Read Poem: A Beautiful Death, by Kristen Corbisiero

This love was never meant to make history,

Darling, we were never meant to move the stars and caress fate.

This mere distraction turned into a spell-bounding affair

Of two hearts stuck on each other.
With the red string closing in at their throats,

We are simply two souls, trapped in a fragile state of caring too deeply, too much.

Our story begins as a boy and a girl, meeting a stranger’s eye and returning a smile,

It goes on for days, months and years before our love solidifies,

A power of simple affection drawn deep from the infatuation made from strangers.

A burden I can no longer carry on my own.

But our tale holds as much joy as it does sorrow,

For a star that burns so bright can only been seen as it implodes on itself.

And our stars colliding was the best thing that could happen to my universe,

For any cosmos we make will harbor passion, greed and lust born from such lovers.

In the deep skies we find ourselves at our best and worst.

You have become neither scorn nor lover,

In the body of angel, and the mind of the devils son, you worship me.

And we fall into the blacken sky, holding onto a breath that has escaped us.

My heart falls deep and fast for a being such as you,

And you take me for everything I am, the good the bad and the worst.

For you, I give my all and get so much of you in return,

But our love is tragic and laced with caution,

(The stars beauty is only found in the light years it takes away,)

My heart is too melded in yours to be broken; rather, it simply shatters,

Taking pieces of you and me, scattering them across the universe of time.

Oh, darling, you’ll be the death of me,

So consider yourself lucky on how beautiful it will be.

Read Poem: Black Person, Should I Be More Like You?, by Sway Writes

Cookie cutter black person
What does it mean to be like you?
What do I need to do?
How do I say what I need to say to sound more like you?
“Be more black, act your race” is what they all say
What does that even mean?!
I refuse to be a cookie cutter example of you
Why can’t I be me and do what I do
So what I like to listen to rock and pop and maybe a little alternative too
Is that deemed white music by you?
I like to listen to rap as well
Am I finally acceptable to you?
I love my black people and I love my brown skin
But I refuse to be put in a box
Because you’re satisfied enough to live in it.

Read Poem: Conscious Monster, by LayeDaWriter

Oh, well there friend

Why won’t you tell one, where you’ve been

I mean you don’t have to say, because of course I know

That there, is a secret I’d never show

Remember, I told you once you gave up your mind it was over

In the back of your head, cruising, you as my chauffeur

Want me gone, yet the fun has only begun

You gave a part of yourself and wasn’t thinking of a refund

Now, where do we go from here you ask

Take a sip from that flask

Close your eyes, this may get bumpy

The next morning you may be a little grumpy

All the while, I sit back and watch you squirm

But due to your lack of awareness my grip became firm

More control I receive, as you fight Throw in the towel, exert no more might

The battle you urge to win, you lack the most essential tool

This battle resulting in a loss playing you as a fool

Yes I am the master and you come to me for the ultimate decision

One bad choice, and I eat at you slow with precision

Without me, you run through the world as a mad man

Bit and pieces of what you see create me, yes I stan

Once upon a time, you had the power to shift me in your own way

Yet you chose to let society devour you, creating more of me day by day

With you forced to be my driver, helping me collect more

I’ll get the things I need to help reach deeper into your core

-LayeDaWriter

Read Poem: UNDERSTAND ME, by by Natie Jay Tembe

I am not a usual thing; I am not the standard spirited young adult, still brimming with teenage angst and aged wisdom passed down from the withered hand that put me too sleep many years ago. I am not the oh-so-common, die-in-your-mid-twenties young adult that fought, screaming at their own reflection every day in both pain and fear… “Believe me!!! I’m trying.”

I am not either of these things, because I am both of these things.

I died 8 years ago, aged 15 when my best friend told me she was tired of how much I loved her. I died 7 years ago when my mother left my father because he was a sad shell of a man that raised us on the back of the broken principles that shattered him. I died, 4 years ago when I realised my dreams were just that.

I died yesterday when I woke up and felt like breathing was a chore and living was a privilege I never intended to receive.

Every night I attend my own funeral, and every morning I open my eyes to a miracle. At night I close my door, lock it twice; slip off my slippers and slither into my bed. As the uncomfortable comforter slowly covers my head, like the end of an open casket funeral, I lay there and picture how my life would have turned out if I were one or the either.

Songs carry me to my annoyingly not-eternal slumber. The voices of the Delta slip me into a blissful mental coma, and Bon Iver sings to me of moon water and creeks.

I share my headspace with unrelenting heartbreaks, and a constant fear of my own mortality. I fear the day I scream at my reflection, so I don’t try; I fear the day when the wisdom I have been carrying slips between my fingers like sand, granulated and eroded … so I don’t try.

I have screamed at stars all alone during winter nights and I have cursed angels during my twilight at twilight. My hands have laid down lines of lead and ink, and my heart has bled on paper of all colours; from standard white, all the way to rosy pink; my mind has regurgitated my reality in the form of words on blank pages so that you may catch a glimpse of the weird and wonderful world I exist in.

I have seen the darkness of man and the beauty of his heart.

Understand me! I am the vile and venerous vilification of my history and the hauntingly splendid exoneration of my history. I am no usual thing; I am both alive and dead. I die a million times within a day, but I was only alive once… way back when.

Believe me… I’m trying

Read Poem: Genere is Friendship, by Mallika Kumar

Dedicated to my friend Raghuvendra

Sweet memories, that will always shine,
Shimmering of them will do remind
Of Someone who is very special.
To some he’s a chattering box…
For some a pain in the neck.
This is what others perceive him as;
Who fail to see a beautiful mind,
a caring heart and a sensitive soul.
Who is always there to console.
An elf for sure, for a little talk, would bring back your smile.
Worries would sublime….and you will feel light…
Hold him tight or he will fly..to someone who needs his Elfy delight, to bring light in others life.

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Watch the AUGUST 2019 Poetry Readings

All performed by Kat Smiley

POETRY Reading: Almost Homeless, by Perry Terrell

POETRY Reading: The Old Man and the Tree, by Andrew Smith

POETRY Reading: THE DEVIL’S CLUTCH, by Kevin Parish

POETRY Reading: End, by Christine Bolton

POETRY Reading: Bully, by Travaughn

Read Poem: Bedrock’s Testament, by Merple

I write

I write often

Of an ethereal figure

He has no name

His presence

I can’t fathom

Only feel

Through the words I impart

Into the folds of napkins

On nights of drunken stupors

And banal escapades

Riveting in exaggeration

Dim bulbs and iridescent neon

Grim eyes with hairless brows

Fifty kilogram weight on my sole

Lower than the floor I stand on

Only then,

And only ever then,

I pray

For Clarity and Truth and Purpose

Sans scripture

Solely silence

“It was not written for me”

Cloudy, unwarranted comfort

In the fiction we tell ourselves

Read Poem: AN INSTANT DREAM, by Katharine Lovejoy Berman

I knew I had dozed
I heard echoes of the voices
from an instant dream.
So many voices, a cacophony in my head.

He didn’t know I had dozed
No one did although it happened
several times that day.
He was still beside me, we were on the ship.

The speaker was still speaking
(I hadn’t even lost the thread
of what she was saying!).
I was still in this chair, in this place.

I knew the instant dream
had been as intense
as it was brief.
The voices faded away, back to the unconscious.

They knew they were being dragged
Back to their rightful place
in the invisible world they occupied.
They didn’t want to go, they longed to linger awhile.

I knew those voices
And wanted them to linger longer
And stay in their world awhile.
An alternate universe, an instant dream.

By Katharine Lovejoy Berman
copyright 8/18/2017

Read Poem: Seasonal Asset Disorder, by Jayme Villa-Alvarez

Winter is coming.
Another summer surrenders to the fall
There is a melody I’m softly humming
How many losses can I recall.
In the somber sullen wake of my disgrace
I seek redemption to save face.
There is a gnawing underneath the skin
A haunting howl amidst the din
The storm winds settle and blow back
I have plenty of strength to make up for what I lack.
Gravity has got me down again
The heart resounds a pulse from within
Autumn is nigh
I breathe in the earthen air
And simply sigh
And summon up a prayer.

Jayme Villa-Alvarez, 9/11/17

Read Poem by Arattrik Biswas

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Maybe I was meant to be this way.
A broken ugly mess.
Don’t know where I’ll go from here.
Dreams I dream less and less.

I know you think you don’t deserve me.
Or anything I do for you.
And you have fallen so many times.
You don’t believe anything to be true.

It’s hard to believe that life is fair
When I’ve fallen my last step.
Further and hopeless, distance grows.
There is but the ultimate escape.

I know you feel like this is the end.
But I’m with you till the end.
And if you fall get right back up.
Your armour, only you can mend.

I wish I could have your strength.
I wish I could be more like you.
I wish I was anyone but myself.
There is so many things I wish I didn’t do.

It’s never too late for you to stand.
I’ll give you all the strength you need.
I can nurture and care all I can.
But I can’t germinate a seed.

Do you think I have not tried?
I fall every moment I stand.
I’ve tried and lost my last breath
My hourglass has run out of sand.

I wish I could make you believe.
I don’t never want you to go.
Tell me why can’t I follow my heart.
And tell you what you need to know.

This is my battle, this is my fight
I can’t let you come and see
You are my last sacrifice I’m making
You have to stay away from me.

You are always worthy of saving.
I will fight everything for you.
Why can’t you accept after everything.
I will always and forever love you.

And I always did, that’s the reason.
I’m leaving you and everyone else.
I can’t look at my reflection.
And let you near someone who fails.

You leave and I’ll follow you.
Through the gates of hell.
I’ll tame the Furies and Cerberus,
I’ll hammer in Hades’s last nail.

You should not have come for me.
I’ve fallen and become ruler of this race.
Now this is your last battle symphony.
And I, your nightmare in flesh.

No matter what you may become.
You will always be my own.
No nightmare can frighten me.
Losing you is the worst fear I’ve known.

Finally I lay here in your arms.
As how it always should have been.
Blood flows freely from my soul.
As my body feeds the green.

This isn’t what our story was.
This cannot be how we lose.
Without you there is no me.
Your blade has now but one final use.

Live for your life my dove.
I was far too gone to pause.
One last wish upon a star.
That you find your lucky cause.

I promise your memory I’ll hold.
And cherish every day just the same.
And every time I see a star.
I’ll think of you and whisper your name.