OPEN MIC ENCORE II
January, 2003

   The sounds sing.
         From my guitar sounds ring.
         Poetic music.

mark difilippo 

~*~

        The squirrel is brown.
         It climbs a big tree.
         It does not fall out.

mark difilippo

~*~

Life, death, loving true
I feel the night sweeping through
I am dead to you.

Christen Murphy

~*~

APPALACHIA
Suzy Fech

Tree-covered mountains
Colors of orange, yellow, red.
Peace is all around.

~*~

Light is bright at night
don't look into the bright light
or you will be blind

Larry Sarrazin

~*~

Few actually know,
as most have pulled back.
It is said to be like LSD.

Eric LeMay

~*~

Big Crazy Ballers
They stick cats in their chompers
These are some bad dudes.

Anthony Patten

~*~

GLACIER
by Asim Tiwari

O GOOD GOD'S
 GREAT GLACIER
HOW ARE
 YOU?
 
YOU MELT
IN SUMMER
AND BECOMES
 RIVER
 
LET MY
HEART
 BE LIKE
 YOU
IT MAY
 REMAIN COOL
IN ALL SEASONS
 
IT MAY
 MELT A
LITTLE AS
YOU MELT
IN SUMMER
YET REMAIN
 A LOT
UNMELTED
 
IT MAY
GAIN STRENGTH
BY GRACE
FROM UP
ABOVE SKY
AS YOU GAIN
STRENGTH
BY SNOWFALL
FROM UP
ABOVE SKY

LET ME COOL
EVEN WHO HEAT
ME AS
YOU DO
BLESS ME
WITH
YOUR
ETERNAL COOL
BE WITH ME
BE MY HEART

~*~

Life  - A day dream
MOHSIN FAROOQ LONE

Life is like a day dream
And passing as fast as a clock
Sometimes filled with joy
And some times filled with sorrows
Life is just sun scorching beam
Donít take it easy  like ice cream
In this small life
Who live and die for others
Shine like moonbeam here and here after

~*~

BE SURE
by Brent
 
I am an animal
Raw Power
Unstoppable
 
Stay out of my way
Your play is no play compared
To my pure ecstasy
 
Itís best if you walk away
Or Iíll walk over you
Never stopping to see if youíre ok
 
Donít push me
You wont enjoy the razor
Iíll use to abruptly end your false connections
 
Iím the essence of your life force
Only acting when given the choice
 
So be sure you want to be burned by
The torch before you complete my sentence
And join the realm of mystics
 
I am the source of all being
I flow through you
Requiring clarity to strengthen you
 
I give your, meaning, existence
 ~*~

THOSE NIGHTS ARE GONE!
Kolawole John Oladele
 
I tried to understand why
The doors wouldn't open
Amidst thunderous knocks of appeal,
Only endless puzzles met my Quest!
Needs were high-heaven;
Atop where hands couldn't reach,
I tried to feign smiles
To look so bight for the struggle,
Alas! my bleeding heart often gave me up!
Every where i looked, i met a wall so high;
Of pains that were never wished!
Those nights were wearisome:
With chains and shackles!
If tears were bows and saws,
They could have fought to set me free!
I thought today would never be -
So i sought to cut it off!
But today came amidst all....
Reshaping me for a greater me!

~*~

Trapped
Jessica Irene Moorhouse 
I am trapped.
By invisible bars.
In an invisible cell.
With invisible guards.
With invisible guns.
Who have invisible tendencies for violence
Towards the invisible prisoners.
In an invisible cell.
With invisible bars.
Where I can never escape.
Until I die.

~*~

I hate the memories of the past,
 They just happened way to fast.
I hate that there will never be,
 Another you another me.
I hate the day you said goodbye,
 The way it made me start to cry.
I hate it when you're always right,
 I hate it more when we fight.
I hate that you can't be near,
 To comfort me in this fear.
I hate it when I hate you,
 The only thing to get me through.

Rebecca Blankenship

~*~

In all the dangerous bars of Hades was a prostitute with several homosexuals. When the homosexuals said "feel my hard abs or die, I love to have your huge meaty chunks in brine inserted backwards into my ear", she tried her luck and succeeded in toasting her moist swollen nostril on other sides of beef. Then they phoned the dentistry in China, without wearing any spandex. In Kuala Lumpur many stolid commanders wasted drugs on killing Batman with broomsticks ontop of their king-sized hairdoes. This behavior is considered normal in Pluto at parties, however, there is no need to smell of old fish. Usually they smell slightly less strongly and lick their pointy kurfrunkles with inward drawing appendages of cheese and bacon bicycles. "Wait, this is not my bed!" squeeled Howard the green Leprechaun, who has been having sex without wearing protection on his kurfrunkles. Meanwhile, back in Gotham City, Batman had annoyed Boy Wonder by touching his fat dog that loved pork-scratchings!
 and horny Chinamen. Contrary to popular demand Batman's buttocks are quite tender, they like cheese when someone has placed their glass in tartar flavoured nuclear sludge. The man rubbed lettuce and custard into several different organs in a vain attempt to impress food-fetishists swarming around his smelly red toenail. They hungered for some hot carrots, dipped in crappy pink mustard. "I shall forever love serving custard with snakes", burped the Canadian goblin after dinner. Large camp fires account for 9% of all penguins casualties, according to tabloid The Sun. Monkeys are God's two left hands wrapped, cured, and labeled 'Arsefish'. Tomorrow lunchtime should bring showers of cow's udders, which spill semen all lumpy over umbrellas. This phenomenon is known as 'Big ejaculation', and were common during mating season. Circles always rotate counterclockwise, according to tabloid rival sausages intestine. Sperm exploded all around school dinnertime, some children ate it, wit!
h teachers swallowing whole gallons of Herpes. Yesterday, police dog
Luckily Harry had herpes, and that saved me from an evil cousin due for a relieving surgery on his stomach's lower intestine, but Roger (my pet giraffe) decided to eat pure fudge made by Microsoft. Unfortunately I discovered that Bill Clinton had sex with Bill Gates on a duck while sucking each of their asses until they spontaneously combusted without any protection from AIDS. Stranger still was thinking how far this 'story' will go on until they realised how I misplaced his rubber duck and placed it with the spandex. The

Roger Pontare

~*~

FRIENDS
BY TROY
 
Friend of mine if your intensions are from within your soul
Regardless of facts and my failure to relax i will help you to your goal
I believe in you not seen. The one that's hiding behind the men
Ever searching from within. For a love to begin
Never seeing life as a seed. Planted and cared for, nurtured in deed
Dreams come true for friends of mine. We weed the garden that's had no time
So dear a friend you are to me. Few can help when all can see.

~*~

"Runaway"
By Nancy Brownlee

                                                                   You ran away in the night you found yourself walking the streets in fright. There's nowhere to go and you don't know who is a friend or who is a foe. Why you ran away just isn't clear, all you can think about is the fear. So sleep runaway if you can for danger is near. Suddenly there's a scream and another lost youth is dead. With no life or dreams ahead, there was no one there to hold him tight or to protect him from the danger that lurked in the night.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

~*~

                  
A GHOST RETURNS TO THE HOUSE WHERE HE LIVED
BY ANNABELLE
 
This is my home,
The place I belong
Yet I have not been here for so long.
This is place where my mother would sing
The song she loved for sleep to bring.
This is the place where my father sat,
Telling me the stories that,
He knew from long ago.
 
This is the place where my brother played,
This is the place where the old donkey brayed.
This is the place that my sister sewed,
Remembering things
She knew from long ago.
 
This is the place where my grandfather sat,
Sleeping with the cat on his lap.
This is place where my grandmother wept,
Remembering the place where her grandson slept.
The place
She knew from long ago
 
And now I return to the place that I knew,
Recalling things as if they were new.
This is the place I was born and died.
This is the place
I knew from long ago.

~*~   
       

A Prophecy
Aaron D. Galamgam
I can see giants
In form of serpents,
I can feel their might
For they feed on power.
But, I also see men
Hardly working...slaves
Of the gigantic monsters,
Sweat and blood
Bathing their tired skin.
Oh, I also see their children
In illness and famine!
I can see the reptiles' long tails
Slashing the helpless beings, continuously.
Amidst the tragic scene
I can see Mother, crying
Tears, washing her beautiful face.
 
These all I see
When I opened my eyes-
Together with the little men
We will comfort Her!

~*~
Anopheles
By :Amir Ridoy
 
Gee_penaÖÖ: asl plz?
 
The illusion of Sahara is in my bed room
Workless table and the lazy computer screen,
Cyber cafe, though I am the real SHIVA;
Searching a false geography in a woman
To give relief of touch in the terrible areas!

Civilization is playing chess, I am opponent
My naked legs are sucked by female anopheles!

~*~

all gone
Ben Egan
 
I imagine then world to be full of enemies, just waiting for me to slip, striking with total anonimity, where are you, my only care for the world, i hear the pleas of dying men, i cant help them, you are all dead to me, unfulfilled dreams of happiness, mirrors only lie, not convinced of my own existence, my love is wasted on the undeserving.

~*~

Perfect World
Rachael Baginksi
Join the lonely,
fight the best.
Cry for the pitied,
put hate to the test.
 
Houses for hatred.
Walls pierced with cold.
Dark rooms unsaturated.
souls are sold.
 
Innocence is lost,
like an unwritten law.
Love is a flame ,
that can't be unthawed,
 
Pride walks the streets.
Jealousy hunts for lust.
Hope is unwelcome,
fair is just.
 
The blind can hear
the deaf can see.
It's not that perfect
Perfect isn't free.

~*~

September
Herry

 

The sky never mention to blow the wind
The dark cloud is arrive on time you were gone
A heavy night is falling to me
Try to bring back the colorful memory
Instead itís black that appealing
The promises that I broke
The heart of yours that I break
Regret ness is filling my deep blackened heart
And this September is alone   

~*~

Always Alone
Brandon Ferrell
The darkness creeping in
The darkness I know as alone
 
All because you decided to change what you thought
So drastically, so quickly
 
Now all I have are dreams, and moments where I can pretend
That there is hope, and love in your eyes
 
The darkness creeping in
The darkness I know as alone
 
You are that light, that ever so small, dim light
The one I strive for, for sanity
 
The darkness can never cover you
It can only gather on you as well
 
In this world, everyone has their light
Some are brighter than others
 
Right now, mine is among the dim
And fading
 
The darkness creeping in
The darkness I know as alone

~*~

Teenage Suicide
Kristi Lenae Ferguson
 
I thought of dying
gazing into the black, seductive ice water
so glassy and so tranquil
I thought of dying
but in my place
Death's bony embrace
clutched listless children
gnawed by hunger;
prisoners on death row
detritus of their own childhoods;
poor shepherds grazing blunt-toothed animals
on landmined hillsides
 
I thought of dying
to throw myself away
so much landfill
if it's no use to me
I could give it
I can holler with my lungs
at injustice
join hands in protest
at brutality
I realized that I had long been dead
but i choose instead
to reawake
and be alive for them.

~*~

Tryin to get to the bottom
Of a mystery
Lookin out at the problem
Strait in front of me
Jealousy is a season
Tryin to get away
Saving time is the reason
Let me hear you say
 
Hey
Don't wait for me
There's a shade of asylum
That I can see
 
That look in the mirror
Is never free
So don't wait for me
 
Every day is a dollar
Pinned against the wall
Every ring is a caller
Thinks they know it all
Tryin my best not to tell you
How the story ends
Secret's found in the middle
Or where it begins
 
And the children are callin your name
Just lookin for heaven
And somehow it's always the same
They get what they're given
 
Oh
Don't wait for me
here's a shade of asylum
That I can see
 
That look in the mirror
Is never free
So don't wait for me

Eric Yetter

~*~

Death Comes
Chris S. 
Evil comes to all who wait,
And even those who don't.
Evil comes to all of us,
No matter what we want.
 
We have no choice except to live,
Unless we wish to die.
But if we die, what is there?
Is life just a group of lies?
 
I wish to say, that no matter what,
Death will come to you and I.
No matter what you wish to happen,
Death will come and we shall die.

~*~

Fortunes Of A Poet!!!!!!!!
15/10/2001      Saurabh Niranjan Turakhia
A gift called life couldnít get better,
With poetry flowing, a lot does it matter,
An endless saga of sorrow,
That pervades today and tomorrow,
Has failed to bother a poet,
No torture can slaughter a poet!!!!!!!!
 
Nature nourishing the heart,
Memories playing their significant part,
Blooming all the while,
With an enviable smile!!!!!!
 
These are the fortunes of a poet,
These are the tunes of a poet,
That always soothe,
Along the sand dunes of time,
Poetry is forever,
Poetry shanít perish with time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~*~

My Grief Observed
Marty Dean Elder

 

So what is this pain thing?Around and around,unceasing!When will the hurt stop increasing?Up and down,around and around my head feasting.Just when it slows,just teasing!Higher and faster,in this web of disaster,I no longer am me,bond not free,Slowly but surly becoming my master!Spinning and swirling,end over end falling faster, knowing full well it went past her,counselor,Dr's pills and pastors,nothing or no one has the answer!This shadow of fear,absolutely nothing appears, on this road I dont steer ,bumps,curves and the fears,blinded by tears,Doesn't anyone hear?or do they stay clear,Afraid what they may see in the mirror!I feel it in my sunken eyes,Seeing again and again the filthy lies.No matter how hard she tries,pain,hurt and madness thrives.The stench from it draws those big black nasty fly's.Just as if something has died!Waiving goodbye,No place to hide.Just to let it all slip by,hear the last whimper, silent cry.To get up!Live!Love! Not to lay down and die.The key mu!
st be, never to quit always try.My grief observed runs deeper than this.My pen,my words,cant express.There is so much that you do miss.To open and see this grief,this abyss.Why do I think the things that I do?Why do I ponder the lie and the truth?Why does not help,heal or even soothe.Why makes me angry,bitter,uncouth.So let it all go,let it all past.Just to hang on,the grief to outlast.The storm shall subside,then put up my mast.The waters will calm,the sun will shine thru.Some peace and tranquility,this I am do!So hang in there self,you shall come thru.Here,grab my hand,you can come to!!!
 

~*~

Evil
John Wilburn
My eyes have evil.
For I have no soul.
For what i have done is so wicked
the devils has taken it away.
 
Like a thousand needles
poking you ona below zero day.
He took my soul
like I never even had one.
 
Now I am working for him.
To bring destruction
on this miserable planet.
For I have seen it all.
 
I work for evil.
Shall I forever laugh
When such evil is inflicted
on all of you.
 
I laugh with so much enjoyment.
You would laugh too
if you only had evil and no soul.
 
HAHAHAHA!

~*~

Torn Inside
andrew
I'm torn inside. I wanna run and hide. I'm torn inside, this is what you gave me. I want it to be better. I don't wanna have to answere. I'm torn inside. I feel like i could die. I'm torn inside, why can't you save me?
If this is the life you wanted me to see, why did you keep it from me? I'm torn inside, i'm gonna cry. I'm torn inside, it's time to lie.

~*~

 LISTEN
Cynthia Arreola                            
                 
                      LISTEN...SUCH A SMALL WORD
                      SEEMS SO SIMPLE TO DO
                      BUT IT IS NOT
                      IT IS DIFFICULT AT TIMES
 
                      YOU SAY SOMETHING
                      AND IT'S AS IF YOU'RE NOT
                      THERE
                      YOU GET MAD
 
                      BUT PEOPLE DON'T
                      CARE OR NOTICE AT ALL
                      SO YOU GET FRUSTRATED
                      AND MAD
 
                      STILL THEY DON'T
                      LISTEN...SUCH A SMALL WORD
                      SEEMS SO SIMPLE TO DO
                      BUT IT IS NOT

~*~

Town Freak
Vanessa Lorenza Cusack

Living in a black moor
Living as the town freak
Deception guides my feelings as I deal out lies
The truth is never deserved to me but it divulges itself in mine ear
 
Once there, it is bound in chains with the key around my neck and the spare is fiddled in my fingers while the facade is kept firmly in my pocket
 
I contradict reality, I know not of its worth, for me I find the surreal like a cat to a flame lit hearth
Trust me not,
Trust me true,
The choice belongs to you
And I will be waiting in the black moor those who see me find me cacklin in its gloom.
                                                                           

 

~*~

a fear has grown inside me,a fear ive never known.
 its the fear of being without you,and deep inside its grown.
 
  my broke heart is captured, between your world and mine,
 thrown around and beaten , and nearly kept in twine.
 
 the tune of loves sweet melody,has suddenly turned to grey,
 please tell me that you love me,thats all you need to say.
 
 is it really over? please tell me its not true,
 all i want is to be in your arms and to grow old with you.
 
 so stay with me just a little longer,atleast until you know,
 that you no longer feel for me, what i cant seem to show.
 
 i love you more than life itself,there is no other way to say it,
 i love you with every breath i take,and with life along the way.
 
 i make a wish on every star,that someday you will come back,
 but until that day,i lay in my room, surrounded in nothing but black.
 
 now every time i shed a tear,on wishing you were here,
 something haunts me day and night and yes it is the fear...

                                                     mallory

~*~

Contradiction
Nicole L. Aveline
Why am I so happy to be miserable?
Why am I Suffocated by my loneliness?
Why am I so sure that I am confused?
Why?

~*~
EXAGGERATED VERSION
CATE FLANAGAN

Rubbed raw
By my own story
Nothing neat
No unsung glory
Shredded, jagged
Broken down
Left to stand here
Without my crown
Close my eyes
Against the glare
Find that terror
Lives right there
The only place
I can't hide
Inside
My own mind
~*~

Love starts with a smile, begins with a kiss, and ends withal tear,
Holds you close with arms around you and erases your fear,,
What do you do when the only one who can stop your tears is the one who made you cry?
When you can't imagine ever being without them, you can't even try
When they always say just the right things,,
And the feelin you get when you can be with them, and the pain that it brings,,
What do you do when the only thing you can do is think of them and smile,,
But you heart is aching for them all the while,,
When the heat of their touch brings back a desire,,
That awakens the passion and rekindles the fire,,
The fire that burns for them, and them alone,,
That shows you a love deeper, deeper than you've ever known,,
If fate had been cruel and took them from you,,
Think to yourself, how would you go through life?? What would you do??
But the heavens smiled down and allowed you to find this love you cherish so much,,
So much that all the wrongs in the world are made right with a single touch,,
This love is to be kept to yourself, as your own deep secret,,
A love that takes over your body and soul, all you can do is feel it,,
Your world as you know it has been forever altered, forever changed,,
The way your head as well as your heart feel will never be the same..

Lexxie.

~*~

WASTED TALENT
MARCELL HARRIS
I'M DEALING WITH REPERCUSSIONS
DECISIONS I HAVE MADE
WISH I COULD GET IT ALL BACK
BUT THERE'S NO CHANGING YESTERDAY
 
I'LL MAKE SURE TO DO RIGHT
START TO TURN MY LIFE AROUND
N IF I AM LUCKY
THE LORD WILL KEEP MY HEAD ABOVE GROUND
 
I HAVE WASTED TALENT
N FALLEN OFF THE PATH
ALL THE CHANCES I HAVE WASTED
I FEAR THIS IS MY LAST
 
TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE
N MAKE THINGS RIGHT
A LIFE OF FORTUNE
DOES NOT COME OVER NIGHT

~*~

I am without a name, without a purpose that holds me to this world. I am only who I create, in mind or in fantasy, I am just simply a vision.
I donít believe people assume to know the real me, but I believe they think they know all there is to me. Which is untrue.
To live a lie isnít something to be proud of, itís living without trying. Breathing and Moving.
I am numb were my emotions raw and beaten. I can only feel my pulse. I donít feel anything, at all.
Nothing.
As everyone can be from time to time a friend, I feel I wish I had none. For then Iíd have nothing to explainÖ
Nothing to apologize forÖDo they really think I can tell them what its like to see through these eyes and see what I see?
No, of course not. They just expect me to wear a smile and dance like Iíve never danced before.
Lifeless, when all your hope and all your passions slip away from you and it is in his grasp to save me.
Dangling heart from heavy shoulders seems to keep the balance broken. He cannot reach me.
Not even if he tries.
 
I believe in a lot of things in this universe that can change and that can move. But where is it when you find you canít change or you canít move?
I bare a longing time cannot hold, a passion within me, I have never told. I want to dance and I want to sing but until thereís hope, or thereís futureÖ Iíll walk on my devilís road, till that is all.
 
When I wake up in the morning, all I can think about is him. When I close my eyes to sleep at night, my dreams are filled with him.
I canít shake this feeling of thereís somewhere else Iím meant to beÖwhen in conversation, I am talking to himÖeven when thereís no reply, he comes to me when I have given away hope. I canít be around anyone else..

Allura

~*~

AWAY FROM ME
by Judith Faustima
 
I feel so alone with none to care for me.
Everybody seemed to be moving on with his or her life,
But Iím still stuck between worlds,
Two worlds of life and death
No one hears or understands me.
I speak in whispers
Hoping that one-day someone would hear my words, my message
Hoping to be loved by someone I love.
 
Love is not something I get along with it comes and goes,
But it goes in a painful way.
It goes because I canít have it,
The reason why I canít have it is because I canít reach it
The reason why I canít reach it is because it doesnít want to be reach
Why reach for something that doesnít want to be reach?
 
Everybody says they ďunderstandĒ but do they really?
Do they know what I think of every night before I put my eyes to rest?
I think of never waking up.
Never having to feel the pain of being me.
I just want to get for away from my self as possible.
 
Iíve shed enough tears in my life
A stream mixed with tears and blood as it pores slowly from my heart
Tears that gives silence to all laughter and happiness
Iím tired of being trapped in my own head
With dreams that would never be
Dreams that would only mean a ďperfect lifeĒ
But I donít dare to live a ďperfect lifeĒ
For there is no ďperfect lifeĒ
Not even a life for me

As I sit there looking at the pistol
I think to my self am I doing the right thing?
Yes! I am
For this is the only way to let go of something thatís done me wrong
For so long
As the pistol lays there still and quite
My mind wonders to a place that Iíve dreamed to be in
A place of no fears, no pain, no confusion
 
I pick up the pistol and place it on my chest
Now you would finally know a true broken heart
I place my fingers on the trigger
And I pull it.
Lying there with my eyes not half close
Iím finally in the place Iíve dreamed of for so long
Iím finally release from the pain of
Love, Loneliness, Hate,
And myself

~*~

There's a man
Standing on a cliff anywhere in this world
Stretching out his arms
One to the left side
T'other on the right side
And pictures in his head
Are drawing him down
Deeper and deeper
His body's leaning forwards
A tear's running down his cheek
Further and further he's leaning
As suddenly
He falls
Down, down to the sea
At the feet of the cliffs
But instead of bouncing on the water
He falls and falls
Deeper and deeper
Never stopping...

Kratzer Carmen

~*~

"Reach Out The Window"
By Cristina Jackson
Sitting in a room on my own,
With the remains of the day on show.
I'm sitting beside the window,
Beneath the street light glow.
I'm looking out through,
The window of possibility,
Truth and happiness out there,
As great reliability.
 
Sitting by the radio,
Hearing songs I've heard before,
I want to reach out of the window,
Because sitting here is making me shallow.
 
I'm living in a house full of strangers,
Who are further from me than I thought,
I'd be more at home with a room full of foreigners,
Than these faces I used to know.
I just want to climb outside my mind,
And see what's beyond that window.

~*~

LOOK INTO JESUS'S RADIANT FACE
His footsteps to Calvary trace
If you doubt if miracles are true
Let accounts in God's Word your faith renew.
 
JUST LOOK INTO JESUS'S RADIANT FACE
His footsteps to Calvary trace
His healing power nothing can erase
regardless of time and place.
 
JUST LOOK INTO JESUS'S RADIANT FACE
His footsteps to Calvary trace
energy streamed from his fingertips
affirming words fell from his lips.
 
LOOKING INTO JESUS'S RADIANT FACE
I follow his footsteps and finish the race
Jesus, frail of figure, penetrating eyes
death on a cross couldn't disguise
Your holiness and sovereign power!

Melita Warren

~*~

Won't
BY:VICTORIA NIXON
       Won't struggle no more,won't be afraid,
       Won't change.Won't be bought or even taught any other way.
       except for what i kno today.
       poetry and words slur and blur my fate,
 
       i won't even contemplate my fate or my
       future will come up like a computer.
                   so
        whatever the world may bring.
 
      I will deal like it ain't no thang.

~*~
 Shattered
Cassey Pulmano
This phrase of mine is the phrase of all,
When spoken, the heart will slowly stall.
I feel the tremors beneath my skin,
My mind races and doesn't know where to begin.
 
I feel scared and totally ashamed,
As if my soul has been raped and maimed.
These tears fall like storms in the night,
And I patiently wait for the pure sunlight.
 
These words were spoken from my inner being,
Were thrown back at my face and not worth seeing.
I cried for your demonic bastard soul,
I pray to God that you don't enter that hellish hole.
 
I may not be much though my love is here,
Without judgment, anger, restraints or even fear.
The realization of heaven will show,
And through the pearly gates, I hope you go.

~*~

         "I WOKE UP THIS MORNING"
                           BY       MATT
 
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, WITH A TEAR IN MY EYE, I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND ALL  I WANTED TO DO WAS CRY
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, KNOWING THAT I WOULDN'T BE HAPPY IF I WAS SOBER
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, NOT KNOWING MY LIFE WAS OVER
 
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND ALL THE CLOUDS WERE GRAY
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, THINKING I COULD MAKE IT ANOTHER DAY
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, THINKING I COULD GO WITHOUT GETTING FUCKED UP
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND THE FIRST THING I DID WAS TAKE THE LIQUOR AND FILL THE CUP
 
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND FINALLY REALIZED MY MOM WASN'T COMING BACK
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND STARTED SMOKING CRACK
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND HATED ME
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND HAD HATE FOR YOU THAT I COULD NOT SEE
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, NOT REALIZING YOUR TRICK
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND THE SIGHT OF YOU MADE ME SICK
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND FELT THE HURT
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND I FELT LIKE DIRT
 
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND DIDN'T REALIZE IT WAS MY LAST
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND COULDN'T PUT THE PAIN IN THE PAST
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AND DIDN'T REALIZE YOU CUT ME THIS DEEP
 
I DIDN'T WAKE UP THIS MORNING, BECAUSE OF YOU I STARTED MY ENDLESS SLEEP
 
SORRY MOM, I NEVER MEANT FOR YOU TO HATE ME
I WISH I COULD CHANGE THE PAST
BUT I GUESS YOU GOT YOUR WISH AT LAST

~*~

Life Today...
Fawn Williams
When created, the world was like a huge rainbow.
an arch, filled with many different colors
of togetherness.
Each beautiful and unique-
at one time we were
admired because we expressed ourselves
in our own way.
Now we're shunned and avoided
like a broken heart
that nobody wants.

~*~

Bored
Nikhil Kumar
Nothing to do.
Nowhere to go.
No one to talk to.
Meaningless it all seems
to live at that moment.
Until you think,
and think,
about something
or nothing.
Caught in the web of non-creativity.
Until you escape
and land on your feet.

~*~

A Bleeding Rose
By: Corina J. Valdez
                        A Bleeding Rose
                 is as simular to a Broken Heart.
                         Fully Bloomed
                   Full of Life and Beauti,
                    as a full grown heart,
                  Full of Love and Kindness.
            If a ordeal were to have been picked off,
           it's as though someone just took a piece
                        of your heart.
                       Sooner or Later,
         you notice the rose suddenly starts to fade.
               you find out your about to lose
                  the one you truly love.
          It's pedals and leafs start to shrivel up
              like a piece of burning paper.
            Your heart starts to feel the pain
       and start to feel the tears filling your eyes.
                  Could this be the reason
               a person can fall in love with
                    just one single rose?
                 To be able to feel the pain
                    of internal bleeding
                      as a rose would?

~*~

 Snowday
Marissa 

 

               Sitting in school on a day like today
               Wishing for a very merry snowday
               When that first drop reaches the ground
               Everyone runs and jumps around

~*~

If on a winter's night...

Jack Kelway
Alone by the fire she sits,
Just the clickety-click of the pins as she knits
And the burning fire as it crackles and spits,
Disturb the silence in which she sits
 
And waits.
 
The fire dies down, the embers glow,
Her breathing becomes shallow and begins to slow.
Outside it starts to softly snow
As into the arms of death she must go.
 
But no longer does she wait alone.
 
Slowly the blood begins its retreat,
Retracting itself from her hands and her feet,
Not long before her heart ceases to beat,
And this fine old lady is just a piece of meat.
 
Their noses shrivel in anticipation.
 
The sallow face has been cold for an hour.
She sags in the chair like a withered flower,
No longer behind the walls do they cower
As their starved bellies are ready to devour.
 
For now the feast has begun.
 
A scraping sound comes from the door,
A scuttling jostle from under the floor,
Their sweaty tongues hang loose from their jaw.
Hundreds swarm in and yet still there are more.
 
These are the very scutters of death.
 
One greedily sucks at a tear
And the others around all draw near
As the toe of the queen, her face in a leer,
Slits the old hag from hip to ear.
 
Still they come in their silvery hundreds.
 
The shells of the creatures crackle,
While their laughing fangs hideously cackle.
For it is only the end of the life-long battle
That lets their hunger free from its shackle.
 
Now it is time to dine.
 
Imagine them swarming in your hair
As they burrow into your brain to make their lair.
Your flesh is being bitten bare,
Your spilling insides are exposed to the air.
 
The body is now open.
 
They suck at the heart with all their might,
Inside the heat of the liver they fight.
On the flaccid lips they cling and bite,
A fresh spring of blood brings a shriek of delight.
 
The face is now gone.
 
Through the carcass their pincers scar
As they rattle through the ribs that are ripped ajar.
The bones are covered in blood like tar,
And the clicking of their claws in the night carries far.
 
The body is now nothing but bones.
 
Away they trot with guts bloated.
The skeleton of the lady over whom they have gloated
Is, in their pungent excrement, coated.
On the waste of life they have indulged and doted.
 
And now they wait.
 
All is quiet, sterile and cold,
But now that the truth of the scutters is told,
You'd better pray that you don't die old,
Else to your house they'll make their trip.
And of your blood will they greedily sip.
 
Sleep well.
~*~
~ROT APART~
Adamina Salvucci.

Like a piece of bark on rotting tree,
burned and cut away they don't see
as a result slippered--cheated down,
stand lifeless the black tattered gown.
 
Stares of leaves from roughened ground,
willow stands never making a sound
all pain and misery to which I'm bound,
haven't given up my sorrows found.
 
Maggots crawl within the wood,
all your crying did no good
so wrap me up with maggot bark,
just to fuel your blackened heart.
 
Whispers travel through thick branch,
swinging cords leaves others in trnce
could you help us out by chance?
loving you killed all my romance.
 
So twindle the cords,
rock the willow leaves
all you took from me!
Left immobile as the trees.
~*~

Gods own land
and a little girl
-ke thampi
 
i wish to sit here
this loving roots.......
 
my funny looking god
get away from here,
not sharing your love
not caring  your fun
 
my little girl
not went to gihah....
he fused to fun
not following rules,
gods is not mad
he made it bad,
 
not the name of gihah...
born the name of truth,
she is being abused,
for this leads to
the name of Allagh...
 
you my little girl
one day you will sit
i will tell you the  truth
life is not easy,
you will look back and forget this god
his eyes are bad, he want fun
 
she want happiness, struggle and strife
one day she will sit with buring eye and
want to kill this law of god

~*~

Life's Tour
Bobbi Alley 
Long winding roads and endless paths...
Spiritual winds and timeless events...
Here one day and gone the next...
Struck down by lightening and blown away with the winds of change...
Bumps, bruises, and scars to last a lifetime...
Fires that rage inside and burn for eternity...
Pain strong enough to seep through your skin and melt the coldness of the world...
Trusting only yourself because no one else cares...
It's a place where doing unto others as they have done to you is called revenge...
Where short roads become shorter and the world is a small, lonely place.

~*~

RUNNING
     a poem by Arinne Ustre
 
I want to run
Run away from these questions forming in my mind
Run to the conclusion: Oh, please verify
Lost in my own heart again
Came to the place where I tore out your name, so empty
And where do I go from here? Where do you go, not so long ago?
I could always follow you out from this darkness
So I took off running
I could still hear your questions playing in my mind
Where is the conclusion: direction keeps changing
Who said life stabilizes with time
Inside I am dying
Under our tree crying lonely tears
Stories of your remorse
I had to make believe for you
Until I grew to believe in you
Here I am running, running away from you
Past the conclusions drawn from angels' illusions
Calling out in heaven's name: am I the only one to go insane?

~*~

"Goodbye"
 Angela Ann Daubert "2002"
  A tear in my eye, a thought in my mind.
  I have to say goodbye, but the words I
  can't find.
 
 I want to forget,but I can't change
  what made me upset.

  Goodbye,so long,I'll try not to cry,
  this is so wrong.
  

~*~

GAIN CONFIDENCE
Troy Edison Tiu  Yaw  
Confidence is vital
It is the force that thrusts us forward
To lack it is to become idle
Our plans & actions would become awkward.
 
Gaining confidence is to our advantage
It determines our potential & future success
To achieve it is a privilege
For it'll bring out within us our best!
 
Without confidence, challenges wouldn't be met
Problems would be left unsolved
In the end, hearts would be sad & eyes would be wet
For to them, the secret to success is either ignored or untold!
 
With confidence, life would be much easier
Our defeats wouldn't exceed our triumphs
The moments we'd cherish would be much warmer
For it could make us invincible as giants!
 
Confidence is not a choice
It is essential for a better living
The reward in the end is to rejoice
There's not a thing in life that could match the joy of winning!
 
Whatever we do, let us always have confidence
Not possessing it makes our goals at stake
For success comes with it's presence
And fear just takes away all our much-needed breaks!

~*~

GENIUS
OGUNMU OSA
THINKS WHAT NOBODY ELSE THINKS
SEES WHAT NOBODY ELSE SEES
DOES WHAT NOBODY ELSE DOES
BUT GETS THE ATTENTION OF EVERYBODY
AS HE CREATES WHAT EVERYBODY USE

~*~

THE ROOFING OF EIGHTEEN EIGHT OH SIX MERRY LANE.
     By Barry R Bonnville
  
    Standing, hunkered, kneeling, bent
     beading, sweaty, strain
      scraping, tary, rotted, rent
     assauling, thirty square lain
     thirty square, capping, sigh
     beating, quick, nigh, rain
     sitting, lying, sleeping, dry
         dry
     in eighteen eight oh six
     Merry Lane

~*~

Car Analogies

Sofia.
it's like driving a race car without a helmet,
or roll cage;
and there's glass everywhere.
only it's your favorite color car,
favorite make, model, and year;
and such a damn smooth ride.
220mph never felt so good.
you can taste that win you want it so bad.
you pray for a race
without a crash,
you've spent too much on this one.
you're golden,
you win.

~*~

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