This is a poem performed by the author, L. J. Callis, at the 2019 Mews Poetry Slam.
This is a poem performed by the author, Zane Graham, at the 2019 Mews Poetry Slam. This piece is a lyric poem.
This is a poem performed by the author, Miles Morrison, at the 2019 Mews Poetry Slam. The poem is a lyric poem.
I am on my feet;
boss on my back–
just won’t cut me any slack.
With only few hours of sleep,
Contemplating on taking this leap.
Not sure how I got down this path I was led.
All I know is that it is at least better than dead.
Sometimes I feel as if this hole is too steep.
At the end of the day I get go home–
hug the kids, hug the wife–
a place where I no longer feel alone.
It’s not always easy, yet I still love my life.
We’ve built something great, and it surely is shown.
Everyday, hanging on with all my might.
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For years he’s lived in confusion,
unable to escape the delusion
that he doesn’t belong here; he never did.
Despite his efforts, he’s unable to rid
himself of this sour cognition:
that something strange separates him
from the people he’s been with all this time.
Something’s permeated and poisoned his mind.
Whatever it is, it’s gamy and sweet—
replete of exhilarating self-conceit—
that seed of malice born of the core.
Like a user, he yearns for more.
From amongst the shadows he emerged one night,
wandering in a dark forest and in quite
a curious predicament he was in—
not knowing where he was or where he’d been,
or who he was. He thought, how odd,
when the ground began to rattle and out of the fog
appeared a circus caravan brilliantly lit,
and they welcomed the drifter—a fellow misfit.
Virtuous people will do all that they can
to lend a fellow man a helping hand,
but ahead, bleak Destiny awaited;
that fearsome Huntress had them all baited.
He was as blissful as they of the depth of his nature,
but one’s heart can often be fooled by behavior.
The man’s goodness and honor were surely fictitious,
but his companions never became remotely suspicious
of his mysterious arrival that was quite dismaying.
They all had pasts not worth relaying.
In fact, they found the man extremely enchanting:
young, charismatic, and commanding.
They wanted his leadership and made up their mind.
They devised a plan and in no time
the old ringmaster was executed,
and the disease of power was rooted.
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The day Alex left, it became autumn
Only grief and sorrow could follow
I thought without her I was at rock bottom
Empty, soulless, above all hollow
Was it guilt or regret
I fell for another but was only a kiss
Did it drive me away or was she a threat?
From fiancee to a mere miss
But to Emily I am love and joy–
I am a shining beacon in a darkened abyss.
Our time together I’ve come to enjoy,
and now together we are it’s become pure bliss
She made me her Luna, her moon,
and somehow, she became my sun, my stars
The night we kissed I could tell that I was swoon
But I was imprisoned in my own bars.
But I am free, flying high above the sorrow
just as the leaves flutter down in the wind.
For it seems like winter is but tomorrow,
bringing its chilling winds, snowflakes descend.
The cold winter is upon us;
While I’m in love, I must confess my greatest sin:
I seem to be no better than Gus
sickly, ill, and a fool who felt love within.
Even if I am her moon
and I have no bars.
It seems no matter how I swoon,
there is a fault in my stars.
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