OPEN MIC ENCORE III - The Dark Side
March, 2003


Grey skies, cold nights.
Arguments, unnecessary fights.
Hitting, cussing, slapping, kicks.
Being called a whore, a slut, a bitch.
Don't they realize what they're doing to me?
Of course they don't, all they see,
Is a stupid, defenseless, vulnerable bitch.
Maybe they should take a look at my wrists.
Then they would see the damage they've done.
Don't you get it? I'm hurt, I'm broken, you've won.
Is your goal to completely destroy,
My self-esteem, I'm not your fucking toy.
You've successfully killed my confidence.
The risks involved you didn't sense.
You don't give a shit that every night,
I fucking cut myself with a kitchen knife.
When writing a suicide note, the last thing I'd do,
I realized I had no one to write to.
So I blew it off, who'd care if I died?
I'm just another f#cking suicide.

Devon Rae

~&~

RAIN                                                                                                                                                  There's a wild wind outside                                         Darkness and pouring rain                                                 I wanna hide by someone's side                                           To lessen my growing pain                                             Endless night, hardly ever seen day                                        It seems I could never break this invisible chain. *                                                                  

Svetlana 

~&~

RED STAINED ROAD
Donny Tresohlavy
 
Standing on a roof so high
Flowing wind and blood red sky
 
Fear of death has left my mind
Happiness we'll never find
 
I close my eyes and see your face
Reminds me of my greatest shame
 
You rejected a good friend
Now I know the pain
And I'll make it end
Anyway I can
 
Looking at the concrete ground
Hordes of people form a crowd
 
But they don't know the pain I feel
I wonder if their concerns are real
 
No one ever cared for me
So why would you think I'd believe
 
That you cared about my pain
You don't know my fight
But I'm gonna leave my stain
In the street tonight

~&~

Secrets In A Home
Emily Mahoney
Crying silently as I sit in my bed,
All alone in the house where secrets aren’t said.
I grip my pillow tight with fear,
As I see car lights slowly appear.
The door opens and mommy comes in,
With a bruise on her arm and a scratch on her chin.
Daddy slams the door, I see anger in his eye,
I know he’s been drinking, I hear mommy cry.
I quickly lay down in my bed,
And pulled the thin covers up to my head.
I try not to cry with all of my might,
So maybe I’ll get just one whipping tonight.
I hear daddy footsteps coming near,
I silently pray as I hold back the tears.
The door opens and daddy comes in,
My breath starts to stagger, this is where it begins.
I lied there for a while too scared to move,
Maybe this time he will leave the room.
Minutes passed and I thought he was gone.
I turned my head to look but I was wrong.
He comes towards my bed and I hear mommy’s cries,
I made the mistake of opening my eyes.
He throws off the covers and drags me out of bed,
I feel the hard blows on the back of my head.
He shouts harsh words with my arm in his clutch,
He says I’m the reason that he suffers so much.
He tells me he hates me, that I’m a disgrace,
I hear myself cry as his hand slaps my face.
He slaps and hits me some more,
I get my arm free and run to the door.
I can’t run fast enough and I trip and fall,
Daddy picks me up and throws me against the wall.
It hurts so much, please don’t let there be more!
I scream and I cry as I lay numb on the floor.
“I’m sorry,” I scream, but pleading doesn’t work,
He continues to hit me and yell hateful words.
I scream out in pain, blood running down my back,
But now I can’t see, everything is black.
I faintly hear mommy scream my name,
I wanted to tell her it was okay, I don’t feel anymore pain.
I try to say, “I promise I’ll be better and I’m sorry I’m so ugly!”                                       
And maybe daddy would love me and still want to hug me.
But I can’t speak a word or no longer breathe,
My short life has ended, tonight my daddy killed me.

~&~

DIRT CHEAP REALITY
Lisandro
we drown in pools of dreams
attempting to return unscathed
from nightmares disguised as reality
a present that is dirty-unbathed
with frequent trips to insanity
all the fellows on the block asking me
"when is the end?" "what is the government
up to?" And I just turn away
Lead astray by my own ambitions
They can't seem to see the pain's inhibitions
A man's restriction to speak-
yet I still speak
to a whole body of individuals
just like Richard Pryor
with a foul mouth
I speak sometimes with peace as my theme
blasted by critics that seek my end
twenty-one
and drained
without a friend
drowning in a pool of dreams
who in their right mind
can persuade me to believe
I'm freed?

~&~

Pressure Cooker
The Turtle

Flowin Full Throttle
Comin apart at the seams
Tried to crawl in a bottle,
It poured my insecurities down my throat
Now i watch the scene,
And it shows me my flaws
A reflection of hate and despise
From all th eyes on me
The air getting thin
My blood boils in my brain
Everyday reliving my pain to the world
Open sores on my soul
Built these walls for my sanity
Lock myself away for my safety
Bar the door never leaving again
Private prison is my comfort zone
Keys to mental locks melted into bullets
Self influenced misery is all i know
A grin and a smile hide the truth
Former self murdered by the new me
Still too blind to see the light
So here I lay beneath the ruins of my life
Beaten, tortured, and scarred
Kept down by shortcomings I create
Strife has been a good friend since birth

~&~

Inside Out
 Jillian        

"You're fake" they all say
she's calm outside
the guys push her away
she's calm outside
little do they
that at home
at night
she lets go inside her head
and weeps w/ all her might
she's still calm outside
"Look at how happy she is" they all say
she hurts inside
"She must be like this everyday"
she hurts inside
little do they know
its all for show
in the morning
in her bed
she tells herself to get up inside her head
so she gets up adorning
drab old clothes
she hurts inside
but she's still calm outside

~&~

GUILT
Sylvan Gates
 
Shadows of known source seep into
darkness without want of sight.
Leading my paralyzed mind
thru decaying aisles of life.
Thought without conscious reason
punished by never ending pain.
Existing with perils perceived
pray for the peace of the inane.
"Nay! Even That crutch denied"
How then do I survive the fear.
The existence without life,
for all these horrible years.
Consumed by the shadows
as my blind misery unfolds.
I will breach the light of day
my horrid story never told.
A prayer for the darkness,
this guilty mind to conceal.
Can I survive another
and say nothing that is real.

~&~

YOUR PET
Mattie Wilson
 
Into the cage for all to see
You force-fed me humility
An internal scab you picked away
So it bled and bled every single day
But I'm the mistake your forced to hide
To look at you straight-faced and lie
I've got no place to call my home
Nor a father to call my own
It's not my fault, but you say it is
I'll just rot away into a million pieces
Festering with hate, my mental disease
Has taken over but the joke's on me
I'll sleep all day and cry all night
Just paralyze me so I won't put up a fight
But my blood will stain your hands
And put you into a Satanic trance
You'll eat your own flesh and want to die
But you'll be guided by my blood-shot eyes
A reason to keep me on your leash
Will eventually kill your reason to be

~&~

EXPOSURE
Kane Smith
Chewing open a brand new wound
Eyes will stare when you leave the room
Your defenses have been torn down
mental wall no longer surrounds
 
Brick by brick
Your wall goes down
Fill up on water; let yourself drown
 
Emotions attack like lions on the prey
In this room you will not stay
 
Why stay in a room where the air's so thick you had to break it up
With one of your bricks
You then fall into yourself again
 
Was it fun to be exposed for all to see?
Was you mind telling me?
Was it fun having your pride destroyed?
Was it fun to be society's toy?

~&~

In the Mind's Eye
Amber Lafia
When I close my eyes
I enter a world I know too well,
A world full of torture and unending pain.
I am bound to this place
by my father's hand
and the emotional turmoil
I will never be set free from.
It will always be there
baiting me to remember
the horrors of my childhood yet again.
The cuts and bruises
burned scars into my flesh and soul.
The days spent trying to get away
and the nights spent at my father's hand.
Beating me, touching me, raping me,
letting me slowly die inside
without even a second thought.
The girl who once was innocent
became a pawn in his game
of wrath and destruction.
Shame pierces my body
like a newly sharpened knife.
Shame from what he did,
shame from not stopping him.
I can see the helplessness and fear
in my little one's eyes,
I want to hold her,
but she is out of my reach,
so she just stands there and cries.
She is the one it happened to.
She is the one who was shamed.
She is the one who stayed silent,
and let this go on day after day.
One day I will hold her
and love her with all of my heart,
but for now she will stay
in the corners of my mind,
and only be seen
when I close my eyes.

 

~&~

i think i just need to rest a while.
i think, i think i just need to sit back and relax.
all this shit is going on, and is there anything to be done
by me.
one step begins a journey
but i feel like i'm walking in circles
the hamster on the wheel knows how i feel.
and my head is hurting
whirling
from the constantness
of it all.
catch me if i fall.
Anna Kay

~&~

LITTLE GIRL
BY: JENNIE RICHARD
        I see these kids
         Playing outside in the snow.
         When I notice this little
         Girl. She looks the same
         As all the other kids.
         But she has a more free
         Sense to her. She is lying
         In the snow making snow
         Angels. Looking up in the
         Sky. She looks like she
         Lost something up there.
         Then she stands up and
         Just starts to twirl.
         While she is trying to
         Catch snowflakes in
         Her mouth. She goes to run
         To her mom and falls. She
         Does not cry. She gets
         Right back up with a
         Big smile on her face.
         Then I think to myself . . . . . .
         I remember when I was
         Free and happy like her.

~&~
Alone in the dark.
I am trying to mend together the pieces of my broken heart.
It's not fair that my world seems to be falling apart.
 
I never try to be something I'm not.
I will always remember the lessons in life that I am taught.
 The tears are shining in my eyes.
You know now that I saw the moment of truth in your lies.
 
My smile has oddly enough turned into a frown.
Now that you're gone my world feels as if it was turned up side down.
 
I am never going to be able to change.
No matter how hard I try I will always stay the same.
 
No matter what you say my smile will never be real.
No matter how much I want to I can never express the way I feel.
 
  By Sasha Pierce

~&~

TRINITY
Stephanie Marie Lynn

Fear, Anger, Depression.
For the moment we should feel one of the above.
Security, Tranquility, Hope.
These are the feelings we desire the most.
Mobility, Anxiety, Dismay.
Dealing with these has not proven to be easy.
Composure, Compassion, Conviction.
Conquering ourselves requires all three characteristics.
Three Holy Spirits, Three nails,
Three tools to conquer (Actions, Mind, and Soul).
Life’s trinities are all around us.
Salvation, Faith, Love.
All are gifts from the greatest trinity of all.
                          

~&~

Nows!
are the way to hang pictures;
underscore,
darken - tone
 
ocean   plays  
onwardly       ( w a s h )
visualize minor keys,
polished from use:
undisturbed,
r e s t I n g ,
WILT.Little crumbs frustrate even the loudest moments.

William Cannon
 

~&~

NOT SURPRISED
Stuart Marshall
Why am I not surprised
to wake each day
still dark, unrisen
sun, unheard birds
chattering encouragement
as I struggle to get a
grip
slip
trip over the
light of darkness
There is no longer
honor among thieves
they still hide aces
under their sleeves
where it doesn't show
through their
cotton polyester
I guessed her age
and weight...
 
WAIT A MINUTE!
 
isn't that
wasn't that
a no-no at one time
has changed all that
with weight watchers
and lipo
 
I'm not surprised
in the least
kids divorcing
suing
killing siblings over a
video game...what a shame
kidnapped one day
around the way the
same day
(and little sister couldn't say...)
hey...that was smart
 
I'm not surprised
lied to by an enemy
stalling...scrawling
names in the sand
same storm...same desert
same crude dude in power
 
hey, what brand of glue
are you sniffin', pal
send in the troops
let 'em do their job
lob a few, let him stew
in the juices of his
cruelty to a nation: theirs
dying in pairs
in triplicate
 
COPY THAT...?
no?
I'm not surprised
France doing a
lazy ass dance
"Geeve zem a chaunce...
mor'inzpeczionez..."
zen mor' defeczionez
n ezucazionez in the states
to terrorize us later
like Vader on steroids
without the heavy breathing
and James Earl Jones
 
I'm not surprised
and I'm not alone
war is hell and so is
death and stupidity
false doctrine
sincerity
'the great satan,' they say
then burn our flag
play tag hoping we'll hide
and seek later
but the Creator's watchin'
and only He knows the time
 
TIME'S UP...
 
I'm not surprised.

~&~

Hear Your Voice
Cassie

It could happen any minute, any moment of the day.
God could say that it's your time and take your soul away.
You might not be ready; neither are your friends.
But it doesn't matter; this is the end.
As you look down from Heaven on friends and loved ones below,
You realize you weren't ready, you didn't want to go.
But it's too late now; you already made your choice.
And now they cry because they can't hear your voice.
You watch as your friends place a rose on your grave.
You notice that they're trying to be brave,
But their tears fall silently and so do yours.
As they lower you into the ground below
You hear a voice scream no
And realize it's yours as you start to sob and shake. . . .
It could happen any minute any moment of the day.
God could say that it's your time and take your soul away.,
But when you interfere, you make that deadly choice,
You leave behind those who wish
They could hear you voice. . . .

~&~

See the Sea
Full of fish
Flying high
In the watery sky
Exotic,
Ordinary,
Anything goes
Creatures who glow
Creatures who flow
A submarine jungle
An underwater desert
Of coral cactus
Plains of sand
A submarine world
See the Sea

Michael Misner

~&~

The Difference Between You and I
  - Kristen Steinhilber
 
All of them sit in a cluster
Even though there are many of them altogether
They might as well share a single brain
One sided views and opinions come naturally
Because this is what they have come accustomed to
Basically because it’s a sin to be different around here
It’s nice how they just happen to think alike
How they all conveniently agree on each and every subject
That they so pointlessly discuss every moment of the day
Or so it seems
The same simple and rarely thought out decision
Is expressed by everyone but me
And of course I’m the ‘sinner’ or unusual one
I’m permanently detached by choice
I sit by my lonesome self in a corner
And I like it
It’s superior to following the rest of the herd of sheep
It seems to me like all of them are identical from every angle you view them at
There has been a set code that must be carefully followed
Personality flaws have been outlawed, of course
Perfection is key and everything else is considered just wrong
Unfortunate for the ‘sinners’ I guess
As far as appearance is concerned
You might as well have cloned each one
Maybe you made copies and printed them out and pasted them on
Now I have to speak my mind
And say that whoever did this created a monster
Close to 7 billion monsters, if we’re getting technical
All running around just like Barbie and Ken would
You have a difficult time telling one from the other
And yet I stick out like a sore thumb
They point with their useless fingers
And use their jaded eyes to stare
Engaged in nothing of importance with blank expressions
On their faces that will someday be forgotten
And it’s guaranteed that the ‘sinners’ will be remembered forever
And followers will regret all the years of strict routine
How they wasted their lives away for no other reason than to fit in
And the entire time making numerous attempts in vain
All just to blend in with the rest
By forcing themselves to become something else
Something insanely different from anything that they really are
  
                                                                                                                       ~&~

IN SEARCH OF ME
  - Sandra Mejia -
      Lost in the search of finding me
      a broken mirror, a reflection that is distorted
      Wondering if my faith in you will be enough
      to lead me through winding roads and crooked paths
 
      The mirror is broken, the reflection, distorted
      reaching towards my shattered dreams
      Walking along winding roads and crooked paths,
      striving to find my place at last
 
      Struggling to piece together shattered dreams
      holding tightly to what i believe
      To lead me to my place at last
      and find my place in your arms of love
 
      Holding tightly to what i believe,
      my faith in you will be enough
      I've found my place in your arms of love,
      I am no longer searching to find me.
     
                               ~&~
 
 
FATHER I NEVER KNEW
Cecily LaLonde

When I hear my father's voice,
I feel I only have one choice.
Which is to lay down and cry.
Let the tears flow through my eyes.
Then I get a slight vibration,
That gives me a huge temptation
To pick up the phone and call his house,
But then I freeze like a frightened mouse.
Even though I have my mother,
I wish that I could have the other.
A father to take me to the park,
So I don’t sit here in the dark
For it was you, who turned my life up-side-
down. You turned my smile into a frown.
You've made me cry, you’ve made me sad,
But overall, you've made me mad.
I'm sick of it and now I'm through,
Through with the father I never knew.

~&~

Father..
Gareth Winston
i hate my life, and im seven almost eight,
im the target of my daddy's hate,
we do not have much money at-all,
and the foods almost gone an all,
he thinks its normal to beat on me,
and continue the kicks and repeat to be,
why do i have to be so damn ugly,
that he rebels to hug me,
and he blames me when he loses out betting,
and the state of the house and the shit he's getting,
the lack of money because they have to buy me clothes,
and when the tears fall down, he doesn't want to know,
till he is out and i ask my mother,
why does he take it out on me and my brother,
no time to tell you or explain,
things can get better, things will change,
i cant sleep its quarter to twelve,
i hear the footsteps, back to hell,
he calls my name, he kicks away my toys,
get out your room little boy,
he comes in the room and throws a cup,
shouts why didn't u clear your toys up,
teared up and scared i say i forgot,
screaming, that's all you seem to do alot,
slaps my face, pushes my down,
kicks me away and tells me don't make a sound,
get back to bed and tomorrow u clear them away,
i don't want to tell you this again,
laying awake with a bruise on my face,
hoping that i could run to somewhere someplace,
and just be left alone forever and a day,
and to keep my so call dad away.

~&~

Amazing
Matt Jones
"Amazing Grace"
Amazing Way
Amazing how you make stone from skin and eye
"How you make your face just like a wall"
The siege of screaming, rage, and tears harm the defense none at all.
With my trebuchets and mangonols I lob stone made from pleading looks, ascending voice, love and anger
To no avail
The wind and rain of a thousand of my heartbreaks weather you none at all
Lord what must I pay
To see the slightest crack in your foundation
"Blessed" must "be the ties that bind" the eyes and the skin
 
"Amazing Grace"
Amazing way
Amazing
"How you take your heart and turn it off"
As if it a light bulb hanging from a cord in your chest
To be simply cut off
To simply cut off the power and warmth of you as it were so easy
 
I say to Hell with your dramatic pose
To Hell with all you are claiming to be
Bear your soul
Show me all you are hiding, and let the wall fall
Let them crack and crumble
Let them weep as I do
Let them scream and rage with fits of emotion
 
Alas no
The wall remains
The stone so tight even the ivy and roses can not grow
For beauty can never grow without purchase and hold.

~&~

 
My tears fall, every night.
Because of my stupid fright.
A fright of sadness and just
plain life.
Sometimes I feel like I have
been cut real deep with a knife.
I pray for this feeling to go
away, but yet its still here to
this very day.

Daniella Yarbrough

~&~

Cuts
Jackie Symington
In many shapes I open my skin
when something is bad, Not wrong
No such thing as right or wrong
only bad and good
That's still not for sure though
Right and wrong is always different
with everybody
Bad and good is something everyone knows
Sometimes we don't care
We are the "bad" ones
I don't care
I'm whatever I am in your mind
and I'm whatever I am in my mind
I can't say what I am because you can never totally define a person
You can only see glimpse's from scars
Usually one person only sees their own scars
No one can see my open skin
I hide it with sleeves and pants
If everyone was naked we'd know each other all to well
Self conscious people wouldn't be stuck up
because their wouldn't be such thing
as self consciousness
Everyone shows themselves
by covering their skin
Perfect people have perfect skin
So i say
if you want someone to see you
on the inside
roll up your sleeves
put on your skirt
grab a blade
and slice your life
Thanks boys
your horrible
I love you
but who are you
I don't even know you
You're already a scar
you've made your mark
isn't that enough?
You have two marks
Your name in my flesh
your face in my memory
Go away
never come back
stay out of my mind
I need you so much
stay with me always
Never leave me
Shut up
I hate you
Tell me everything
I love you
My new bleeding tattoo

~&~

The blood that was once flowing inside of me is now a mere stain in my carpet.
The strongness that was once inside of me has been turned inside out.
The knife that was once for slicing meat is now stuck in my throat where it belongs.
The carpet that was once white as snow has now been stained by my misfortune.
The skin that was once so pure and so harmless has scars and marks that will never serve any purpose to my heinous life.
The police that once sat at the corner looking for harmless crooks and vandals are now knocking at my door asking what happened and why blood is seeping out of my door.
You open my door and see my lifeless body that was once full of life or so you thought
You scream and shout and asked  “why”
And now you're finally ready to talk.
But its to late.
i'm no longer alive to talk.
The blood that seeps through this door that you found was not only my love blood but it was the blood that was dieing to get out of me since I could remember.
The blood that was once in a never-ending cycle through my body has now left , like I have left the cycle of life.

jessica schraven

~&~

White vs. Black, but little did he know that, Black embodied, encompassed, embraced his race: Yinned his Yang the same way Women do Men, and Life does Dead.  Without eyes we can't see, without ears we can't hear, without tongues we can't speak, without minds we can't think, without days there's no week, without you there's no me.  Robbed identity-incomplete.
 
As he marches through time, unaware that his feet be just as dirty as the rim of the toilet seat he pissed on first thing in the morning, after a wet dream.  His lust got him bursting at the seams; so he kills Woman first, the blacks of course, the Jews, the Natives and Japanese.  Segregation in place, he turned on his race; subjecting the gays in half-assed ways; closet cases, white priests go free despite child rape. 
 
He's got a flare for making things just go away, turning the page, covering up, switching the blame.  Turning Art and expression from beauty to Rage: Against the Machine?  No way-that's something Clear Channel suggest not be played, but too late; despite the control of 90% of the airwaves, the notorious message has been relayed.  Afraid the music will change what's already in place?
 
Open minds, little seeds of the Aryan race-KKK was the way, still is today.  Manifesting itself in more subtle ways.  The ones who are dead rot, stink in their graves.  Their fear of the inferior validated as we, keep getting closer to what they said we'd be: United racially, indiscriminately procreating, blissfully ignorant to color or creed, now aware we've been played like a guitar string.   

Lindsay Falk

~&~

 HIM
Taylor Taylorcera
He was taking over me like an evil spirit.I can't turn corner thinking hes there.
He as done things in the past which no one adours.He is a n evil spirit trying to take over me.
Every one except his parents give him the cold shoulder.He is an evil spirit trying to take over me.
The man I'm Talking about is dear old dad.He is an evil trying to take over me.
He is gone when I eas a baby and he is still gone today.He is an evil spirit trying to take over me.
He is gone,gone,gone.he is an evil spirit trying to take over me.

~&~

SHORT STAY
Donal O'Brien
I go as weak
A human being
Through this life
Make my way
 
View our World
Day after day
Like those before
Their short stay
 
Yesterday behind
Now left to bind
In histories pages
Others evaluate

Did my contribution
Make a change
Did I give my shoulder?
Smile with the brave
~&~

You left us suddenly
Tay
Your picture sets in my frame. Your puzzles, jewelry, and telephone are tucked away in my closet. I’ve also got a box of pictures of you in there too. I kept those crayons I used to draw with at your house, and I’m taking good care of your dog.
But you continue to drift farther from me
The scent of cigarette smoke that soaked into your belongings becomes fainter by the day. Your jewelry remains unworn and your puzzles unworked. I haven’t looked through your old photos in months.
We have not completely forgotten you, but we are beginning to.

~&~

Expectation
by Bill Albright
 
From those buried in the ground
You will hear silence profound
Lying Sheltered from the world of things,
Expect much in this world of beings.
 
Trust yourself more than those who pass by
For you see not their heart, only the eye,
Which views a world full of nothings,
Expect much in this world of beings.
 
life's sum is much more than each part
Live it as your masterpiece of art,
The single permanence is exiting,
Expect much in this world of beings.

~&~

REASON, 
By Sandi Schraut
 
Such smooth deception, so rich in tricks
the voice of reason twisted tight
“I love you honey”, but does he?
“yeah right!
Reasons deep he cannot explain
hurting love with such disdain
turning the knife with such a grin
at opportunities he finds each day
to be the one who knows the way
to direct my path and save my ass.
“Well honey, guess what? I’m learning fast.”
“Love tools that hurt, can go both ways,
I have the means to cut you too
but I for one don’t plan to stay!”
So out the door I turn to go,
and join the stream of life's rich flow
find my own path, not your goals
“Goodbye to sorry, goodbye to sadness
hello wings of freedoms gladness”

~&~

God will hold my hand one day...
© Copyright 2003 Christina Lynette Martin
God will hold my hand one day.
And keep me safe and sound I pray.
Take away the pain inside.
Walk beside me, be my guide.
Carry me in times of need,
Brush away the things I heed.
Cleanse my soul from all mistakes,
Expose the ruthless retched fakes.
He’ll come to me and show the light.
Take away the endless night.
Dry my tears and lift my heart.
Help me forget, and then restart.
Heal my wounds and forgive my sins.
Turn the frowns around to grins.
Offer a shoulder and a helping hand.
Begin the route of what He planned.
He’ll tell me it’s ok to cry.
Begin again, and knot the tie.
The tie that binds my Savior and I.

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You Wish:
Shala Stevens
The goblins aren't in our world today, but don't let these words portray the day
For think of the worlds away a far, just look in  the sky for a wondering star
It may be the life you wanting to live, but in the end what would you give
For the things that you want you cannot see, do you fall on your knee and beg and plea
For the answers to things you want to know, what is that thing and why does it glow
My dear in the end soon what you will see, is the life that you want cannot possibly be
You can give up your thoughts, hopes and dreams, but all this will do is cause me to screams
For what you let out, without a doubt
Will cause me to worry, and get in furry
So keep all your dreams, and plan some more schemes
For all that you need, is a little of creed

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"LOOKING FOR THAT BETTER DAY"
Kyle McElvany
 
Looking for a better day,
Give it time they say, I try but it stays,
Enjoying the good times when I can,
With all of this, its tough to keep my head up and be a man,
She's not here anymore,
But my friends picked me up when I was knocking on suicide's door,
Thank God for them,
I don't even know what to say,
Still looking for that better day

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" TWO HEARTS"
angela hernandez 

            This world is too big for two hearts to be apart or even a little ways away.
             They have to be together or one of them may stray someday.
             It could be soon or maybe later.
              don't hold too tight, just sit and wait, the future will tell our fate.
             If we'll make it or take our hearts another way.
             Hearts like ours are easy to break, don't give up til fate has it's say.
             Maybe someday one of our hearts could be shattered like a stain glass window.
             Broken into pieces on a dirty floor, to be put back together to only be broken all over again.

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I'M NOT YOU
Crystal Hickey

I stood there and searched ...As long as could bear
That’s when it hit me...I was never aware
 
I stood there still...And gazed at my face
All that I felt...Was only disgrace
 
I saw her hair...And I saw her eyes
I lived her life... And I knew her lies
 
I saw her in me...I just wanted out
That’s when it happened...Without any doubt.
 
My cheeks felt warm...I could feel the pain
I was afraid to look...It felt like rain
 
I opened my eyes...And what did I see?
The curse had been broken...I was now free
 
Free from the ghost...That haunted my face
As for the scars...I cannot erase
 
Memories fade...Scars do to.
I am now beautiful...And nothing like you

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DEAD SCREAMING SILENT
Billy Jno Hope
 
Undead
Decayed
Shrieking
Silent
Imagine the horror
A corpse condemned
To lick its stench
Immortal dreadful agony
Of mortal flesh
Eternally feeding death
Denied even of death
Accursed
The horror
Of screaming
Silent
                     ~&~
BLACK
Jason H Cooper
 
I've got shades of grey in the back of my mind,
And it's starting to drive me insane.
I can't stand to live within this black rain,
But if i run away and never come back,
Those shades of grey might turn from grey into BLACK!

 

 

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