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Open Sores

I am a coward with open sores. 
I write and wonder who it bores. 
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly. 
I see others carrying out my dreams; 
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores. 
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way. 
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say... 
I worry the world will leave me. 
I cry because no one believes in me. 

I am a coward with open sores. 
I understand nothing comes easy. 
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me. 
I dream I am healed and brave. 
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave. 
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours. 
I am a coward with open sores. 

©  2011  ~JSLaM    


* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011

* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011 

* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011

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Through the Looking Glass

The mirror reflected her face, pained with
Hate and self-loathing
Rueing her actions from the night before
On waking to find herself naked, lying beside him
Under the influence of alcohol, she had
Given in and made love to him, now, she chastised 
Herself for letting him make his move

There had once been a time, when
His touch was all she desired, but that fire had been
Extinguished many years ago

Love had disappeared in an instant
Once he had started playing his game and his
Omnipotence had came to the fore,
King had taken Queen
In his opening play and he’d taken control
Now he was on the offensive again and
Giving herself to him, had gained him the upper hand

Gathering her resolve, she put aside her
Lamentations and regrets, closing her door silently
As he lay quietly, still deep in sleep; 
She stepped into the shower, the water removing all trace of him as
She contemplated her next strategic, defensive move.

Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010

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 Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
 Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
 Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
  And again the injustice of war compels me

                   To speak in anger and utterly be
                   I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
                   But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
                   For the people of Palestine are now in torture
                   And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris 

Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009

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Kiss Me in the Shadows

Keep well away from dark, forbidding dreams --
Instead, stay near the hearth and play your lyre;
Sleep even so will wait on wooden beams,
Seducing you beside your cozy fire.
Meticulous and careful you may be,
Evicting darting shadows with the blaze --
Inside your quiet cottage, patiently,
Night's emissary holds you in her gaze.
The cuckoo calls as midnight church-bells chime;
His warning message echoes from the walls --
Enchanted ears have lost all track of time,
So far from whispered fears as silence falls.
Her chilling hands then rip away your voice,
And images assail your inner eyes --
Denying you the act of conscious choice,
On captive lips she mixes truth and lies.
When sunlight climbs the sky and breaks her spell,
She blows a darkened kiss, and bids farewell.

Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2007

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T	hose beautiful little girls you tried to kill
A	 s they waited in their school van at the end of the day
L	ive another day to remind you, once again, you've failed!

I	n terrible suffering, yet they shine for the whole world to see
B	e it known, innocent blood cries for better tomorrows
A	nd like the dust beneath the feet of these little ones
N	ever will you rise to the heights for which you murder to attain!


Copyright © Annalise Brigham...a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2012

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Cowboys Cry Too

C  casually stands next to his saddled horse
O  openly he weeps (so) full of his remorse
W  what is left of pale pink running rose that grew
B   blood floods from thorn pricks he's getting his due
O   oh! tangled web with his love he did weave
Y   yesterday she discovered all his cowboy lies believed

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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Five Letters

These are the five letters you left me with:

So you are leaving, walking away,
Old wounds grate against silence.
Realizing a moment too late, what’re you doing,
Reading through all those beautiful lies,
You never meant what you said.

And, I read them, over and over again
but five small letters never seemed so big. 

Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2011

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Sad Eyes

Silent sadness subdues soft skin; mournful streams of one grief-stricken,
Amazonian agony and avalanching awe; along ardent avenues, a lonely boy I saw,
Dying in his dungeon of duty and despair, duelling demons in a dampened dull lair.
Eyes the only entrance, or exit, to existence; enigmatically evading everyone’s persistence;
Youthful enthusiasm, long since gone; yearning for the only one who sings his song;
Energy evaporates, with each torrential tear; elegantly enticing his loved one near;
Subdued sorrow, no lip shall quiver; sadness seen only, through a silent salt river.

10th February 2016

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017

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T errific and terrible, loud and unrelenting, I am suddenly
H ammered by a head splitting, grating screech, as the
E mergency Broadcast Signal blatantly blares from my TV.

N early every glass rattles and shatters, because the
O N button is stuck on its highest setting possible!
I try in vain to find the clicker to lower the volume
S o the earsplitting nightmare of noise will lower, but it keeps on
E scalating, out of control, while I cover my poor ears in agony.

Written on 3/7/2017
For THE NOISE contest

Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2017

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Teeming pools of spawning thoughts
   Irrational coiling tendrils and knots
     Restless limbs and rattled brain
        Exquisite need for some slight refrain
          Deprived of basal corporal need...

...I am so...tired.

Copyright © Kelly McDonald | Year Posted 2006

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Gone With The Sin

Giving up on all I believe in,
Opaque is the road that I walk on,
Not even the brightness of a hundred stars, is capable of
Erasing, all the wrong I've done.

Wandering the streets of wrong-doing,
I'd watch people pass me by, life is much more complicated
Than I thought it would be, it's just so mystifying, 
How everything wrong feels so right, everything is a 

Trap, in the web of life. 
How everything that gives delight, in fact, has
Existed to reveal the true meaning of remorse, yet until this day, a 

Sinner I am, carrying a bundle of sins
In my hands, 
Not knowing what road to take. 

Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2007

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Battle Within

She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die. 
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.

Copyright © Paige Brackins | Year Posted 2006

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The Angst Of Our Age

To arrive
Here on this planet
Eager and

Avid to participate in a
Noble Grace-filled saga, our lives
Gave way to
Serious reflection on hollow
Truths that had too long prevailed ...

Of war and honor and the
Frustration of our Peace fervor brought

Outrage and confusion as the

Appeared:  human beings are
Evolution a tragic ending.

Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009

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From glory to dust-2

From glory to dust-2

F ragile humans flailing away at cataclysmic events, trying to
R ule the world without a clue, not knowing the way
O ut... Impressive they try to be, imposing their
M ediocrity in synchronicity with deceptive ideologies

G lamourously they present themselves as role models
L eaders of society, in the arts, and business moguls
O f the sports world, they excel high above the 
R est of the competition, they are winners, never
Y ielding to doubt or fear, ever overconfident

T oo many times they reach the summit, the peak of power
O nly to find themselves crashing down into the mire of disgrace

D isillusionment will rule the hopeful mind and heart of the innocent
U ntil the day when they finally comprehend that humans on their own
S imply cannot control or manage the chaos that confronts this world
T ogether the impious and vainglorious rulers will return to the dust.

John Derek Hamilton
March 22,2017

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

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No Point

Nihilism cultivated by disappointment
One’s innate desire to find MEANING terminally frustrated

Postmodern existential angst fills the vacancy left by Hope
Overwhelmed by knowing life’s vital substance is so easily reduced to ash 
Illusion of identity burns on a pyre
Nonbelief rejects the comfort of religious doctrine
Truth annihilates Spirit

Copyright © Yvonne Sorensen | Year Posted 2009

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Happy New Year (acrostic contest entry)

H ope and faith
A re in my heart,
P erhaps this year,
P erhaps a new start...
Y esterday is gone.

N ow I look to 2010,
E ying the dates,
W ondering when.

Y earning for health,
E veryone's worried.
A nother day gone:
R ainy and blurried.

©2009 Danielle White

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009

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DISAPPOINTMENT acrostic English sonnet

Destiny made a way out of my reach,
Instead of welcoming with open arms
Spread wide. To each his own! On my own, each
And every day, I did life no harm.
Priorities, other than me, came first,
Prior to closing my eyes and dreaming
Of better days. But, bad days made the worst
Inceptions; Days and nights double teaming.
Nothing prepared me for what I would get,
Though I really should have seen it coming.
Most of the time, both my eyes were too wet,
Evidence that God did not do something.
Next time, I will choose to abandon hope,
Trying to get by, while trying to cope.

Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2012

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For Site Crashers

L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011

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I.  looked inside of me for the answers but they were invisible.

    Blindness over took me and you taxed my patience.

    Internally is where I live and my body is what carries me.

R. IP address wasn't found and you stayed hidden.

    I waited for my refund and even called upon you with your wealth of information.

    I tried to cash my disability check but there were insufficient funds.

S. ince you left I wandered without a plan except to keep it moving.

    But I'm no longer available, I'm on the go.

    I taxted you but your number was no longer listed.


            The taxman always win except when one dies

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012

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Carnivorous disease
Advances on its
Never erring 
Course of pain
Eating all before it with no
Respite for its host.

Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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C onstruction of causes often concluding at an undesirable end
O menous clouds hover over head
N oticing some circumstantial happenstance not consistently NEGATIVE
S ystematically obligated to change results
E effect becomes the antidote
Q uickly questioning motives
U nderlining reasons
E existing in riddles
N othing is ignored when the end is near
C ontinuous uncontrolled events
E very action has them
S tate of mind, similar occurrences down the line

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT Hello brother and how are you. I know you been upset because of the things I am doing. Tomorrow is just another adventurous day. My life is an ascertain maze. Each extreme that I experience Watches me within my memory. Is it you that state I am living dangerously? That may be the case. Here I am for you to put me in my place. Yet, will this mean anything at all? Of course, I will listen and provide you with due respect. Unless you are not that projected and Regards become irate Because you negate Essence of my personal recourse. Such offensiveness should not be voiced. Therefore, I am here to provide my undivided attention. Silently, I will listen. Helping you to remove your frustration. Otherwise, you are fine with what I do. To you brother, much ado. Or else, hit me with your best shot. However, do not stretch the truth. Hello as well sister and you may have a seat. I tell you that you are not at all discreet. Today is another part of the future. Mountains you certainly have climbed. Each time you overcome an obstacle We do not intertwine, nonetheless, I know that your life has unbind. Thus, it is not for me to question. However, I will discuss Your acumen in choices Out of all the options that was there. Unless there was a threat even in the most Remote form, you Being that ideal that will unshackle Everyone. Such defensiveness is understood. True, I suppose be there for you. So you have come to chastise. Hindrance is not forthcoming as you unbraid your hair. Of course, I will correct you when you are wrong and have over stated yourself. To thine self-reproof as well. Hit me with your best shot. Just not below the belt. ____________________________________________| Scribed June 21, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Brain Teaser

B oosting a staminal of fits.
R oosting for the stars and stopping to piss.
A man I am with my wits.
I nsofar as the world does not make sense,
N odding now because I am exhausted.

T esting my ideas through my Dreamweaver.
E ating nutritious foods to stay on top.
A sking not anyone to give a damn.
S urreal but real to me.
E verlasting faith and tranquility!
R eady now for a brain teaser.
August 01, 2015!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015

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Bungalow shrouded by sorrow
Ancillary space time doth borrow
Recycled dreams in dark basement furrow
Residual memories in corroded hope chest burrow
Embezzled ambitions in fallow vault sallow
Naked soul in hollowed-out walls doth wallow

Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2012

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A mania she could not explain made her devise the plan:
No one could know where or what place she may have gone
If so, I’m not sure they’d tell; conclusions would be drawn:
Tomorrow, perhaps an answer will come, before the setting sun; but,
Really does it matter to anyone? Are we not all out of ‘town’? 
Actually, yes I think it matters for many; especially matters to one. 

Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014

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Girls Don't Wear Bermuda Shorts!

O ther misconceptions of my
H ome of birth and where I spent some of my

Y outh is that 
E veryone lives in mud huts and wears grass
S kirts as tourists are greeted at the airport.

B ermuda is a place of 
E xceptions in that as of course the world economy is changing, that for a small island
   it is still one of the
R ichest nations on the Earth! 
M any of the people you might see on the street, if any, are not poor; but, because of the
U nbelievably high cost of living has to
D eal with finding a roof over their head hard.
A lso, while some things might have come to the 

I sland a little later than the states, we are not a barefoot, backwoods people 
T hat don't know anything and are in constant awe of the 
S treams of people who visit us.

Y ou tourists are graced with an island and a people
O f  beauty, Godly fear, and an
U nbelievable strength that has fought off one natural disaster

A fter another.
N o other island is graced with our beautiful pink-sanded beaches.
D iversity is reached with people from South America, Europe, the Azores, North America, as
   well as  

M any other islands and nations.
E ach and every house, as well as it people are "cemented in colour and everlasting pride"!

(The acrostic spells out a song that I used to sing constantly when I was little.)

Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2009

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Political Corruption

Partisanship hinders compromise
Oblivious voters put cronies into power
Likeability trumps substance
Idiotic commentators bicker
Tension builds amongst the people
Idealouges pollute the system
Charming individuals manipulate
Society falls apart

Copyright © Dustin Craig | Year Posted 2013

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T he
H eist of humanity has begun
E clipsing the pain of 

I rresponsibility fever
N ecessities denied
D angerous 
I mpossible personalities
G uilty of
N eurotic 
A ggravation 
T oward human existence
I n the mean while indecent
O bservations saw
N ormal human behavior morph into

P eople poking
A t pride 
R esembling 
A nother God
D own DEEP inside

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Being Human


Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2009