you left me seeing stars, by Truly i. |
sudden tunes arise, roaring rigorously.so viciously,the moon is aligned with the rising of tides.depths of water reach new levels of breath.a self-luminouscelestial body, essential to myself. delveto ...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 07:41:00 PST |
tears on my king james version, by: Ms.Pheonix |
Its cry echoes thru me and though I appear to be utterly Depressed, I am. All of which was taken from me and ...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 07:33:00 PST |
Deliverance, by Yesika Starr |
pressed lips against mud caked glass tiny pupils blink one...two...three.. let us out. tiny hands scratch ...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 07:38:00 PST |
Poetry by The Yung General |
This Life Is A Test
This life is but a collection of choices
All of which bring consequences
Some we know and some we stumble across
All of them linked to the daily molding of our person...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Mon, 09 Oct 2006 10:42:00 PST |
t' to tha didah |
I& I feel solitude, but I am not alone. I am humble, but not by choice. Even when I have the answer; I am not right, but there is no wrong. Therefore, I comprehend that I do not know. Th...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 08:34:00 PST |
Poetry By Alan King |
two takes on the word i. in my brother's artwork, wired stick figures are glued to cardboard paper one of them is holding a bat while others surround a kneeling body they kick and stomp i ask Drew, wh...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:41:00 PST |
sariyah's song - by imani bilal |
life has pained her love has painted her a billion pictures with colors that do not exist bootleg Picassos interrupted art a heart that dances off.beat to a sickening tune and time throws up m...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 10:33:00 PST |
untitled - By Bruja |
Our eyes got in the wayof us seeing things for muchless than they really were.While ripped skinned lipswhispered nothing but a liewhen the truth wasn't necessaryat the moment. Our tonguescontrolled th...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 11:07:00 PST |
Tears on My King James Version-By Ms.Pheonix |
Tears on my King James Version.
Its cry echoes thru me and though I appear to be utterly
Depressed, I am.
All of which was taken from me and spread
throughout the earth is yours
So go find self
b...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 10:56:00 PST |
The Lasting Thought - By Legacy |
The Lasting Thought of True Freedom
When my body thrives and my mind is clear
Where I feel secure and neglect all fear.
What price is worth the feeling of self-assurance?
So sure of who you are, what ...
Posted by Crescent Moon Nights Open Mic - The Artist on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 08:36:00 PST |
