OPEN MIC ENCORE III
January, 2004

 

The Barren Face
 Marc A. Cid
 Hate Fills Me When I See That Barren Face
 Cold, Desolate, Lonely And Out Of Place
 Time Runs Ever So Slow In That Empty Space
 Unforgiving It Drains Me In Solitary Solace.
 
 As I Walk In The Sands Of Despair
 Wondering If There Was Another Misery I Can Compare
 No There Is None I Tell My Soul
 This Barren Face Takes Its Mighty Toll.
 
 No Hope I Find In This Barren Face
 Eyes Staring Back Devoid Of All Grace
 In This State I'll Lay Myself To Waste
 As The Eyes Of The Barren Face Become My Fate.
 
 No One To Console My Sorrow, I Alone Weep
 My Own Right Hollow, Misery I Reap
 More Pain And Agony I Keep
 As The Barren Face's Fang Bite Deep.
 
 Now My Own Blood Becomes One With The Sand
 I Reach Out To The Barren Face With My Hand
 Cold, Lonely, Desolate And Out Of Place
 Too Late I Realized, I Am The Barren Face.
 
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AFTER JOHN
Selleny Lions
Sorrow weeps from every pore of her skin.
Its hand reaches softly through her chest and gently cradles her heart.
Working to still the throbbing. 
There to subdue; to quiet. 
 
When it lightly looses her heart
All senses have clouded.
 
She brings herself there -
that place of sorrow ≠
to challenge daily its continued presence in her marrow and muscle.

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I see my hair of fiery ice
floating by my side
drifting past the jagged rocks
there is no place to hide.
 
Water rushes past me,
like love that I have shown.
I take a breath
and sink the depth
of life that I have known.
 
A little girl is hiding,
inside me as if caged.
Years of fear, hate and sorrow
fills her heart with rage
 
As I float
upon the stream
of hate, deceit and bother
I see the man
that I had dreamed,
and he plucks me from the water
 
Sharmon Caiola-Lussier

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In the depth of the night
I lost myself.
Falled colors, impatient to suffer for harmony,
Deformed forms,
Desolate structures.
The calmness of the known
Drowns in the madness of what is.
Expectations,
Unfulfilled dreams,
Smashed yearnings for impossible worlds.
All slowly gather as this is their final wish
The last light of the day vanishes
As a dream gone forever...
 
I am you, Night!
jeni mihova

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Where were you when the dam held tight?
Tears bashing like water against its walls.
Did you come to my rescue when I banished the light?
When I prepared a safe haven from the world.
 
Did you look for me when I hid from the crowds?
Even friends were strangers to me.
Did you hold my hand when I needed strength?
To overcome the terror I felt.
 
Did you listen to the chaos I heard in my mind?
Every bad word and deed remembered.
Did you hear of the hate that I turned on myself?
Blood replacing feelings unfelt.
 
Did you help me when I needed to find myself?
When I had lost all I had once been.
Did you rejoice when I took my first steps into life?
Catching me when backwards I slipped.
 
Did you support me in my journey through madness?
To hold back pain, anger and sorrow.
I needed your love and support through those years,
But you werenít there when I needed you.
 
Gail Deemer

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PERFECT FAILURE
by Victoria Benton
 
Standing here, gazing into the mirror
Judging the image I see reflecting back at me
Always unsatisfied, and greatly disappointed
In the result of my failure at mind over matter
 
Searching for the motivation to get me back on track
But the depression from these daily views leaves me in a trance
Mad at the changes, but too sad to change them
Consumed by my weakness, but too discouraged to strengthen
 
My body is still...no motion within
I crave for activity, satisfaction once again
I wish I could go back to the plan I once had
But a single malfunction placed me here now instead
 
Help me to heal, Lord
From the inside to out
Give me recovery in this alternate route.

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The Girl And The Boy
naraku sukari
In a dark room, sat a young girl.
Tears fell from her eyes as her head was in a whirl.
Inside she felt betrayed,
As she picked up the silver blade.
She brought it closer to her wrists,
There was a calling of freedom that she could not resist.
If she did this, she would no longer suffer,
Because everyday her life was getting tougher.
She could not take it anymore,
So she would end her life right here on the floor.
 
When she was about to cut her wrists,
The one that loves her comes in through the mists.
He says he loves her,
But to the girl everything is a blur.
He tries to stop her from ending her life,
But the girl has already used the knife.
She lies there in a pool of blood,
As the boy falls on his knees with a thud.
He holds her in his arms,
And wonders why she would bring herself so much harm.
He cries as he contemplates,
He can never forgive himself for acting too late.
 
So the young man makes a decision,
And he grabs the knife in his blurred vision.
He decides that he would rather be dead,
Then have to live on with this dread.
 
The young girl and young boy are now dead,
Their bodies both covered with red.
Isnít it funny what love makes you do?
But at least theyíll have each other, through and through.

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So Long
Jeff 

Step over the edge, just one more day
I've finally left the ledge, just can't stay
It's been so long, on the brink of disaster
This life is so wrong, time to meet the master
I'm falling...I'm falling...
Days have become so grey
How can this life go on
Repeating the same thing everyday
Nothing new will ever come this way
Decisions that go nowhere
Blurry visions of what happens day to day
Can't stop now, it's something new
Can't keep going through the same motions
There's nothing left to do
My angels calling...I'm falling...

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THE FEAR OF BEING REAL
Katie Robinson
 
My history keeps repeating
Itís the same each time around
I always end up needing
This love that canít be found
I get up once in a while
But often Iím too weak
Depressionís not in style
So when can the real me speak?
A missing person to my mind
They often ask how my life goes
Of course I say Iím doing fine
Because they donít really want to know
They donít see this fake
Iím so stuck on this mask
They donít know the right way
Is to really mean what they ask
This surface Iím so sick of
The pretending and the lying
Some think theyíre being tough
But who can be tough when theyíre dying?
Itís a cancer thatís spreading
The fatalities I feel
I long for itís final ending
This fear of being real

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*the song*
just call me shade 

"raving shadows i do call in a power for the all....
blood is shedding covering all.......
life is dying in front of me time to waste in lives of three......
i call on time to wait to dine....
i gave a dime to the time when i had a calling.....
a calling for life to the end when i yet saw him......
why i sat there waiting for him i no not.....
what i did do get this i no not.....
but i wish that i could sit on life and stop the time for i am the unwilling....
undeceiving and undeserving i no not what i've done to live a life of uncared for dreams....i no not what i've done to deserve this.......i.....i....im tired of this sh it ill call my own......tired of life all my own......tired of dread and darkness calling.....tired of all this fucking sh it that comes my way......i have no life no friends today.......no body to play with......no body to live with.....no body to mess with.....nothing to call my own.....nothing to give to the moon......this i sit to the dead lifeless dreams i know......but i cant coupe with the desolate dreams that i have so long guarded......this is my life....my song......my dream"

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 Mirrors
chris orvis      

Mirrors full of discontent,
I turn to hide, I've tried to vent,
return I do to those mirrors each day,
each day I pray to see some change,
not a change in style nor face,
not a change in color or taste,
yet the change I seek lay deep inside,
a change of heart a change of mind,
a change of perception is what I look for,
a change so deep it goes strait to the core,
this change is necessity not want or greed,
this change I seek I seek to be free,
free from the world which holds us all down,
free from a life that never leaves town,
free from the fears that are deep in our souls,
free from a body that only grows old,
I know in a mirror these things I won't find,
these things lay too deep to be found with two eyes,
but to the mirror I will go each day,
until the day comes when my life fades away..

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"POSSIBILITY"
Damonne Lowery

There's a possibility of the penitentiary,
There's a possibility that there's no hope 4 U & me.
There's a possibility that we may die 2 soon,
There's a possibility there's a snitch in the room.
2 live life 2 fast is a possibility,
It's possible that friends could turn into enemies.
The possibilities 4 endless 4 us in this life,
It's possible I will not find myself another wife.
There's possibilities 4 bad & good 2 transpire,
It's possible 2 have a good career & retire.
It's possible this could B our last day on earth,
It's possible that U don't know how much you're worth.
There's a possibility of relieving this stress,
A possibility of getting out of this mess.
It's possible my poetry will outlive myself,
It's possible I'm understood by nobody else.
U C, there's no limit 2 the possibilities,
Let's choose & pursue the path of positivity.

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Scared To Think...
thuggirl
I sit here, alone with thoughts of you,
sometimes confused of what to do.
My mind has doubts that I can't deny,
so, I lay alone...
alone to cry.
 
I feel my life slip out of my hands.
I feel all the stumbles between the stands.
Tears drop down after every blink.
So, I long for distraction...
I'm too scared to think.
 
When you're here and by my side,
I allow concentration I no longer hide.
But when solitude approaches
and catches me here,
I yearn for voices...
for silence, I fear.
 
I seem to be lost in the craving for conversation.
Vulnerable to time...
overwhelmed by sensation!
I long to find a bonding link.
Afraid of my thoughts...
too scared to think.

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Love is all they had
Or at least I thought,
I looked up to them
With every yes sir and mam,
I thought we'd be together forever
Oh boy was I wrong,
See the problem with a 3 person relationship is
The parents are supposed to be strong
 
     By: Renee K. Crum

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MONSTERS
By Cheri Raley Phillips
 
Lost in a forest of dreams
Little ones rest their heads
"Twixt percale and eiderdown,
neath the feathers of geese.
 
Asleep is the witching time
when the night raids begin.
The smell of roasted children
Weighs heavily upon his breath.
 
Banisters scream. Stairs creak.
There is a leak in the system.
The towering maggot is back.
Wee ones always pay the price.
 
A wild riot breaks the peace.
Hide under the bed!
No! There are Monsters, Alligators,
Sea serpents and Dragons!
 
An emotional leper
Sings a lullaby from hell.
Wibble-wobble. Think fast. Run!
The closet is a dark, safe friend.
 
Now I lay me down to sleep.
(An elfin promise to the Almighty)
When I grow up, I will love my babies
forever and ever. Amen
 
Banisters scream. Stairs creak.
There's a leak in the system.
The towering maggot is back.
Wee ones always pay the price.

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A LONE PRAYER.
By FADO
 
I sit alone in the darkness
kneeling and afraid
praying for it all to end
and into oblivion fade
 
Lord, I just don't understand
What is it about my skin?
Why is it some people want to hate me
and not know the person within?
 
I watch my tears drip in the darkness
on the cracked pavement below
my bruises bleed profusely
as I embrace eternal woe
 
Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin
and think I should be abused?

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EASY
   fall in
EASY
   fall out
 
hello...
 
I love you
 
I hate you
 FU*CK YOU!
 
GOODBYE!

© 2003 elusive_butterfly

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The War
Oksana ksyara
Do you owe the right
To take revenge for your brothers
In my wounds, in my grief, from my soul?
 
Is it fair to fight
With the sons through their mothers,
Take their tears, steal the peace as a toll?
 
It is true that creed
Can destroy, as you worship oppression,
Praise your guns, for in weapons you trust.
 
Faith will not concede
To barbarians in bloody obsession.
We survive to thrive on for the just.

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