Poetry is more than scarred individuals rhyming words and moving their hands with religious fervor. It’s the expression of one’s very being into a medium that everybody can understand. Words are just tools to convey our emotions and hands provide the power to speak when the mouth is silent. MERGE, the spoken word/poetry club at UNC-Charlotte hosted an event where the happy and heartbroken came together. It was entitled “Thank Me Later” in reference to Drake’s freshman album, as well as the previous Thanksgiving holiday. The theme this time however was a satire of the word thanks, poets were asked to write about the things they were not thankful for. I’ll let the pictures and the poems speak for themselves.
Gigiputting on a show of lies just to hold onto the person you once were, instead of evolving into a better manenochblind to the fact that the only thing about a man that is a man, is his mindandrew
xavierwe have tradition, we have class, forks always on the left and elbows never touch the tablebrandongot me paranoid like spliff, thats what I wrote this clever skit in hieroglyphstylerit takes someone perfect to understand your passionabryannaSo please understand why I find it very hard to believe that you’re with me, because God if you were how could you ignore those prayersA’kashathat serpent must be crafty when he gets ready to come after me, so I must be pleasing to the eyecassidyget your life, as I hand it to you on a paper plateconnerlove, i’m ready to welcome you into my lifeleestrangers who pretend to be lovers, intoxicating each other with false promises of forever
I'm trying to take pictures of God; He's everywhere and we've done such a fantastic job of not seeing him. If you're here then look closely, and you'll find something about yourself in these images. View all posts by jvarina
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