Open-Mic Pt 1
The fallen star emerges walking through the Cafe Latte door./ This place is more than a
coffee shop, it has a poets lounge and a bookstore!/ The fallen star enters the poets lounge
and takes a seat./ Everytime the cafe's entrance opens, you can feel the chill from the
street./
The fallen star relaxes in a plush chair sipping his coffee; he likes it black./ So many
nights to prepare, he's become an insomniac!/ It's open mic and a poet is on the small stage
reciting her piece./ She's talking about "love" and a "spiritual release."/ Her sultry voice and
mesmerizing rhythm has the room very attentive and silent./ Each punctuation, each pause
is meant to be comanding and violent!/ She mentions her soul being like a wilted rose./ Her
voice softens into a whisper as her poem comes to a close./ There is a gentle round of
applause as she steps from the microphone./ She sits down at a nearby table alone./
The fallen star rises from his seat, his heart is hammering in his chest./ He hopes no one
can hear his thunderous heartbeat as he metamorphases into a man possessed!/ The fallen
star takes the mini stage and adjusts the microphone./ He feels a nervous sickness like he's
never known./ He wonders what's wrong with him./ But he knows it's being on this stage in
front of all them./
His eyes close and he takes a deep breath counting to three./ A mask of disquise leaving
this reality!/ Looking at the previous poet in her eyes, he nods his head./ In his mind the sun
begins to rise, and he continues on ahead./ He finds his voice; that internal release./ Thus he
begins his masterpiece:
*Written specifically for Gareth James contest "Leave Me Hanging"
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