Open-Mic-Poetry

The Dark By J.C. Solis What is a realm where the darkness resides A place where sinners all go down to hide What is a place that is forgone by light A grim place where righteous people take fright Is this the place where one goes down to heal? After seeing that one’s own fate is sealed Is this the place where foul monsters now dwell? And filled with creatures from the bane of Hell What do you expect to see in the dark? Do you expect to change your fate so stark? Do you think you can veer the course of fate? Before your time comes and it’s far too late? For this is One’s Nature deep down and whole For this is the Darkness within Your Soul…

a Trinity of Whirling Swordplay Specters enter the Celestial Valley where the Empress waits across the Lake of the Ancient World......

The patient came with a broken leg. The doctor they saw, his name was Greg. He put the cast on tight, but did not look right. Now it was more broken than an egg.

Stories of love and escapist stories, I enjoy escapist entertainment Before I try to make them a reality For myself because I am too faint-hearted I see the perfect image of courtship, Perfect romance, and I’m afraid When I see before me the flawed reality. Although my age is mature, I’m still a greenhorn I am still a greenhorn with the art Of courting and romance, I am slow to understand And recognize meaning and hint of interest In me, whether I like it or not There’s an inverse relationship between who you Like and who likes you, as experience showed. What if he likes me not? What if he likes me? Love is offering a vulnerable heart. You offer your defenceless heart to Another in the hope that they will accept it; Could I give to him the power to hurt me? Do I dare to venture into the unknown? I am used to romantic disappointment. Alas, I have no idea how to handle the Rules of love, although I make my constant Prayer to the wily Lord Aengus There’s promise of an almighty

pains only temporary but normalcy persists, worms into my mind, stir crazy your hands hold the path to the better life everyone wants for me, mine a molotov; moth meet flame and tonight? I want to burn it all d o w n

Silberne Federn Glänzen im Wind Künden vom Ende Bringen die Wende Geschwind Stürzt herab Silberner Pfeil Greift und Reißt Bringt die letzte Wende Bringt Das Ende Silver feathers Glittering in the wind Herald the end Bring the change Swiftly Swoops down Silver arrow Snatches and tears Brings the change Brings The end

Little Life Left By J.C. Solis I do not have now much longer to live I’ve already given what I could give I do not know what awaits for me now As the curtains close and I take a bow What I did in life had no consequence The good I’d do with no second thought hence I want to know whether I will mourned Whether in good grace or filled with great scorn Just know that I die accepting Death’s call Because, in the end, the Grim comes for all Just know I was happy with what I had Filled with emotions, from Sad, Mad, and Glad As I take this bow and descend to the grave Just know that I join Death with a heart brave…

nature would appear to be Darwinian but details in the woods and scrub suggest a treasure trove of roaming rampant missives hid in hollows like a lantern largely lit to keep the howling void at bay AND still retained as weighty balance.........

Once upon a time, in the quaint town of Evergreen, a feral kitten with a coat as wild as the forest itself wandered into the life of a kind-hearted man named Doug. He discovered her one chilly morning, her soft mews echoing through the stillness, and named her Crazy Cat in homage to her untamable spirit. Doug and Crazy Cat quickly formed an unbreakable bond. As the years passed, Doug's life blossomed – he moved from a cramped apartment to a beautiful house with a flourishing garden and married Jonnette, a gentle soul deeply connected to nature and magic through her practice of Wicca. Jonnette found solace in Crazy Cat's presence and soon noticed the extraordinary abilities the feline possessed. Jonnette adored Crazy Cat and understood that the cat had unusual abilities. Crazy Cat could come and go as she pleased, without any doors being opened for her, and she was an extraordinary hunter. Crazy Cat moved with an ethereal grace displaying a prowess that bordered on the mystical.

feeling alone in a crowded room and then I found you two people hand and hand fighting the powers that be A lone flame become stronger, you are my one and only, the light at the end of my tunnel, and I hope you'll be the death of me

Chaos in order Order, in a way, is only the patterns we recognise. Perhaps chaos is in order, yet we do not fully realise. Human mind, ever analytical, to show what's nominal and familiar. Distinguished from the strange, deviating and peculiar. The best of reasons sought for, indeed, beauty and spontaneity. Described, most accurately and uniquely, for the beholders’ eye to see. Chaos, defined by its antonym, revealing our very ignorance. When things are not in order, unintended and with innocence. Not fitting our minds' desire, or as we think how they should be. The exception proving the rule, or does it, the contrary? Edited and written by Piezometric Poetry on 28-10-2023 Poem artwork:

Cause and a fact Knowing the cause, doesn’t change the fact. Except in future perchance, when actions have impact. In a time past present moment, that allows to alter the conclusion. And prior knowledge provided, can enter into the solution. Edited and written by Piezometric Poetry on 13-03-2024 Poem artwork

Sleepless Insomnia By J.C. Solis The night carries on with such lack of sleep For one cannot reach such sweet dreams so deep For Insomnia bogs me down as so The moon now hovers, causes dreadful woe And this little rest is what I now reap I am, sadly, restless within this night And I, sadly, wait till the dawn of light As my mind cannot find beautiful rest I await this sleepless sorrow For now, I await the coming of sleep Beneath my blankets, wrapped in heaps And my exhausted eyes, their red does show And this sleepless curse, its wrath I now know I’m awake till my alarm starts to beep I await the coming sorrow This is My Insomnia, through and through Such a terrible state that makes me rue The Sun now rises, the night is now dead As I lay in shambles atop my bed And there is just nothing that I can do And with this New Day that now lay ahead I slumber in day, and so put down my head And there is just nothing that I can do I await the sleepless sorrow…

I know there's no such thing as forever. Intimately I have it carved into my heart flecks of scars line my soul, deep in my veins. Yet I treasure every single moment, every laugh, every smile I give you. I could never give you enough, tiny paper scraps I offer, and you take them so delicately. You help me breathe when I forget who I am. You bring me back to Earth when I go to float away. I know we're not eternal. But it doesn't matter. All I can promise you is this moment, and it's all you can promise me back. That's enough. It was always enough.

The beaver builds her dam with skill and care, Creating a home where her family can thrive, The lion has its den where it can roam, A place of peace where it can rest and be free, The robin makes her nest in a tree so high, A safe haven for her young to grow and fly. Bees live in hives, buzzing with life, Working together to keep their home secure, The bear retires to its cave, a place of solitude, Where it can hibernate through the long, cold nights, Gophers, rabbits, and moles all find solace, In the safety of their holes, hidden from the world. All creatures have families they hold dear, A place they feel is home, a sanctuary of sorts, The animals of the forest, simple and true, Do not claim to have a soul or need a higher power, They live in harmony, without greed or envy, Content with the life they have been given. They do not strive to be admired or adored, Nor do they seek to be superior to one another, They do not change themselves to fit societal norms, Or seek validation

Yours is a stupefying talent honed Transforming love galore to eldritch founts With every valiant virtue all dethroned And you entrenched atop the gory mounts Grotesque abominations sink their teeth in; flay my mind and leave infected scars Of hatred, anger, self-detest beneath; By blood and tears and tissue tainted memoirs This gruesome dance macabre never ends While you are perched upon your throne of gold Your potent magic my love’s essence bends As you command to firm the blighted hold Are you content extinguishing one’s fire To taint and watch one drowning in one’s mire?