In Words We Passion: Some Struggle

Where you from Isaac?
New York City
New York City? You must find this place just like home than.
Ha yeah, just like it.

It’s Saturday night (Sunday morning if you want be technical), living the college life as a sophomore from New York City, making the best out of my situation in Norton, MA. It’s 3 am and I just finished spinning records for a house party at Wheaton. As my partner and I are packing our equipment, one of the house members comes over and begins small talk asking questions like “what are you doing tomorrow,” the usual polite stuff. Not too long from than we ended up outside the house talking about spoken word and what it meant to us. Too make a long story very short, I was told that in order for me to take that step into actually understanding this form of art, I had to try out myself.
Here’s my attempt at creating art with the simplest tools humanity has to offer:

I don’t even wanna talk about the specifics
I don’t even wanna get into it
I just wanna
I just wanna
I just wanna
Let it go for 30 seconds
Put it all aside for 30 seconds
Make it seem like nothing has ever happened, for 30 seconds
Make it seems like everything will be ok, for 30 seconds
Feel like my wings have finally been granted, for 30 seconds
Spit at the sky and not have it land on my face, for 30 seconds
Forget about everyone I know for, for 30 seconds
Have everyone forget about me, for 30 seconds
I just want 30 seconds where my mind is not connecting me to my conscious
30 seconds where all the light bulbs around me shatter in 360 pieces
Removing everything around me In One blink,
But keep the light on
30 seconds where being hard-in a tough guy kind of sense- is soft
But being soft- in a sensitive guy kind of sense- is not optional:
It’s just being
30 seconds where the lights of the world go off and freeze time
But heat up my emotions and pains
Freeing the rough diamond of thoughts
That stab me in the back as I sleep during the day
30 seconds where MY dream is MINE
And forget you if you’re not in it
But thank you for being here during the 30 seconds I actually get.


Isaac, where’d you get that scar from?
Don’t worry about it.