Monthly Archives: October 2014

Bullying, Confessional Poetry, Depression, Gay Poet, Gay Writer, Life, Pain, Poem, Poetry, Slam Poem, Social Issues

Currency of Pain

Currency of Pain
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
Written: 12 Sept 2014

Common knowledge suggests words can hurt
Provoking the reality in a person to pervert
To a point where perspective is corroded
The beat of being now coded

Foggy thoughts thicken with poison
Naïve hearts descend to frozen
Happiness in veins start to congeal
Self-doubt is all that is real

To the ones who developed an aptitude
At holding the weight of verbal abuse
Plaster a false smile that touches the eyes
Hide the echoes of a foreseen demise

Today it’s a natural and a common exchange
To barter with the currency of pain
Make sure to grow your skin thick
Or risk becoming their nuisance

A joke about your shifting frame
Don’t like it, you can always change
Their snickers will fade from head
A new you formed by what others said

But what about traits rigidly set
How can one reasonably correct
The splash of race to which he was born
Or the culture from which she was formed

When people attack at individual’s roots
This can promote tragedy to brew
Possibly hate for the world or himself
A feeling like she’s teetering off life’s shelf

Yet we continue to boldly tease
Shading it under friendship’s normalcy
It is something that has become common place
Funny that malice has a natural taste

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Confessional Poetry, Depression, Gay Poet, Gay Writer, Life, Poem, Poetry, Slam Poem

The Game

The Game
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
Written: 04 Sept 2014

My memory has a tendency to make shadows
Blacking out things that I used to know
I can see experience flee and contort
Like a maze with no end, out of sorts

Last night my fingers fell wildly stale
Over written memories that fatally fail
To inspire emotion from a stalled state
There is no chance to resuscitate

Words meant to light up our connection
A stoic friendship meant for detection
Yet signed platitudes are hard to decipher
Bonds diminished by life’s accidental sniper

When heat spills on books meant to chill time
A side effect in a mind prone to decline
Recollections, like steam, tend to evaporate
The structure of brain much weaker than slate

So I cling to eyes for some solid foundation
Reminding myself of our joint creation
But I know that time is fond of the game
With ubiquity of people, recognition is maimed

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Confessional Poetry, Gay Poet, Gay Writer, Poem, Poetry, Slam Poem

Street Lamp

Street Lamp
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
Written: 12 August 2014

He wanted to go for a walk that late August night
When hints of fall teased beyond sight
To disappear among things cleverly hidden
Like a minute spot within glazed vision

He liked how his heart began to strive
On wings of emotion a life could fly
Fear and anxiety ignite like fuel
Pupils expand into charcoal pools

The play of light broke familiar space
With every noise becoming danger-]laced
His souls whispers of possible extinction
But his manic mind can’t sense the distinction

So feet tread on precarious floors
Trembling sounds set on the lure
True crimes need the comfort of shade
Now his heart begs to be saved

With the buffer of the great light’s rays
A pursuit for substitute stains the brain
For in shadows it is hard to detect
The nature of a jeopardy within a threat

On corners safety by man is sought
A pale copy from what Prometheus fought
To bask in vibrancies of a street lamp
Is to settle a mind where apprehension camped

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