Breaking In Size Tens

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Watch the video here!

Any and all of my spoken word performances, at this point, are opened up with this piece. This is basically an into to everything else. It brings the reader/listener down to my level and helps you
understand just how intense this will get for me, and maybe this is also a warning to the reader/listener that it may get just as intense for them

Watch the YouTube video for this here:


Breaking In Size Tens


I suggest that you opt to go bare-foot if the only shoes available are mine.

If you insist, I will lend them to you, though heed this warning to what you will find.

Wear my shoes and brace yourself for new-to-you experiences seen through my eyes.

Prepare to accept that your new sensitive heart is not capable of lies.


You'll feel a strange need to voluntarily make yourself suffer, and my suggestion to you is to do it.

In my shoes, destruction makes room for new life, so why not pursue it?

Doing this also releases that pressure in your chest; hearts of passion run risk of implode.

Respond when your body is telling you "Create, you idiot! Or you will explode!".


Don't forget, while you're in my shoes you're alone,  and no one can relate.

Not one person is capable of comprehending what you're feeling, and you don't want the attention that that can create.

So get used to writing it out; filling entire notebooks like an emotional flood.

Your pen becomes your heart's extention, an appendage, the ink is now your blood.


Random obscurities stick out more, thoughts will disturb and drive you crazy.

Everything comes on sharp and vivid, canceling out anything seeming hazy.

Thoughts will come to quick for you to process, and it isn't possible to keep up.

So just do your best to sort through the mess, learn to decompress as you get beat up.


Your heart continues to lose blood the entire time as it exploits anything you're capable of feeling.

Your brain complies to a code, makes neutralizing efforts, perpetual motion, mind reeling.

Indeed, every moment of survival is an eternity of struggle for the cold soul who fills my shoes.

An endless endurance run as you carry an overloaded bleeding heart without amuse.

You can try to keep a reasonable pace, weighed down by a heart several sizes too large.

If stop to catch your breath, your heart may escape your chest and continue without you in one violent "charge!"


A rock in the shoe. By definition, psychopaths feel nothing. Without my shoes this is true

But whoever puts my shoes on, life is rocked, even for those with the emotional capacity of a shoe.

So take my shoes and ride the storm if you wish, now that you know there is no smooth sailing on this cruise.

With nothing to gain, save for suffering, and with only your mind to lose.

Submitted: June 06, 2018

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Yeah, I can relate. When no one seems to understand, what else can we do but try and write it out? Nicely done.

Wed, June 6th, 2018 9:19pm

Jeff Bezaire

Raw and real. If people could step into our shoes for even a day, I wonder if we'd still feel alone.
You've thrown a solid punch with this piece. It's great to have you back on Booksie!

Fri, June 8th, 2018 8:43pm


I'm glad to be back! It felt good to be silent for a couple years so that I could write without seeking constant validation from others. It was slowing me down. I remember you were one of the few people who implored me to pursue poetry, needless to say, I did. Full force. And I love it! I've got about 10 more I plan on publishing on this profile that I've written over the last few years. Thanks for stopping by, man. It's so great to hear from you.

Fri, June 8th, 2018 3:04pm

Keke Serene

so I found your other profile haha. :)
I like the idea that this is an introductory spoken word poem. I love spoken word poems- I should honestly listen to them more, they can be so striking. I even had the pleasure of seeing Neil Hilborn- and I bought his book The Futute. So much wonderful work.
My only complaint is that I had a super hard time reading the cursive writing- I'm sorta blind lol. Though it's really hard to read honestly. I also think you might wanna go through and reread it because I feel like there were some words missing maybe, like a 'you' somewhere.
But I loved all the references to the heart! For obvious and less than obvious reasons ahah. :)
And those last lines- so powerful- a strong ending.
Have you considered making videos of these and posting them to YouTube??? I'd certainly listen to them! :)

Fri, June 8th, 2018 11:43pm

Keke Serene

I'm sorry I'm spamming you, I just forgot something I wanted to say with my first comment so I'm sorry, but it's in good taste. I just wanted to say I greatly appreciate the rawness in this at opening your mind up to actually express and reflect on what we think. Writing is hard, especially when it stems from our emotions or thoughts and so I loved the contrast of how clean cut the logic is in the mind but when it's expressed its bloody, messy, it changes from something bright red to a dull brown, it spreads out bigger after its spread...just what I thought anyways, that I'd share my appreciation for that contrast. It also reminds me of that quote- something to the effect of writing is easy, all you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed. So very true. I'd gone through some very difficult times lately and it really made no sense in my mind and it really burdened- it still hurts honestly, but I couldn't write about it either. That voicelessness is logical to me, it keeps me from feeling those destructive feelings that inch towards suffering instead of release. I do believe Part 1 talks about that as well a bit, so I've kinda brought in themes from both...but yeah. Both are such strong writes. Thank you.

Sat, June 9th, 2018 12:11am

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