From Wikipedia: Shane .L. Koyczan (b. 22 May 1976) is a poet. He was born … Read Full Bio ↴From Wikipedia: Shane .L. Koyczan (b. 22 May 1976) is a poet. He was born in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, Canada, and grew up in Penticton, British Columbia, Canada. He is the first international performer to win the Individual Championship title at the National Poetry Slam 2000 in the U.S. state of Rhode Island.
Shane is a dynamic and charismatic artist whose performances are jaw-dropping in their expressive power. His delivery follows that of slam poetry and his performances and personae are at the vanguard of the live poetry circuit in the U.S., Canada & the UK.
His written work has been well received in Canada & the UK. The initial print-run for his book Visiting Hours dwarfed the industry standards for poetry books. Visiting Hours was recommended as a Book of the Year 2005 by the Guardian and the Globe and Mail.
Together with Mighty Mike McGee and C. R. Avery, he is the co-founder of spoken word, "talk rock" trio, Tons of Fun University.
Shane is a dynamic and charismatic artist whose performances are jaw-dropping in their expressive power. His delivery follows that of slam poetry and his performances and personae are at the vanguard of the live poetry circuit in the U.S., Canada & the UK.
His written work has been well received in Canada & the UK. The initial print-run for his book Visiting Hours dwarfed the industry standards for poetry books. Visiting Hours was recommended as a Book of the Year 2005 by the Guardian and the Globe and Mail.
Together with Mighty Mike McGee and C. R. Avery, he is the co-founder of spoken word, "talk rock" trio, Tons of Fun University.
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Shane Koyczan Lyrics
We have lyrics for these tracks by Shane Koyczan:
A Good Day You used to say, on a good day I only…
A Letter to Remind Myself Who I Am Dear Me, This is You, Me, Get up. The ground is your reward …
All the Tea If you build your China shop around him, Do not blame…
Blueprint In times of unimaginable grief people will offer you their…
Circle If you keep your eye on depression... and back away, Spacing…
Favourite When I play favorites you always win Champion of my now,…
Heaven or Whatever "You can't just do whatever" The words stumbled out of you L…
Juggernaut he would say be still. be still my boy. never son. because i…
More Often Than Sometimes If I knew what I know now then, way back…
My Darling Sara The failing use of my right hand isn't actually the failing…
People R Getting Better It's alright It's okay Ask me about tomorrow Only here today…
Promise We never promised each other much we were always just kind…
Pulse My flag is a traffic light And at night it glows…
Remember How We Forgot Remember how we forgot? Remember how no one ever really die…
restaurant I met a man who makes meals at a restaurant…
Shine Gleam. Where the street lamps are broken, leaving 14 year ol…
Shut Up And Say Something If I should die today Tell the world the things that…
Skin Skin... tells you how to touch it if you listen And…
Sometimes I Cry Sometimes, I cry Like happiness is a miracle I can't be…
Specials She won't tell you about the specials unless you ask…
Swiftly I dreamt once, that even though we're not related, and…
Tarot The fool loves completely. He stands with arms wide open, ho…
The Crickets Have Arthritis It doesn't matter why I was there, where the air…
Time Difference You will see the sunrise before I do. That's what it's…
To This Day To This Day When I was a kid I used to think…
Tomatoes People always ask me How do you memorize all of that? And…
Troll Once upon a time, you and all your kind lived underneath…
Visiting Hours During visiting hours, I had to read to sick people. The…
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@gettingby9807
Lyrics:
If I knew what I know now then, way back when we first met,
I’d point to the sunset and say,
“I drew that for you. Every now and then you can catch it wrinkling in the rain.”
See I can talk a good game from the stage,
but if you want to gage a romantic thing said when we were messing up the bed the best I can give you is,
“Oh my God we’re totally humping.”
Regardless, there’s something beautiful about stating the obvious.
All of us do it. In the moments when we can’t believe it we have to say it.
It’s like pinching yourself to make sure you’re awake.
Take, for example, something as simple as touching someone.
We so often say, “You’re so soft.”
And the last person to touch them may have said it for the twenty-eighth time but today, I’m number twenty-nine
and I’m not saying it for her benefit, I’m saying it for mine.
Because there’s almost 7 billion people in the world, half of which are men, and when the number of them is 3.5 billion,
it’s pretty fuckin’ cool that I was number twenty-nine.
And once upon a time I was first in line for a girl with freckles and strawberry blonde hair.
We loved like an electric chair hooked up to a nuclear power plant and plugged into the sun, and everything we did had never been done.
I woke up the next morning with a smile that told the world, “I’m number one.”
I think of her, more often than sometimes, and if she ever hears this I want her to know that our first kiss tasted like pepper.
I met her on June 27th. That year it was Yellowknife’s first day of continual light and, despite the sun not setting that night,
we each went home alone, even though our parents told us, “Be home before dark.”
We could’ve stayed out for weeks, could’ve watched the way the sun leaks like liquid over the horizon, casting shadows over all the right places of a bargain bin where love was 75% off, and we were collectively 25¢ away from forever.
There are times in the North when the sun never sets.
And it gets confusing when we ask ourselves questions like,
“Is it too late, or too early?”
More often than sometimes we didn’t care.
We lived like two games of solitaire waiting to be played by one another.
Her mother once asked me, “Do you love her?”
And I said if there were 1 million teachers breathing down my neck telling me that the answer is no, I would say yes.
I guess that was enough for her, because that girl’s father palmed me a condom and wished me a happy birthday.
Even now there’s no way to tell, was that awkward or creepy?
We loved like two hit-men hellbent on assassinating regret. Her orgasm was a wet gremlin multiplying itself into another.
Her younger brother knocked on the bedroom door asking, “What are you guys doing in there?”
And somewhere amid the awesome and all of the in between we replied in unison, “Studying.”
And we were.
I wrote notes on her skin in flesh toned permanent ink that would sink and sit inside as I tried to underline the important parts of her: bellybutton, birthmark, collarbone. And I wrote notes explaining that hers felt like silk stretched over stone.
I told her, “You’re so soft.” She smiled and said, “Duh.” followed by, “My bellybutton is not an erogenous zone.”
And I said, “I hate that word,” and she asked, “Which one?” and I said, “Erogenous.” I told her, “There’s beauty in the obvious, and your bellybutton is where you started, it’s where cells divided and grew into you so let me do what students do best, you can test me later but right now let me study.” She said, “You’re lucky this is a take home test, boy.”
I highlighted and double underlined. Lips.
I think of the beauty in the obvious, the way it forces us to admit how it exists, the way it insists on being pointed out like a bloody nose, or how every time it snows there is always someone around to say, “It’s snowing.”
But the obvious isn’t showing off, it’s only reminding us that time passes, and that somewhere along the way we grow up.
Not perfect, but up and out.
It teaches us something about time, that we are all ticking and tocking, walking the fine line between days and weeks as if each second speaks of years and each month has years listening to forever but never hearing anything beyond centuries swallowed up by millenniums, as if time was calculating the sums needed to fill the empty belly of eternity.
We so seldom understand each other.
But if understanding is neither here nor there, and the universe is infinite, then understand that no matter where we go we will always be smack dab in the middle of nowhere. All we can do is share some piece of ourselves, and hope that it’s remembered.
Hope that we meant something to someone.
My chest is a cannon that I have used to take aim and shoot my heart upon this world.
I love the way an uncurled fist becomes a hand again, because when I take notes, I need it to underline the important parts of you:
happy, sad, lovely.
Battle cry ballistic like a disaster or a lipstick earthquaking and taking out the monuments of all my hollow yesterdays.
We’ll always have the obvious.
It reminds us who and where we are, it lives like a heart shape, like a jar that we hand to others and ask, “Can you open this for me?”
We always get the same answer: “Not without breaking it.”
More often than sometimes, I say go for it
@BeyonIllusion
It's hard to Believe that we live in a world so black and white bleaque that someone who expresses themselves freely is unique and is treated as a freak being yourself is always said but not treated as an essential we all know it's crucial but don't seem to care we walk around as tamed animals not asking questions no one seems to mention how the only interactions we have are through these phones
we are all pawns the kings are too just don't know it till there's another tragedy like an oil spill then all our fussing about caring becomes nil cause it's not in America so why should we care when 9/11 happened the whole nation was staring but, when all those innocent children in Afghanistan were murdered no one batted an eye just shouted "America!"proving that all we say is lies we talk a big game and never seem too tame till something important happens and we all cower in fear
The youth of today and tomorrow have no true role model all of our toddlers will never know what potential they have nor what they will have to face in a few years all the tears the laughs the naps all the name calling and the bully's the fights and the restless nights it's unfortunate the excuses we make, it sounds like a broken record "kids are cruel" "it will happen" it is no longer in our power what happens everyday sop stories tower with every true story comes 100
People looking for glory absolute fakes social snakes that suck everything out of you and leave they pout when you figure them out its ridiculous how inconspicuous the evil people and problems seem to be that some kids would rather leave this earth then stay and try and live until they die and fight to stand out but, no they're out.
It's hard to Believe that we live in a world so black and white bleaque that someone who expresses themselves freely is unique and is treated as a freak, ...
Idk I've seen people posting their poems
@meima4313
I love how he explains a sexual act but in a way that isn't distasteful but beautiful like it should be.
@gavinstarks2761
Meima Animesebas agreed, unfortunately today it's just a thing they have and never understand what it should be.
@kierstynjohnson7794
"Oh my god, we are totally humping"
@hexadecim8
Fuckin, right ?
@ferrypanda
@@kierstynjohnson7794 😂😂😂
@skeliskull
I love that line "We’ll always have the obvious. It reminds us who and where we are, it lives like a heart shape, like a jar that we hand to others and ask, “Can you open this for me?” We always get the same answer: “Not without breaking it.” More often than sometimes, I say go for it." *impactful
@stino22
I really like that one too. For some reason it gets to me.
@TheJPJT1234
I could listen to him for hours... It's like reaches into me and unravels to tangled mess of hurt and pain, laying it out on the table like a map and plotting a course to happier times
@NoName-zi8le
❤❤❤❤
@pumpkinoligarchy6626
Okay, you are now one of my favorite people😻