20
Mar 09

They Call me Warrior

Shannon Leighs Myspace page

Shannon Leigh is a spoken word artist out of Atlanta, GA. She is the National Poetry Slam’s 3rd-place Indies winner and a member of the 2007 Atlanta Art Amok! Team. She is the 3-time champion and 4-time team member of the U21S Slam, 4-time finalist in the Austin Slamoff, has performed in Austin, San Antonio, Conroe, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Chicago, Cambridge, Atlanta, and Cape Town, South Africa, and has shared the stage with the likes of Saul Williams, Jared Paul, Sage Francis, Taalam Acey, Matthew John Conley, Da’Shade Moonbeam, Earth Raiders, Blacklisted and Public Offenders. She has performed with Sage Francis in Las Vegas, NV and featured at DemocracyFest 2005 in Austin, TX at Stubb’s BBQ, performed at the National Poetry Slam and is featured on Season 6 of Def Poetry Jam.

She has a hip-hop album, Sanctuary, available, as well as a webstore for “Fuck Me Human” clothing, made on request of several people who heard her poem of the same name.

Fuck Me Human

Her book FUCK ME HUMAN is now for sale at Lulu.com! It’s more expensive online, because it’s a prettier book with new poems and photographs. If you want the cheap one, you’re just going to have to find her at a venue.

Her personal myspace page is listed further down. Her Livejournal name is shazzathegreat so if you LJ (and what poet doesn’t) friend her, as she loves friends.

06
Sep 08

about a girl

she was New York through and through fast pace and unsentimental but very friendly once you got past the façade, the very first difference I noticed was in her goodbyes, see in Minnesota folks need closure and they will often keep you for what seems hours after you first let them know “I gotta go” passive aggressively widdling your life span with things like “ok ahh I’ll see you Monday unless you get hit by a car, and in which case I’ll totally visit you in the hospital unless I get mugged or something on the way…I don’t know I just want to make sure…” please just say peace and leave already.  But I was going to tell you about this girl, she was concerned with Fiji water and pre-ripped jeans, how we ever became a couple, I don’t know.  See she ailed from out of state in a different way she couldn’t  change her hometown but she could change her mind state her Louis Vuiton purse was like a grab bag holding tidbits of her deep seated hate for Minnesota, said she wish she was from a less cold place and I had to laugh,…at the irony in her statement, she was beautiful, angry and crazy strangely we had little in common beside a hometown a lonely longing and a youthful curiosity maybe we drew strength off each other’s insanity, but I was going to tell you about this girl she handed me my flaws on a silver platter, that was just the level of sophistication she was accustom to, on our very fist date I ate a 35 dollar piece of lasagna that her dad unknowingly picked up the cheque for, I won’t tell you here last name but she shares it with a former president and that’s not a coincidence, yes there was time when rich girls really dug me for some reason maybe it was just good old fashion slumming but this one invited me to stay with her in her posh Brooklyn apartment and though I barely had enough money to last a day in New York I cheerfully accepted. obsession turned to frustration annoyance and ultimately something sapping in shadow yet all the while unconsciousness all round down and called pure physicality the night of our fight regarding her denial of the existence of dinosaurs I came to the realization that from the start I was delusional so I faced the music quit attempting to resuscitate a love that never truly lived, I was a kid, passion turned to frustration disgust and ultimate something intangible a run down I called boredom she kick my ass to the curb in a network minute with the cold quickness of surgical steel but the fat graffiti letters were on the wall the night she asked me to start sleeping on the guest bed so I lighten my shoulder load, I took a greyhound home, I wrote this poem, shave my head and started over.

- homelessryank

09
Aug 08

Poetry

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09
Aug 08

poetry 25

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Aug 08

poetry 2

test see how this one goes

09
Aug 08

The Rose

Roses are red violets are flowers


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