OPEN MIC ENCORE III
By TANYA BEAMER
Oh shit, I'm pregnant. What am I gonna do?
I don't want babies, especially not by you.
But let's stay together and put on this show,
Like we're a happy couple so no one will know
That behind closed doors all we do is fight.
No matter what I do I can't make things right.
If we have a baby maybe things will improve.
YOu can get a job and then we can move.
Nine and a half months later, I have a stress test.
I'm having contractions; a c-section'd be best.
On August twenty-sixth, at one eighteen,
They pulled her out and I heard her scream.
Seven pounds ever, a healthy baby girl,
So full of emotions, my head began to whirl.
A child not borne with the push of her mother,
A special child in a class with no other.
I never knew I could love someone like this.
Even in pain, I was in a state of bliss.
Maybe this will work between me and you.
It's not just us now; we have someone new.
But that was just wishful thinking on my part.
If you cared about us you wouldn't break my heart.
Coming up to the hospital drunk as hell.
What's up with that? You know I ain't well.
You were too fucked up to change my baby.
But that'll change once we get home maybe.
And when we got home you were a changed man.
Things started taking shape the way that I'd planned.
I could watch her forever in her sleep.
She slept so soundly; I never heard a peep.
Remember when she would wake you up.
And you'd say not now 'cause Daddy's too drunk.
Remember how she loved to get attention,
Didn't matter from who, long as it was well-intentioned.
She brightened my life every single day.
Her love was so intense I know there's no way
I could ever feel for or love another.
So I'll remain a childless mother.
There's a pain in my heart, the cut of a knife,
Because the two I love the most are out of my life.
LIFE AS A KID
by: Sarah Smart
Life is fast,
When did i stop being a kid?
Pain is the difference.
Kids have the bliss of ignorance.
Once you experience life,
Once you know what's outside,
Outside your box,
Outside your comfort zone,
Outside your realm of happiness,
That's when you know.
You know you are no longer a kid.
You are in touch with the world.
You know what life is really about.
You experience pain,
abandonment, selfishness, dishonest encounters.
Rape, drugs, sex, money, alcohol,
What are pleasures?
They were crayons and finger paint,
A pretty flower, an imaginary friend.
Pictures in the clouds, a loving family.
Happiness is lost.
Your not a kid anymore.
And all you want to do is go back.
by Bill Albright
There is no beginning, no end
Only circles glamorized as life's walk
Avoiding the certain exit, which we pretend
Is written in a book, therefore we mock
Our brief time with empty cell phone talk.
"On the floor I lie
Wishing I could die
There's no one there
I know they don't care
I'm all alone
No friends on the phone
My strength is long gone
My heart sings an empty song
My heart is broken; cracked in half
I won't crawl back to you
I can't see this through
I don't need 'I told you so'
I've gone too low
Nothing can bring me back
My heart is at a lack
There are no words to show
The pain my heart knows
I want to leave behind
This endless pain to find
So I say goodbye"- "Good bye"
inhabitants of death, lurk, hate gives it its mood, as odor
Depression often strikes.
to the heartland of my soul,
“Isn’t it pretty?”
…the ever welcomed;
love, true friendship, happiness;
never come to this seemingly unwelcoming place.
Many peak into the opening of this place,
leave scared, violated and hated.
Strangers, often, don’t know
what they are getting themselves into,
My property trampled on.
Graffiti on the two walls
of this one-sided place.
Hate from this place often strikes
When they leave this place of hate,
they close the fenced door of this cold alley way
and told to
“ Never come back.”,
as loneliness comes back
By: Jessica Amato
On bloody hill.
Of one bloody pill.
My self pity.
Why am i here? What do i feel? Every experience ruined by thought.
Every complaint a notch against my lust for perfection, which is not just
above my out streched arms; but up the dearest mountain which i have not the
lungs to climb, the heart to carry me, and legs to take further steps.
I do dream of standing on that peak, of being the explorer after every step
and the beauty of that earthly nipple is, i can see everyone from there.
And they can see me.
Yet i am not on that peak, or half way up it. I don't know where i am,
I know i am in a prison, of my own and others construction. Yet those
same weak legs are unable to move me towards the pose i yearn for above that
In years to come will i try to stand ontop a small knole, or climb upon a
chair and try the view from there? how pathetic i have always been.
will i one day feel not the need to climb but the satisfaction of looking
down on those who can not stand. Do i feel this aleady?
I am young, and yet my heart is cold, yarning for warmth, but as always my
dreams, hope and love goes unrequited.
To be happy, is what i desire, and to make others happy, but not by people
laughing at me.
I have many role models, who have made different paths. I wish to walk
them all, and instead i just wander on flat ground and don't fight my way
through jungle making my own path.
Can you respond to this poem? can you tell me that i am respectable, and
that i am a good person?
I cry for me and no one else. How can you pity that?
Change is what i want. because i hate what i am and slowly i feel that
thought that i must except what i am.
How can i except what i am when i want to be anything but me.
Overwhelming me this pain,
Scarce a feeling i can explain.
seeing life's misery it came upon me.
On death of one so near & dear,
Did no one feel a pain so weary.
It doth put ure heart into the
Very windings of your stomach.
Cans't one feel so much pain,
Not knowing why he doth,
No lovest one ever hurt him,
So much this unknown fear.
A mystery this deep,
It makes me mind so weak,
Try I cannot flood over.
A desertion comes-
Leaving one's senses bleak.
Tomorrow will just be the same.
It haunts me.
I hear the hypnotic drizzle
of the rain coming down so slow,
Lying here all alone
oblivious to the world I do not know,
All day long I watch birds flying
in a cloudless sky,
But at night the rain comes
willing me to cry,
The whipping of the wind is
drowning out my mournful sighs,
With everyday that passes by
a small piece of me dies,
Am I destined to walk alone
forever in a world of pin,
All that I can hear
is the drizzle of the rain,
Lying there all alone
slowly I begin rocking,
Outside I can hear the rain
quietly its mocking,
Fear is taking over
consuming all that is me,
Am I getting closer
Love and hate. Should we
appreciate those facts
or should we lay down and
relax? Should we believe
the world is coming to an
end or should we sit and
play pretend? God gave us
life. Should we throw those
rights away and forget how
Do me a favor. Think about
I wish to cry,
but I can't seem to find why?
I lay and look,
for what life took.
My hair I tare,
my emotions I despair.
Sadness romes many,
but me its more than plenty.
My reason is unknown,
that's why I stare at nothing all alone.
The madness creeps into my vanes,
My reason remains.
But my reason without a tone,
is why I have a reason to stay home.
Look at the happy people as they walk by,
but what most don't know is happiness not, but only a lie.
Tomorrow the same,
Today truly feel lame.
The cover I use is that I have my reasons,
just like all the treasons.
It changes from time to time,
like my thoughts and words to rhyme.
So till tomorrow,
Il sit in the most forgotten sorrow.
Even tho my reason will remain,
to be for ever the same.
Thoughts not to throw but hold until never more,
Cuz my reason holds my soul, my gore.
To drive a restless mind,
truly obedient and kind.
My thrashed thoughts guide me down,
My reason is the only frown.
the same throughout each season.!!
By: Andrew Goulart
As I take upon this knife, I start to see my life, Everything is wrong, Yet
it seemed so right, I need someone to come down, For without them I will not
win tonight, I think about the good, I think about the bad, I start to
remember, All the good times we had, I know I'm not perfect, Neither are
you, With your two colours, I can see right through, My love is like a rock,
It never tends to break, No matter how hard you try, It's one thing you will
never take, You had your chance, You had it once, You used and abused it,
For several months, I gave you love, I gave you everything, What did you
give me, You didn't give me anything. Always fooling around, Making out in
bars, I caught you once and realized, True love was never ours, You treated
me bad, I hit you in the face, You got severe damage, All I got was an arm
brace, It never should have happened, We shouldn't have let it be, We
thought we were the perfect match, A side of each other we could not see, Two
colours, Two sides!
, Too many problems, Too many lies, Too many liars, Too many
heartbreakers, Two faces, Two lives, Think twice before you make the wrong
decision, Think twice before you start to kiss him, Think twice before you
go the wrong way, Think twice before you fade away, Now you're gone, From
the grasp of my palm, This knife it seems so friendly, Yet it is so deadly,
I slice my veins, I stab my chest, I gash my leg, Time for me to rest, I
fall, I hit the floor, Now I'm dead, I live no more, A big oblivion, As I
walk up the stairs, I see no one, No one anywhere, Everything sucks, I need
some friends, This is how it is, This is how it ends.
Why? Why? Why?
Why the people fight?
Spreading horror and fright.
Making world a dreadful place,
Try to be first in every race!
Why the people try? To make everyone cry!
Always they suspect,
For others they have no respect.
Why the people shy?
To be free of their ‘my’.
Never try to accept those,
Where their future goes! Why the people fright?
Of their future bright!
Thinking of their future and past,
Making their present last!
Why the people do all these?
Why can’t they live in peace?
Why they all don’t think,
That their life can end just in a blink!
NOTHING TO CRY
LIP SAI LIN ( MALAYSIA )
WITH LOVE AND EXPECTATIONS
NOTHING TO CRY
BITTER OR NOT THE FUTURE
TIMES PASSED BY
HAPPY OR NOT THE FUTURE
FATE CAME BY
DON'T LET GO
ANY CHANCE , EVEN FIRST IT IS ,
WHY NOT LOVE YOURSELF
IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER
WHY NOT CONTINUE TO LOVE
IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER
AS GOD LOVE YOU
MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE
AS GOD LOVE YOU
EVEN YOU DIDN'T
By Tom Dowell.
You never know just how life will go,
Appears to be in a pattern, then change alters the flow.
Happiness is fleeting, always leaves us wanting more,
Acceptance and patience are tested to our very core.
Will mankind ever be free?
Anger, fear and greed are not in harmony.
Love is all-powerful, man will soon see,
Living in a world without love is misery.
People of the world unite as one,
Forget hatred and put down the gun.
Peace to all men is the only way,
Let love shine upon us every day.
Equated with darkness, happiness disguised
Disfigured, like its parents, Betrayal and Lies
A cause for many to proclaim to the skies
Disgust follows, from sleep and through rise
A day filled with fear, hate and despise
A night that ends with your internal cries
Cry for help, silence will answer
Slow degradation, your soul has cancer
Profanity streams out like barroom banter
In a melodic mayhem similar to drunken chanters
As your mind slows from a run to a canter
Your mouth develops a tendency to stammer
Traveling the world and its seven seas
Journeying the galaxy at uncharted speeds
You've found a friend that is easy to please
Imagination, the only friend that you need
Antisocial thoughts help put you at ease
Lost in thought, oblivious, as the world bleeds
I may depart apart
God knows when comes time,
To leave my beloved behind with a griefied heart;
But before departing just give me a sign
To say me beloved good-bye
And to leave this world with a smiling face
When the star turns red
I will just lie on the bed;
So that tears don't come before my sleep
Otherwise I would have to weep,
God just help me to let them away
To die in an easy simple way,
About the next world, would it have them with me
Give them the strength to be without me;
A green signal need to be waved
So with the smile, good I can behave
With the blush on my sweet face,
Now its the time to leave my favourite place,
With a wish I wish to die...!
Time ticks like a bomb waiting to blow
As you get older life is taken from you like an enormous bite
You cannot find your destiny because you feel to much fright
You've had your friends and your foes
Now it is time to go
Its all taken from you like theft
BOOM!! Every thing is gone and devoured in death
Surrealism, punk, not giving a f^ck.
Being the impetus behind a million soggy tissues.
Applaudable, and rather nice, to see you enjoying the apogee
of your career with such fuck-me-i'm luscious aplomb.
A twisted genius, beautiful nutter, you were the last high.
My suicide letter said "that if this many people loved me
i must be doing something terribly wrong".
Your enormous talent could change my life with a whisper.
by ruejacobs aka alyspleasance aka alice liddell aka arden wine-pugliese
written 11-26-99 (for Jon-Benet Ramsey)
by the blade, she was born, sprung fully armed from her parent's mind.
those pieces carved away from her core, sacrifices, all, to a bonfire of
she gave off sparks, ignited a flashfire. ultimately, she was consumed.
tied to the stake, a baby witch, a changeling whose impassive smile
and smooth limbs, well accustomed to cables & cords danced once more.
resurrected by the digital realm, she made the world cry for little St.Jon
named for a martyr, she stood no chance.
her broken body, a media feast, this little manikin not 6 years old.
consigned to the grave, but restless as any child sent early to sleep,
the sacrament is on her lips as she leans to brush the soil from her gown
and steps from the pit,
FLOWERS IN THE RAIN
Flowers in the rain
Cold raindrops on their petals
Falling to the ground
We'll never forget the sight
There is nothing more lovely
The Forest is green
It is very beautiful
You can just stare for hours
It is a wonderful thing
Deep blue greater slants
Dark and overpowering
Heavy air surrounds
There's mist that spreads upon the
Hills, hypnotizing all minds
Written By: Kendall Filice and Olivia Jauregui
Nice and colorful
It is full of surprises
Sit and watch it grow
As it blooms it amazes
This means spring is coming soon!
Let the strands of creation capture you,
see the splendor of that which is real,
but still be memorized by the possibility,
Let love, hate, sadness fill you,
and take you away on a journey
the betrayer of my trust
told my secret
tearing open healing wounds
to bleed afresh
don't feel any remorse
laugh along with the crowd
just wait until it’s your turn
Forever good bye
The moon, in her grave,
Folding up her glittery wings,
Her soul waiting to leave the sky.
The lavender clouds sail away,
Weeping sad tears
That trickle upon my heart,
Forever, I feel sad,
Only wanting to sit alone
And reach up to kiss her amber glow.
Licking my own woe
And let time sails by itself,
I cannot get what I have just lost.
“GALAXY OF HOPE”
“ Hope… with astronomical dimensions ”
Milky way our great galaxy
empire of brilliant jewels
your blue diamond has become so cheap
cracked, …& so cruel
darkness of injustice & fume of wars
coated it’s sky blue
greediness of power arises above laws
search of justice has no clue !
first hemisphere lives in medieval feast
The second pays for it …
“third” ! hemisphere lives in medieval wars and diseases
planned by the first…but the poor never knew.....
crime… wars.. hatred become symphony of life
written by cruel makers of law
played with guns & knifes
that leaves life as dust of a chain saw
Milky way our great galaxy
empire of brilliant jewels
your blue diamond has become so cheap
cracked, …& so cruel
I’ll search on your endless borders for a planet of hope
where I can encounter real life
and where blood will never drop
I’ll merge with your travelling brilliant dust in space
to find for my dreams a sacred place
I’ll go beyond all sciences doubts & politician’s fears
prove to them that for seek of justice….
I can afford a journey through light years
But if my journey ended without a discover
I’ll never give up my dreams & say it’s over
because The ONE who created you Milky Way
had created a glowing field full of uncountable others ….
Think of the lives that only can sway,
I held their lives in my hand and threw them away.
I'm sorry I did it, their blood in my hand,
But I couldn't help it, I just couldn't stand.
If only I awoke to stop myself think,
Their lives would be theirs and just me to thank.
Now they are dead, it couldn't be changed,
Now just for them their funeral arranged.
Why me, why me, why did I have to kill?
I went to sleep and woke up just to find I was ill.
I'm sorry I did it, I'll repay them all back,
This knife in my hand and life I will slack.
The next time I sleep, I will not awake,
The time I will die is the next breath I take.
My life is a black hole. Every one knows me there and the people never
stare. You do not need to be invited you just need to be me. You also
must learn to live a life of hate. where no one cares and no one loves
not even the doves. But in the end you have to be a friend to yourself
and a foe to everyone else.
Larry L. Foreman
Is there a way to smell
The purple Shadows,
Bouncing from a lilac sky?
Can you sip the spirit
Of someone's calling,
Dazedly running through
Fields of waiving gypsies?
Will you winter among doilies?
Will you spring for summer?
Can you dance with the
Completion of my soul?
The tempest whispers
Warmly into the mouth
Of eternity- "JUJU
Yes you can."
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