by Tanya Saxena
They say the pen
Is mightier than the sword
They say words hurt more
Deeper than rocks
Stepping in your shadow
Was my biggest mistake
Cuz the shadow tried to overtake
And completely ruined my image
Shattered, broken and crumbled
Someone else tried to pick up the pieces
Reminiscing with me regarding our past
Won’t get me through my ‘supposed’ phases
You mock me, you…
I know I don't post much on Tumblr anymore, but that doesn't mean that my poems aren't being written and performed everywhere and anywhere. On Friday night I competed in a poetry slam in Edinburgh, my home city - the competition was fierce, the writing and performances were top notch and it really could have been anyone's to win... and I only went and won!
This means I'll be competing against 11 other poets from all across Scotland in the grand slam final as part of the Edinburgh International Book Festival at the end of August. I honestly cannot wait!
I always believed
In right person, wrong time
because you were it for me.
My person, my missing half.
Now, you're 4 years of lost love
too young to know better
too old to risk trying
4 years of yearning...
but she'll get everything
I so foolishly believed I was earning;
is this learning?
If growing up
means watching your wedding
from the back
and living life without you,
I want to stop growing.
WHY DO U SEARCH FOR LOVE AND KNOCK ON EVERY DOOR YOU SEE? ITS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, YOU IDIOT.
my mother cried because i was curled up in bed. it was, as if, she could feel my heart's weight but all it did was anchor her by my side.
my brother (6) lay in bed with me when i was sick. he said "i don't care if i get sick i just want to be with you and i just want you to stop feeling sad."
there was this girl who smiled at me and called my name every time it rained. it's like she knew the downpour made my bones ache a little less.
she held onto me, not on anyone in the crowd surrounding her. her frenzied hands interlocked with mine as i pulled her in. "stop crying. it makes me sad" i begged.
my friend gifted me a book. i found her kisses stashed inside the pages.
and yes, i haven't had much encounters with love, because people are afraid to show how much they care, but if this is all i get? i'll die a happy death.
Sur les ondes de la radio #JAMBO_FM à bukavu. La question était : " TM DOXYDO qu'est qui t'inspire et pourquoi tu bosses souvent (à 95%) avec les filles (slameuse) ??? Réponse : je m'inspire à cette parole " la femme est un être faible " vraiment cette parole ne m'arrange pas et je condamne sévèrement les fausses accusations de ce monde inconscient. Pourquoi 95% de tes morceaux (seulement les slameuses) ? Pour prendre en témoin ce monde inconscient et lui prouver combien elles sont capables faire autrement. Elles sont l'image du potentiel. #FemmeForce #F2 #lumiere #beauté #art #humain #slampoetry #MrHumilité #tmdoxydo_Slamaestro https://www.instagram.com/p/CrTlyF_LjWG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Old love letters sit on my bedroom floor, words that now scream of betrayal. I wrote you so many of them, all singing of dedication and love. Like a bird forever calling home.
But you left me a letter today, cold and unfeeling. Goodbyes left in stark black ink, telling me of your hidden resentment and doubts for months. Words I have been begging for for months, leaving you blanks in prompts built like a 4th grade English assignment only for you to turn it in and I can’t even give you points for participation in conversation.
While I was writing you all these love letters, on the back you were secretely composing breakup songs. While I was feeling at home in your arms, you were breaking my heart with every note, leaving a melody so haunting I hear it on a loop.
🙌 Ya'll are so kind! My blue variants of the new Guest Book: The Mixtape got claimed up after just 4 hours of being out! Fire Truck Records still has some of the red variants. Each one comes with instructions for making these two original cocktails I designed for the release, one alcoholic and one zero proof! Just head to the link below, buy any digital release from the Fire Truck Records bandcamp, and get one of these for free as a gift in the mail! 🙌
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These are preorder, so they should ship in about a month!
I stopped using the term "broken" to define how you left me, because that implies that I gave you the power of shaping me. No. You did not break me. You don't have that power. You left me…and…I'm still whole. A whole lot more than what you deserve. If you liked this & would like to support, you can purchase my Ebook via the link in my IG bio 🫶 #poetry #spokenword #spokenpoetry #rol #performance #poet #writer #latina #fyp #latinafollowtrain #poem #book #writer #writersoftiktok #fyp #poet #writer #poetryslam #slam #slampoetry #supportsmallbusiness #creator (at Venice Beach, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnOK0FzL_Oe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
by Tanya Saxena
Been hiding behind my walls
Ever since the start
Tearing them down
Was never really a good path
I stare at new faces
Everyday of my life
Who could ever be trusted
In a world of black and white
Lies are used
To uncover the truth
But truth is always hidden
From anyone’s point of view
Manipulation is the fool’s gambit
Where two sides wage a war
A fool and a…
I’m house mom tonight for @syrensofthesouth Tease Tuesday Burlesque at @redlightcafe! Front row VIP is sold out, second row VIP is almost sold out, we do have General Admission still available so come out tonight for a hot time on a cool night! #teasetuesdayatl #redlightcafe #burlesque #atlanta #atlantaburlesque #burlesqueshow #atl #thingstodoinatlanta #atlantanightlife #syrensofthesouth #allbodiesarebeautiful #burlesqueperformer #spokenword #slampoetry #circusperformers #gothgirl #goth #femmepresenting #nonbinary #model #alternativemodel #lgbtqia #thicc #curvy #festish #pinup #photography #photoshoot #OF #swer (at Red Light Cafe) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmH4Y8uO2AV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
🔔ATELIER D'ÉCRITURE ✍ Bonjour Les amis ! Notre rendez-vous autour d'une écriture saine c'est aujourd'hui 23 au 25 mars à l'espace SLAM (14h30). Vous êtes artiste rappeur, poète-slameur désirant améliorer votre manière de faire. ceci vous concerne. #GomaSlamSession 🙏 #EcritureSaine #slampoetry #RappConscient #humain # #tmdoxydo_Slamaestro (à Goma, Congo) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqHn5w6jL7g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
"The earth is bathed in a smoky husk of grey and and tinge of green musk from the incoming hail, all is lost. Yet when the moon shines, the ocean is covered in a thin layer of silver silk, reflecting the miracles flying by. In the midst of the darkest of dark the moon persists with the shine of a thousand stars to allow the caterpillar a clear path to the perfect spot for its cocoon. Each dawn as the grey smog and green husk settles and tears arise, the moon stays, with all intent to light the way. The ocean compliments that very moon by swaying in sync and attempting to reach out. Attempting to capture the beauty of it rather than simply being cloaked in their prepossessing dress of silver silk. Weaved for the dear Waters by the dear moon, is that silk. But when the dusk approaches and the moon starts to grow tired, the smoky husk of grey and green musk return, clouding yet another day, awaiting the return of the silver silk weaver."