking
before? You are the one I want to spend forever with, type of love.

Romantic ideas mingle in the midst of crowded blissful thoughts
and all you want to do is get lost in each other's company. Promise
rings, flowers, jewelry, he lavishes you in treatment you've never
received before.

Like all relationships, it's not perfect. You'll have your first fight,
he'll hurt your feelings, you'll cry, he'll cry (maybe), you'll make up
and the evening goes on...that's only the first season of four.

Winter comes, he messes up. He's insecure, sensitive, everything
is your fault, nothing you do is enough, he wants to be babied, you
don't want to be a mother, he ignores you for hours, he apologizes
before midnight, and he buys you chocolate and roses to make up
for his ignorance....you brush it under the rug his muddy boots walk on.

Every month it's something. Bickering, controlling, he's never had
someone like you, he doesn't know how to handle a princess like you,
never known what to do with a beauty like you. You believe in second
chances for someone like him, fifth chances for a prince like him, you can
change someone like him.

They say girls mature faster than boys and its true...here you are holding
on to someone whose treated you like royalty, but he whines more than you,
needs attention more than you, he has a better life than you...and he knows it,
he owns it, he is wrapped in materialistic things and you finally realize....

you're settling.

You were blinded by his pampering, sucked in to his constant gifts that
you failed to notice you didn't like the way he kissed you, you didn't like
the way he walked, you didn't like his quiet yet "I'm better than everyone"
attitude. You didn't like how he licked his fingers after he ate, how you
couldn't go anywhere without him, how he never stopped letting you forget
your past, how you had to continuously tell him you were so proud of all
he does...when he never got excited for you.

Part III

Being single is the most peaceful, much needed time of solitude
one can ever embrace. Society says you're lagging behind if you don't
have two children by the time you're 21, but tell society you don't
live in its world, it lives in yours. Rid distractions in every area
of your life and change your mind set to focus on yourself and not those
who whistle when they see you in a dress and heels.

Ready your heart. Remember your first relationship. Flash back to
when you were crying on his bedroom floor and he was staring at the
TV not even acknowledging your existence. Remember how you plead
with him and fought for him. Don't lose that. You'll want to give it up
because no one deserves your effort like that. You'll think all men
are rude and lack concern. ..it's not true.

Ready your mind. Remember your last relationship. Reminisce to how
you always rolled your eyes when you felt he was controlling, or too
needy, and made you feel like you were his mother, not his girlfriend.
Don't lose your true desires. Don't settle if more of him is unattractive
than attractive. You deserve what you deserve. You'll think all men
want to be babied and put on a pedestal with a spotlight on their face,
illuminating their brilliance...it's not true.

There is someone out there God is preparing for you and when you get him,
when you fall in love for real this time, when he proposes, forget the names
of the boys you once dated, but remember the lessons learned. Remember
to fight like you did for that teenage boy who probably doesn't remember
what you fought about. Remember that last college guy who treated you
like a queen but had the personality of a dull pencil. Fight for your mate
because HE deserves your effort. Love his personality because HE is
the one you can't go a day without being around. Fall in love with him
every day so that when you have your first fight or your fiftieth, you'll
remember why you married him. You'll not give up on him, because he
won't give up on you.

Fall in love with someone whose older than you and let him be the
leader of the household. Let him guide you, support him, find no fault
in his decisions, but instead, encourage them. That way when that
huge argument happens, where you've both said things you didn't
mean and walked away when you should have stayed, he'll think
YOU are worth fighting for.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Oh Chelsey, I just cannot stop grinning after this girl! When you read it and I was following along listening, my arms got the shivers and my heart, you reached out and your words were something I won't forget. Reading along with your thoughts is like wanting to hold that truth closet to me now- close to the having confidence in myself and not having my heart settle for someone he wouldn't sacrifice everything for me and vice- versa. This opened my eyes so much and I cannot say anything about this piece other than it was so pure and beautiful!

    You really should do the poetry slam at open mic, grab that opportunity and I know a lot of people will be nodding along with you. It's more than wisdom you give here, it's like reaching out, like I said before, and getting us to realize the meaning and depth of true love. That it doesn't give it's self-worth away or deprive itself, it's willing and purposeful and honest.

    So inspired by this!!!! This reminds me of the spoken word artists on Youtube I listen to and the ones from Striver's Row. I love how you formatted it, the emphasis, the pauses, the way your words clung together and got to the summit of 'do you finally see?' The story you told is something that has a purpose....don't give up on it. What my favorite parts were when you made it specific and gave those details of him licking his fingers after he ate or those little things you noticed, maybe little quirks but afterwards you realized he focused on other things then you, in what he sees, does, speaks. That he is the ONE in control and that both of you cannot have that unity. I feel like this poem makes me now further look at the world around me- like sometimes if I see elderly couples helping each other or a single mother struggling with her child or something....it just brings perspective :) I have the fullest faith you can own that stage!

    Much love! <3 Keep staying true to yourself. I really believe you are a role model in my life as a friend and poet, you're encouraging and extremely understanding of so many aspects in life I haven't even come to yet. Take care :]

  • 11 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    I love you slam poetry... its raw in your face fun stuff! This piece here has the emotional outline to a tee, your writing is very soothing as well... love it!

  • 11 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    I read this earlier, but I was unable to comment...I was too speechless. You almost described my love life to a T, it's indescribable the feeling I felt when I read this. I don't think I've ever been able to relate to a piece of poetry the way I have this.

    Part I: Teenage love is innocent and enchanting. You are at that giggly laughter and everything about that guy is absolutely adorable. You think it's perfect, they're perfect and you will be together forever.

    I adore the second stanza - it's so true... you are a little awkward at that stage, everything feels weird on your body and your mind races with different thoughts and you are just trying to figure out who you are. Also, the addition of making out at the lockers, lol... dude, I seen that so much...and I have to admit, I was one of those couples at times, hahaha.

    I've always hated the on and off relationships, but it happens...especially when your hormones are sky high. Breaking up over silly things, getting back together an hour later...high school romance at it's best, lol.

    "You'll sit outside his house... hoping his neighbors don't see
    you cry and even though you've just been verbally abused,
    punched and bruised by words of a teenage boy who thinks
    video games can be personified, thinks they can hug and kiss
    him and he'll marry them because who needs a teenage
    girl with braces that interrupt her smile? ... you won't give up."

    ^ This stanza...ugh. I remember it well... it sounds kind of needy and whiny... crying because he is playing video games and not paying attention to us... but I suppose at that age, it is common...especially if it happens often, which was in my case. It was every single time. ...and it's true, you never give up...because you want, love, need him.

    Yesyesyesyes! You let them use you because you want them... but after so long, you're tired of it...and you realize that you are better than that, you are stronger and deserve a man, not a boy.

    Part II:

    At this age, you feel like you are more mature, so your relationship will be, too. That you will finally have a man...a man who will respect and love you for who you are.

    It's nice to get lavish gifts... it makes a woman feel special and wanted. You never received that before and it makes your heart flutter.

    Adult fights are different than teenage fights, they are usually over something worth fighting over...and sometimes can be 10x worse... but they do come less often than a teenage fight over silly things like him not calling you at exactly 2. It's true that men usually cry too, I know mine has a few times in our fights... it shows they truly care if they show you their tears.

    God, the worse thing in the world is to be a mother to your boyfriend. I've been there and it absolutely drains you to the point you almost loathe them. The little things he does like the muddy boots you mentioned... leaving the bathroom wet after showers and beard hair in the sink after he shaves, etc... they all add up and you just want to scream. After fighting, he uses money to try to please you... it works for the time being.

    Second to the thirtieth chance... been there, done that. :/

    He used his money to cover up all the things you really didn't like about him. You realized money can't buy happiness or love.

    Oh, the ending to this part... the cheering him on for every little thing he did, whether it was a promotion at his job or he washed a load of dishes for the first time in months, you would praise him. But when you thought you deserved a cheer, a pat on the back, a congratulations... you never got it. :/ It truly makes you feel like shit.

    Part III:

    This is my favorite part... it shows you are a powerful woman who has learned from her mistakes and knows exactly what she wants. :)

    "Society says you're lagging behind if you don't
    have two children by the time you're 21"

    ^This reminds me of a song called "Merry Go Round" by Kasey Musgraves... I'm sure you've heard it, if not... youtube it! I'm positive you'll love it.

    I'm not going to break this part down and say what I love or give any comment about it... it's just perfect and I am glad you are waiting for what you deserve. The last stanza says it all... that's what true love is all about.

    <3

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I loved this when you sent it to me and I am so pleased you posted it, because seriously there are so really wise thoughts in there and it shows how you think of things in such a optimistic way, but you are also a realist and you know how love is, you have experienced it at these stages in your life and are sharing your experiences with the world.

    You made me realise a lot of things about my own past, my own love and things I never really understood.

    Chelsey, you are such a talent and such an awesome person, we all love you and I certainly couldn't live without you and your opinionated, strong, but totally trustworthy and honest self.

    Love ya girly
    xxxx

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