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Should I Or Should I not? As I'm growing up I make new choices everyday. I run into new experiences. Experiences I never thought I would run into. I look up to my elders. I thought they would help me make better choices. But I was wrong. I have to make them on my own. The more I look up to my elders, The More my choices go wrong. You think of things differently, as you grow older, than when you would have when you were younger. Being a follower is no better than being in the wrong crowd. You make a choice you never dreamed of doing in your life, It comes back to get you, And it will stay in your head for a while. So if you don't want to regret something for a long time, And feel the pain and sorry. Make the right choices. Think twice before you do something you shouldn't.
Michaela Miller
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MOONFIRE T.A.Rickey
Arcing through nightly skies Flaming languid passion, Kissing stars as She flies Fluttering in lunation,
Brightly feathered arching Casting subtle shadows, Seas and Earth hear Her sing Burning in poems and prose,
Bards' quills wrought of Her plumes Shedding mighty feathers, Her monthly wing-beat looms Raising the tides and waters,
Brimming liquid essence Dolloping like a song, Enchanting every sense Her influence more than strong.
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Just around the corner Emily Schembri Just around the corner, Is the place that you seek, Where it is not what you say that is important, It is what it means that matters.
In this place, You are listened to, But you must be paitent, And realize that, You're not the only one with troubles.
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*Empty*
By-Samantha McMullan
Pitless and cold hardless and lonley no one around to hold me crying with
tears all russhing down me wishing someone could hold me unhappy and sad crying buldlyee don't why my life is so lonley.[MoM-N-DaD] No longer hold me gone away and havent told me so for all you people who think this is bad you anit seen Nothin till you'v seen me mad.Now the only one i can talk to is the angel in heven waiting for the day they come to take me. Pitless-N-Cold heartless and EMPTY and i have no one their to hold me!!-0-
general call of duty must be good what we want progressive development cocker spaniel fasten flakes curry cooperation my friend cell belgian girls dont wear underwear what else ? I dont know what they watch they are probably fukin idiots one part will laugh another will smile
machiavelli and a little palm next to the entrance of our flat dude that was batman and you were not aloud
victor
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MY CRUCIFIXION.
DAVID JAMES
IN THIS LIFE OF MINE,
IT FEELS LIKE I'M BEING CRUCIFIED FOR A CRIME, A CRIME I HAVE NOT COMMITTED, YET TO THE CROSS I'M ADMITTED, THE PAIN IS UNBEARABLE, NO ONE CARE'S THEY THINK ITS DULL, I'M ALONE, PEOPLE FAIL TO CARE, IT'S IN THERE TONE, IN THERE VOICE, BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY IM NOT ALONE BY CHOUSE, IT'S SIMPLY BY CRUEL FATE, IT SEEMS THAT FOR ME ITS JUST TOO LATE, SO I REMAIN ON THE OLD, GOLD CROSS.-0-
Mountain Of Pain Irvin Ng
No one understand No one cares im alone to stand with so much scares
I walk on this dark road Where there is no light And it's hard for me to stand on my foot And it's hard for me to fight
Everything has faded away Nothing else left Only this life of mine which has gone astray And all i can do now is to bow
I put my face on the rock And can barely look to the Heaven And left everyone around to mock To mock me like a raven
Then i lift my face up to the sky But all i see is a million feet tall mountain Can anything teach me to fly To fly over this mountain of pain
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Why so?
Why would one feel so lonely, When one ain’t even a bit homely. Why should one feel so dead, When one hasn’t even felt lead.
This is just to tell ya what’s it like, To be a Gangsta’ on the streets full of vice. How would it feel to know that you’ve reached the end, When you haven’t even dreamt of reaching the helm.
But then that’s not all what our life brews, You think you’ve got all the right things when you book a cruise.
Still you feel so hollow inside,
‘Coz you know your kids will never have a normal life.
-Hardik
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THE COLOR BLACK
krystle phillip
Black is the night sky. it is the color of death. black is the shadows casted by the light of night. it is the pain of the suffering world. it is the void in our life. Black is the people that's dieing in the war every day. it is the sorrow of the soldiers having to kill to save the innocent. it is the world fighting to survive. it is us poisoning the earth. Black is the day of judgement. it is the evil the world has seen an will still see.
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This cruel world
jennifer hall
The world is a cruel place in which I live Nothing gets better no matter how much I give and give
The place in which I work is full of deceit, disrespect, and foul play.
But I have to keep working here and accept what I cannot change due to the vast amount of bills I must pay
I come to work everyday and sit at this desk, hoping eventually that things will get better, wishing that this unable load that rests on my shoulders will eventually begin to lessen in its weight
But no, it does not lessen, and my shoulders are becoming bent from the pain… I feel dead inside all the time.. With no one who seems to care about what will become my everlasting fate.
Work, money, credit, family, trust, lies, despair, grief, depression, and utter unhappiness has become my life When do I become happy again?
Will all my life be filled with this never-ending strife?
The more I try to fight this despair, the more I sink into my hole of depression again and again.
So, thank you, cruel world
So, thank you, cruel world
Thank you for the utter helplessness I feel everyday So, thank you, for the lack of friendship, so no one can care whether or not I have anything to say.
So, thank you, for the never ending amount of debt I owe that rests over my head So, thank you, for the constant overwhelming thoughts of wishing I was dead.
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The Church Bell
Vibiesh
The church bell of town sings a song,
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong,
It's for our heart it rings too long,
It's melody is what I long,
It will make thy heart nice and strong,
And now let us all sing along...
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With a quaking determination I welcome the mornings first dispersal of white light Warmed softly by a distant dying star That awakens an entire hemisphere of life I resist the urge to retreat to the blankets that cradle and nurse my saccharine dreams that explode from my wet unconscious mind But after rolling up the bags that bruise my indigo eyes and painting my face white I notice the dissatisfaction that remains from the previous night Taking great steps and wide strides to avoid the onyx shadows that settle restlessly inside And commit to the limitless possibilities that supposedly sway and drift in alternating winds I rose my hand inch by inch as to obtain one of these pathways that bare fulfillment and lucent balance But when your living in the wind Where do you begin This morning I began in the shadowed Realizing that paving pathways over shadows doesn't mend this lack of light With all hands and feet I blow life into the darkness Retrieving dim dirt and turn it into the mother of all life And with the light from mornings first sun I can now turn simple soil into a olive ocean
Jen - Jenny
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NO
Tabaitha Travis
A child screams,but it isn't heard
To afraid to say a word.
Her innocence stolen in the night
To young and to small to put up a fight.
The beautiful small that always played upon her face Is gone forever, gone from it's rightful place.
Her dreams and hopes are forgotten and gone Just like the melody to a once cherished song.
She screams and screams within her soul
To afraid to talk to afraid to say NO!
For all the children in the world
To afraid to say one simple word.
Scream and shout until you are heard.
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I Keep cumming up short Justin Glandon
I comb my hair i wear cologne
I jackoff in my bed alone.
I buy new clothes and go to the bar,
I have no job i have no car.
I flash my money like im in the game,
guys think im cool,chicks think im lame.
for all the effort witch i put forth,
i know in the end I be fucking a dwarf
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They think your fat Well how about that You are confused While others are amused
They think your too big They start to call you a pig You are really good at math They just stare at your calf
You start to leer Into a mirror You think your too wide You must hide
You think you can shear Away the fear The mocking feels like a cannonball Your heart begins to fall
You think your too fat You MUST be like Pat You start to throw-up Your friends tell you to grow-up
They start to make fun of a new girl You no longer have to hurl Your old friends are behind your back That is something you do not lack
Kristin Thomson
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My hand hurts from writing, Trying to write these feelings away. My head hurts from thinking If I can make it another day. My soul hurts from fighting To escape this lonesome cage. My voice hurts from screaming All of my captivating pain. My eyes hurt from crying All these endless tears. My back hurts from carrying Such burdens all of these years. My ears hurt from hearing That all my pain will soon heal. My heart hurts from trying So hard to feel.
Krista Novakowski
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" Prayer " (alexander)
Lord, Forgive him 4all of his sins, Because u kno wat hes done, and were hes been.
Lord, Forgive him 4 he has used ur name in vane! But dats because hes going through so much pain.
Lord, Hes got things to do tomorrow night, but before he do dem things show him da light, so dat tommorow night! ma dawgwould look up and take his fight.
Lord, Im looking up and all i c is my skys r gray, But all i can do is just sit here and pray.
Lord, If u can here me tonight Let ma broda c da light.
" AMEN " @}~'~
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Endured so much pain In these short twenty-one years conquered my fears and shad so many tears stared death in the face to see it tern away that’s why every night I lay awake and I pray and thank the lord for giving me another sunset if I die before I wake will never forget all my family and friends and all there guidance life is short and full of surprises so when you fill like life is to hard look in the mirror at all your scars you cam way to far to give up in this game it mite rain but it will sunshine again threw the trials and tribulations how many times did death face you never erase you every thing happens for a reason and that’s why I am believing that I am still breathing
daniel ray
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Get Away Rylie Rutter
if you don't like me, step away. If you like me, don't astray. You be nice, I
be nice. You be mean, I be mean. Simple tasks will lead you here, and I don't
care if you're revere. Books are fine, punks are okay, I don't even care, if
you're a stray. Talk to me, I'll talk back. If you dis me, I won't turn back.
I'll keep on walking, where I go. I won't go to a parent, and blow. I'll stand
my ground, be strong. Be tuff, and move along.
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Born of the Forever Song By: Chris Franklin
Long before my birth My soul was as it will be for all time Of the light of my darkness I will be forever of split between my heart and soul My hear is of purest darkness of the light My soul if a flame by the light of the void Forever unbound by time Within the stream of time my power grows Promise to the abyss for watching over the children left behind Cass out of the kingdom of Forever light To a place of hope of pain and kindness of the end The end to the beginning of rebirth If the heart and soul are will Sins are my memoirs never to forget Learn by each passing moment Never to relive the past By the pain I feel By the breath of time itself this promise to remember Now and forever Love to lose Life to live Death I will live on in the stream of the forever song of my soul The voice of the spirit I will live for the tomorrow to come today Birth to the never ending song of DarkLight
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MY THOUGHTS ANDREW GISSENDANNER
I stand alone watching life from far away
A place in my mind where all my thoughts shall play
My pain roams wild, my love seeks out-loud
I'm a ghost that floats slowly through the crowd.
Who am I? What am I? Why can't anyone see
The pain, the hurt that burns deep inside of me.
I close my eyes tight and imagine myself
Way beyond the clouds where the stars sparkle like diamonds
And the moon looks at me and smiles.
My imagination takes off to a place I haven't been in awhile
A place not far away I loved as a child.
A place over the hill, past the green pasture
A place so beautiful in my mind
only my eyes will capture.
A place so concealed by love
Is this what I've been after?
My thoughts begin to tremble,
my soul takes its rapture
I ask myself again,
Is this the place my thoughts really been after?
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The World Logan
As I look around I see the world, All of its beauties and wonders, Yet we sit here and complain about it, We didn't have to be here, There must be a reason, A reason we are here, No I'm not talking about fate, It is a greater reason, The sun shines everyday, We can look back on the good and the bad, Know in our hearts that there is a God, And just listen to people tell us he's a fake, Yet we sit here and do nothing about it, And we still wonder what's wrong with the world, We expect someone else to stick up for God, But we should realize, today's the day, We need to be God's people and spread his word We need to tell of God's love for everyone, And of the forgiveness he offers us.
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LIFE'S MEANING
Gabby G
I stand alone in world of my own
Asking why the truth has yet to let itself be known I'm wandering through the pages of time The world's clock ticks away, bringing us closer to the midnight chime.
Soon the day will start anew
And more and more people will bid life adieu Some will laugh as others do fail Leaving only those who could pay to prevail.
Someday soon we'll wonder how corruption hid in a dark back street And set the world a fire with flames made from those who lie and cheat.
Those flames that set my world alight,
Hiding the meaning of life tonight.
And as we wonder through the empty lanes We'll remember the cause was greed that ran in our veins Like race cars heading towards the finish line And will of course miss the warning sign.
Now the race is over and what is left?
Scraps that are of hope bereft.
And still time runs on passing us and not noticing the wreck It seems no one is in a hurry to stop and check Those that have fallen down already And those whose legs are unsteady.
Tonight mine are the legs that are weak.
No one would stop because I was part of the crowd, not unique.
That is, until I met you of course.
You heard my cries above the worlds noise and looked for its source.
I looked at you offered hand and followed it to your eyes You saw me when no one else did and for you, I think I can rise.
Its funny how with your hand in mine,
I can stand apart and not follow the crowd's line.
And even if today you leave me leaning,
It doesn't matter because I've learned life's meaning.
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THE GRAVE-ROBBER OF KANDOO
SCOTT WILSON
There’s a tiny little graveyard to the north of south kandoo, the only sound at night time is the sound of little shoes.
His eyes are alert his lips are dry like sand, while on a chosen grave he lays a bony hand.
At night he wanders to the top of mount glace, you see this was the grave robbers secret place.
There he would sit for hours at night, gazing at the moon and and being dazzled by it’s light.
But one night while sitting alone in his tomb he heard the shouting of a child who was in her room.
She was shouting and yelling at her parents downstairs, She was being very naughty but she didn’t care.
At that moment the grave robber came, she stopped screaming and turned and he whispered her name.
He brought a finger to his lip and said do not make a noise; the girl was very silent as she fell against her toys.
The grave robber took her voice in his hand, the girl could not speak and she couldn’t call her dad. He said: “now in Kandoo if a child’s not well behaved, I shall take their voice forever and keep them in my cave”.
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fluttering through your callous eyes has left me dirty no surprise these hands are washed with gasoline f**k your heart & wipe it clean
oh, I’ve died inside your clutch your kiss, your touch, it hurts to much ravish me, your wicked hands I’ll beg to give into your demands
sweeping down my back with sin I loose control, I’ve let it in your eyes f**k mine, I fall apart suck the life from my vicious heart
I bleed your blood I breathe your air save me from your judging stare your beast has met me face to face hell is here for your embrace.
can’t you see the moon sink deep? to light a fire in your sleep your sky your love contained in flame black your veins to live in shame.
LISEN GONSALVES
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A LOSS LEAH AGUILAR
I'm lost and alone in a world that is new.
I'm frightened and sad in this place without you.
Like a deserted puppy left out in the rain.
'Cause the children who owned her thought she was lame.
Like a beaten child who's mother was drunk.
That cried out her name when killed in her bunk.
Like a young girls last breath that ended her pain.
'Cause for her fathers death she took the blame.
Like a friend who's in need but no one's around.
To catch her before she falls dead on the ground.
Like a heart that was broken from the loss of a love.
That caused her to jump from the tower above.
Like a knife through the back when you know your friends lied.
For all of this pain is why I have died.
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The Frozen Lake
brillbex
The heat shone down on the frozen lake, Such a long time since the heat last saw her, She was forgotten.
She was lost.
But a lake forgotten is not a lake dry, And the sun had found her, and soon she would be alive.
The heat melted the ice, and the water began flowing, Touched by the ecstasy of the beautiful sun.
The sun shone brighter, and harder on the water, Pleased by its success at melting the ice.
Ecstatic at the reflection from the glistening water, And return of the light from the surface of the lake.
Then the lake began circling,
Like a whirlwind the passion carrying the current, Like a wind in the storm.
Over the edge of the mountain, a fountain of ecstasy, The water penetrated the valley that lay deep beneath.
Fireworks exploding.
The droplets of water danced on the earth’s surface, As the stream hit the valley bed.
A whirlwind of life and passion and joy, The water slid slowly down the smooth surface of the mountain, Then deep into the darkness of the valley.
More and more water, released. Unchained. Exposed by the sun, Thrusting to the surface, desperate to reach the edge.
In the passion and fury a rock is released, And the remaining water left to gush until all reaches the edge, Like an explosion, the rush of water flies furiously over the edge, Until the lake at the top of the mountain is dry.
The valley bed full,
At total capacity
It ripples a long time, before settling to sleep.
Still. Lifeless. The passion is over,
The cloud draws in, resting heavy over the new lake.
Cold again, the lake is frozen,
Forgotten and lost after its moment of joy.
But a frozen lake is not a dry lake,
And she knows that the sun will soon shine again.
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Philosophical Mind
Tony Cook-
We r all unpredictable like a creature
not tame
Or do we play a roll in a losing game
The creation of life is explained by a theory Praising the eternal prolonging
our mystery
Supposedly it is a venture known as our destiny
From da depths of da oceans mountains grew
But nature can tare dem down n build dem anew
From da nites so black 2 our skys so blue
These r da everchanging flows of da river of life
From da days we as humans grazed in fields of grass
2 now being human, weak minded forgetting our past
Do we live wiv angels constantly by our side
Or do we secretly reveal our angel that quietly lives inside
Now n then we get our feelings of divine spirituality Its a shame we only use it
wiv human practicality
We live in desire of our fantasies only 2 be held back by realities This is
because we live life by written technicalities
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MIRROR
I look into the mirror and what do I see?
An out of control creature staring back at me.
I fall to my knees and think how can this be?
Its true, its too late there's know way to break free.
Growing up to be like my mom was one of my biggest fears,
when she doesn't have a pill she breaks down into tears.
She used to abuse us then use her pills as her excuses.
Now I'm headed down the same path and I hope there's a cure,
a cure for being just like her.
I feel stuck, everyday my goal is to find something to get
me messed up. I cant face a day sober cause this world is
just too much. Life really truly sucks.
Sometimes i get extremely mad, I tried so hard not to be
like her I gave it everything I had.
Now I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Its my mom staring back at me.
I fall to my knees and think how can this be?
Its true its too late there's know way to break free.
Poet, Jessica Holts
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You haven't seen me forever, you wonder who I am, Years later, you find me, you see me, you see...
I'm done with my suffering.
I'm changed.
"Hey Alen, remember me?" Yes I remember you.
He wonders....
Why does he wear sunglasses? Why does he wear suits? Why the collar shirts? Why? Why does he look good? Why do the girls dig his looks and personality? Why?
I want to be friends with him. I want his fame and popularity. I want his personality.
Why all nice all of a sudden?
Well FCK you. I remember how you treated me.
You remember how you treated me? Remember the disrespect? Remember the hate?
I've changed. I'm looking better. In fact, I'm looking like I've never imagined I would look like. You wonder why I do what I do. Why does he show off?
Why?
I love the attention. I love the heat. I love the hate. I love the love. I love the respect. I love the disrespect. I love the curiosity. I love to make you wonder.
Now you want my fame? You want to be my friend?
You can fck yourself. I am not interested in your kind.
Alen Papic
OPEN MIC ENCORE I JULY, 2006