Annual Emerging Poets Slam 2017 — CLOSED

Dozen dancing dahlias along the meadow I can see them swaying all day from my window And in the sacred absent night sky when they sleep Nature's children still remain together like soundless sheeps…

Dark rooms, and broken floors. Talking low, and running slow. You broke me down, now I'm out. So tell me why I still miss you. Best Friends Forever is the biggest lie. You won't talk to me and I wish…

We were all small town folks once, Runnin' and laughin' and pickin' on the town dunce. He was a small town fella', that one, Always sayin' stupid things, always lookin' for fun. I remember the jokes…

Dragged out of my chest, my veins searched for it’s source of life. She was not there. The look of shame in her eyes. The disappointment in her voice. I am not what she assumed, what she expected me…

I didn’t know what love can do, I thought it was all true The elders were right it contained pain, but I am not ashamed from what I knew from the moment I caught those beautiful eyes I tried to…

Temples are quiet places for forbidden kisses, for moments in which the world does not exist, but is collapsing, as if the giant holding us up decides to let us fall, as if no gods can reach us.…

I am a dancer. An artist. I take the stage.. My bare feet plant themselves on the smooth marley flooring My muscles loosen as I take the first breath The music begins.. With synchronicity I leap…

Broken dreams, shattered heart "Reach for the stars," they said But how could she when there were rules to follow? Order. Obedience. They told her it was for her own good. Their dreams were her…

I exist to please. But I must breathe, inhale and exhale, only the sharp cold air that compresses me out, that cages me in. What do I see? Nothing, but I long for more. I long to escape this amity…