Open-Mic-Poetry

"...but I sense a presence still."

tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth, a light drool escapes from my lips, brain mushed, feeling neurons not firing, just sleeping in my mind, no thoughts, just a zombie and nothing more

a story often starts with dark stormy nights, but you were my north star peaking out so bright my one and only, love and a true light in the darkness taking with you I'm just laid bare with a starkness I went to grab you from the hole; to stop another's fall no time to wonder if I'll sacrifice it all.

Eustus is a giant dat lives on da coast. He loves da little people dere, wid mustard on toast. He ate fitty in one day, er so he would boast, 'Cause eatin' little people's what Eustus loves da most. Da little people had a plan, dey wuz tired a gittin' ate. Didn' no-one wanna end up on no hungry giants plate. So dey sent off fer a hero, but dey hero wuz late. Pulled over in south Texas fo outta state plates. By da time dat he arrived elvabawldy wuz gone, 'Cept fer Eustus the giant, he wuz gnawin' onna bone. Settin' like a fat cat, onna a skin and bone throne. Our hero woulda stayed home if he knew what now is known. 'Bout Texas, that is. Amen.

fingernails to rock crawling up this mountain, sweat fills the air, my cheeks flushed, embarrassed of how much effort it takes me to deal with this burden but it's okay, as long as I make it one more day. I will have won the race against myself.

Double faced goddess of birth and destruction take my blood and tears and health make them a sacrifice on the altar of new life where simple prayers fail The old gods are not appeased by candles and whispers but require the old ways: Suffering is the ancient language universal in experience; If don't know, you can't know Free me from this X chromosome this burden of compulsory giving I cannot help but want, written in my blood, my heartbeat, my constantly fracturing mind, the sutures that pull me together again: They all have my eyes. Mother Goddess, let my insanity be a tribute my broken body testament to human weakness miraculous recovery the voice of gods old and new screaming across the din of humanity's failings.

can't stop moving forward a shark in the water, blood pumping. How can you say the fight is over while the wound still bleeds?

I want to be your number one, first in yours and my mind; I know this but not pure feelings, splintered, roots overgrown, twisted and menacing, am I your perfect little idol, or am I just a delusion?

when you fall head over heels, how does it go? are we honest, or two masks just pretending? craving words like hot air in my lungs, I would scream and cry if only it'd mean anything at all.

May your quivers never empty, May your blades always be sharp. May your shafts never splinter, May you fight from the heart.

In the caverns of existence, Where shadows dance with fractured light, Nihilism whispers secrets to the wind, And existential dread weaves its strange design. The stars, indifferent and ancient, Gaze upon our fragile souls, Their cosmic eyes devoid of judgment, For they know not of purpose anymore. We wander through the void, Seeking solace in empty spaces, Our hearts echoing the void's refrain: "All is dust, all is fleeting." Existence, a paradoxical gift, Bestowed upon us without consent, Freedom, both blessing and curse, As we grapple with its weight. Choices like fractured mirrors, Reflecting many of paths, Yet each road leads to the same dark abyss, Where meaning crumbles like ancient stones. In the quiet of the darkness, Existential dread unfolds its wings, A raven-black specter perched upon our chests, Its talons digging into our ribs. We question the stars, the gods, ourselves, Yearning for answers that elude our grasp, Yet the void remains silent, Its laughter echoing

I'll fall into your trap but don't think me a fool, for I'll be out through old footholds and paths to your destruction I'll hold grudges and you'll sleep with one eye open.

“Dear Womba, friend; this thread is short. When I am gone and can speak no more, and eat dust, whilst worm-chewed, gnawed, and Niðmund nibbles at my breast, and can neither walk nor dance nor sing for all my joints have been far-stretched, bones scattered, throat torn, ravaged by the rats and worms of deepest earth to feast on bloody heart and guts of mine; when great Greed, the king of gnawers, comes; the grinding one, who shreds all flesh to drill my eyes out from this skull – sing songs of me, my dearest friend, and dance, as if I still was there.”

we weren't star crossed and certainly not just unlucky, no your choices are your own sins on your back yours to shake I can't save a drowned corpse, but you'll always stay a photograph untouched in my mind, but tragedy; you will never see how the story ends.

Falling Drops of Fire I’m stuck to this spot Not by choice Never had one I want so much to be free In this spot drops from somewhere above fall on me Constantly dripping at worst Sometimes it stops but it can start up again anytime A cruel cycle that never ends Never knowing what triggers them to fall on me again Always on high alert for when it will happen again Nothing I do has ever stopped it Sometimes the drops are benign Can be wiped away Other times its like fire and it burns Provoking what I try to hold back and never express I can’t escape on my own Those that want to help are stuck behind barriers They support me anyway they can It is helpful and gives a temporary respite Wish that more could be done If only anyone who could help took it seriously They see no outside wounds so can’t be bad at all Blame me for my pain and tell me to find my own way out Tell me to just accept my lot in life They walk away like they saw nothing Meanwhile I’m drops away from it

There are demons in all of us Some linger and hide In the shadows In the dark And others Hide in plane sight In the light There are demons in all of us Everywhen and everywhere And whether they hide in the dark Or in the light It is on us to face them And give them Eternal night

running in circles the rat race got me down, digging my feet in, jump I'll get out of this trench if it's the last thing I do