the electric city

As you may have gathered, the three of us bloggers come from the small town of Franklin, Tennessee. While the people are wonderful and the place has so much to offer, life can seem a little slow sometimes! For this reason, 1/3 of this blog has taken to the streets. That's right, Isi Beach has gone to Chicago and she's never coming back (actually she is, but let her think that for now). The hustle and bustle of the big city is thrilling and Isi feels that she has come alive. So, while the city never sleeps, Isi stays up all night and writes about it. She can feel the electricity of the windy city coursing through her- and she hopes that with this poem, you can too.


City Mouth

My mouth, the revolver
Runnin round the city like it knows somebody
Or is somebody
Spitting rhymes like bullets
Speed of light can't keep up
Flying high on crack, speed, with ecstasy
With power
Shooting down anything like "move bitch, you're in the way"
Fits in, in this city
Pizza mouth lipstick mouth power mouth M79
My mouth,
The revolver.


by Isi Beach


There you have it. On another note, we welcome blog submissions of all shapes and sizes and we strongly encourage/dearly beg all of you lovely readers to show us what you've got! Submit your stuff to wrotewritewrit@gmail.com. Please. Thank you!
Peace.

anis mojgani

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For Those Who Can Still Ride In Airplanes

those of you who know us well enough have probably noticed our latest obsession with slam poetry. because of this not-so-unhealthy fixation, here is a post about a fantastic writer/speaker who is a two-time National Poetry Slam Champion and winner of the International World Cup Poetry Slam. he has published three collections: Over the Anvil We Stretch, The Feather Room, and Songs from Under the River.

If you like what you heard here, check out his blog.

Also, we've had a serious lack of posts from you guys lately. Not to be rude, but that sucks. Please, please, please tell us what you think! Questions, comments, concerns, jokes, etc. We love it all.

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procrastination at its finest

Maybe we're being self-centered, but let's admit it, you've been dying for a new post. Well, sorry guys, we just haven't had time lately (you can blame certain teachers; we won't tell you their names). However, here's what you should be looking forward to in the near future: 1. a post about the Williamson County Slam (shout out to Jordan Webb for representing FHS and taking home first place!) 2. a post about the open mics that have been happening at The Coffee House on 2nd and Bridge in Downtown Franklin 3. some original pieces 4. more featured artists.

Again, we apologize for not keeping up with regular posts. Unfortunately we're busy trying to figure out how to be independent almost-adults, and apparently doing things you enjoy doesn't play a huge role in "grown up" life. Here's a poem I wrote a few days ago to (hopefully) curb your annoyance at us.

will you be my color wheel?

will you let me feel

the monochromatic certainty

in your fingernails?

let me sing to you

in paint and silence

my skin screams for

your gamma rays

shut the silver into my soul

let me be black and blue

for you

those eyelashes rip

me in two

I'm shredded

by the orange hues

Emitted by my love for you

Forever is a minute too

Short for me to prove

How long this eon is

I'd throw a mountain top

Or climb into the valleys of your eyes

Gratefully, thankfully

Anoint me in the oil paint of our harmony

Quit harming me with your denial

Stop charming me with the revival

Of my senses every time

I lay an eye on you

I cry

My tears are wetter than the dead sea

Because I'm alive

Every time you vilify me

My soul becomes  a valley filled with charcoal pencils

I can't resist you

The watercolor of your adoration stains

The paper of my skin

A mark of our pigmented sin

Freedom screaming from within

Perpetual

a ritual

Of dismissal

You're a missile

Destroying the isle

Of my isolation

An atomic explosion

An artistic implosion

You are my constant convulsion.

freedom of expression

One of the greatest things about street art is that it forces people to pay attention. In this modern day and age, getting people to appreciate the arts is very difficult. Street artists have realized this, and have decided that instead of getting people to go to art museums, they'd bring the museums to the people. On top of making art more accessible to the public eye, street art also allows socioeconomic groups that would not normally be able to afford formal artistic training to express themselves in a positive manner.

Anyone can be an artist. All you need is a can of spray paint, a wall, and an idea. The following video is an example of how young people have recently defied the odds in order to express themselves through art. Enjoy.

williamson county slam

What are you doing tomorrow at 4:00 pm? That's right! You'll be at Independence High School for the Williamson County Semifinal Slam.