Spoken Word Poetry

“…is poetry that is written on a page but performed for an audience. Because it is performed, this poetry tends to demonstrate a heavy use of rhythm, improvisation, free association, rhymes, rich poetic phrases, word play and slang. It is more aggressive and “in your face” than more traditional forms of poetry”, is the definition of Nelson-Atkins museum of Arts.

While I was browsing through some TED lectures couple of weeks ago, I bumped into a video from Sarah Kay. A very talented young poet! After 4 minutes I had pause the video and breathe. Her poem “B” was breathtakingly beautiful. I watched every video I could find of her poems. Each and everyone had a different story to tell, starting from the destiny of a woman through to a love story between a toothbrush and a bicycle tire.

You know, everyone has an idol. Everyone has someone in their lives at whom they point to and say, “I want to be just as she/he is, when I grow up!” And well, Sarah Kay is that one person for me. I want to express myself just as beautifully as she does. If you scroll down a bit, you can find two of my favorite poems from that very special poet.

 

...and there are so many more! Hope you like it!

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

We are all going through one hell of a time dealing with the University, work and personal issues. I have realized that it’s not only me suffering that much from all this stress. Today, I listened to myself and dashed off my thoughts. ‘I sat down at a typewriter and bled’, in Ernest Hemingway’s words. Hope you like it! Oh, and please, go easy on yourself! 

Istanbul '13

I am tired. I feel my soul shut every time when I close my heavy eyes. I feel like drawing in a deep sea. There was light first. I knew I could swim out but it gets darker and darker now. My heavy breathing makes it harder to feel anything but pain. The responsibilities on my shoulder make me sink to the bottom of that sea, a sea with a vivacious surface and a dead bottom. I have to open my eyes, pant for breath, try to feel and start to swim. Now, is the time to show my strength. I have to leave all this behind and swim for great achievement of the future. I have to believe in myself, have to see the light. I have to make myself believe in that and promise not to relapse with every bit of pressure. I just have to be true to the best that is in me. 

Lots of Love, 

Güliz