Dead Poets Society's Showcase

Jul 2010

D Conors

with no one to talk to
and
no plan as to where i should go,
i fall into a listless,
waking slumber
and
feel covered up in cold.

D. Conors
25 June 2010

Jul 2010

D Conors

lost rock

i am the saddest man on earth.
my rock is mud,
my life has lost its worth.

D. Conors
06 july 2010

Jul 2010

Michael R Bryant

You Only Loved Her First

You loved her first before I did
You touched her soul I know
You caressed her heart brought on her smile
You set her face aglow

You led her straight into my arms
My love for her can't end
So here I am, before You now
My heart is Yours to mend

Is she there with You, does she speak of me
Could I see her but one more time
Could I kiss her lips and touch her face
Can I hold her hand in mine

Is her smile still sweet, does her love still show
Did she send a kiss for me
Oh! if I could change the way things are
In my arms that's where she'd be

Are You really sure You need her now
Can't You see I need her more
I would trade my life to You for hers
As I've told You times before

For You took her long before her time
Such sadness I've never known
There is no one in all this world
Who could feel so all alone

She was my life, my heart, sweet love
Worth more than this world of things
I would ask You please, to let me know
When she gets her Angel's wings

Jul 2010

Anthony Moore

Mattress

Though covered in cigarette burns
And love stains this mattress is the only thing
That I can hollow out enough
To harbor all my shameful secrets
And instant regrets
As well as my dishonorable disgraces
Along with the faces
Of people from places
That I wish not to forget
But to never have known
If you sever the bones
That the muscles cling to
It all has to fall apart
Before it can scar
But as we all know now
Fallen angels don't fall very far
That must be why I seek sanctuary
Upon these rooftops
And ponder over these few thoughts
Like how hard you fought
And all the emotion that it brought
But now nameless and faceless
I am engulfed by the crowd
Trying to scream loud enough to be found
But my voice is drown in the sound
Of their laughs at the clown
So I kick off the shoes
And throw off the nose
Rip off the wig
And tear off the clothes
Like come and get it girl
I'm yours for the taking
But only if you can break me
And lately no one can do that safely
So hug me, kiss me, love me then miss me
But these whispers that I hear
And the sweet nothings in my ear
Better be sincere because I fear
That your name already became
Just another stain on my mattress
From another bad actress.

Anthony J. Alexander 2010

Jul 2010

Christopher Rossi

Dance of Dismay

There’s only one love for me
There’s only one love for me
There’s only one love for you?
Well, I heard you had two…
Shh!

It takes two to tango
But I got two left feet,
And I bet he sweeps you off yours.
Swept, but *****.

There was only one love for me
There was only one love for me
On my heart, I tend to choke.
I have abolished my soul
my mind my throat
onto this way the dance of dismay
You leave me here
disloyal
dismantled
*betrayed.

Jul 2010

D Conors

savage, heart

savage, heart
so hurt
and empty
blackened pools of
pain, not envy
given into sleepless nights,
and pain-filled days,
where nothing's real,
where nothing's right.

this is the way it is,
the way it seems to
be
now i peer into a
dusty mirror
seeing little left of me.

D. Conors
3 July 2010

Jun 2010

D Conors

On the streets

On the streets of heat and movement
lie the evidence of pain,
she walks, he talks, the children run
throughout the burning rain.

I can smell the smoke of lifelessness
along the living death,
we talk, they walk, the sirens wail
today may rob our breath.

In the rooms of waste and apathy,
sit silent the insane,
she writes, he writes, the samll hand ticks
the hours fast away...

D. Conors
c. 1985

Jun 2010

D Conors

do you see this?

it's a
tear-
drop
this time

you
can't have it,
it's
all mine

not
many left,
but you'll
be fine.

tear-
drop
all gone,
now dry...

d. conors
27 June 2010

Jun 2010

D Conors

it's easy

it's going to be
so easy to do what i have
got
to do
when i do
it
since knowing
that doing what
i am going'
to do
won't matter
to you

(or anyone else for very long, anyway)

which makes
it
easy
to do,

soon.

D. Conors
26 June 2010

Jun 2010

uncannysoup

UNDER DOWN

In the erie irony
of a cold, cold world
run by indifference itself
those who care the most
mopping after weak dripping toast
get burned by the absence
of a flame in their room
or a dog to lick their own sores
seek to keep fevers down
under down, under down, under down

Jun 2010

Julia Burden

Memories of Perceptions of Truth

I remember
(as though it were yesterday,
though it was far longer ago) -
He was clean shaven
with sparkling hazel eyes
and far more worldly than I.

He remembers
(when pressed)
I wore a skirt
that was just barely too short
and my legs shook from cold
as we talked.

I remember
(better on some days than others)
his love for alternative rock
and his fascination
with rebelling quietly
against social norms.
He liked to cook,
he told me -
The Anarchist Cookbook -
and laughed.

He remembers
(without hesitation)
the way my eyes
softened just before
our lips first touched
and how my hair
in the breeze
caught the fading sunlight.

I remember
(without fail)
the late night screams
in frustration of his
hatred of gender bias
and his inability to ever
not be brutally
honest.

He remembers
(with distinct pleasure)
the mid-day screams
of passion
and the feeling
of my skin against his;
my breath on his cheek.

I envy
the way he can
focus
on remembering
only the good;
albeit none of the
substance.

Jun 2010

John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo

Shard's

Let me teach you in the arts of deception
and the bitter way's of truth.

Speaking to the empty soul I knew
just the other day.
Cast outside the internal core we all can
never trust.

Liar ,*******,Worthless image that does appear as
my so called reflection.

Taught to hate and tolerated by fear.
Emptyness you've created a strange creature to
which ive chosen to erase.

No music plays in a films melodramatic score.
The credits wont run white over black.
As the theater crowd spills into the street.

I want to hurt only to know what it
is to once again feel.
No secrets in the souls darkest shadow
may I no longer conceal.

Broken souls shattred glass apon the
white sands.
Ive stared at the image.
Till I can no longer recall who I am.

The bitterness in pain shattred apon
the floor.
Only shards do remain.
Mixed with blood apon the floor.

Sometimes with the passing of years we grow numb
to all things we once held true.

May 2010

Emma Johnson

Homeless times 2 (2009)

So you know I wasn’t raised in the hood,
But in a beautiful place in Surrey enclosed by woods,
Had quite a nice childhood,
Until the age of ten, everything was all good.

It all changed when my Dad went away,
Couldn’t cope with my Mums Bipolar state,
When he left I have a photo memory of that day,
‘Promise you won’t get divorced, I want you to stay’.

Then that kid had to grow up quick,
When mum had an episode, breakdown psychotic.
Held the family together through all this ****.
Then lost the plot myself couldn’t handle it.

So I left home very young, let down by pen pushers.
Dumped in and out of care, social workers?
Isn’t it a wonder how I became an alcoholic toker,
Stress of my life turned me into a chain-smoking joker.

A year I slept in my bus stop,
Stealing food to survive from various shops,
Helped to sleep with prayers and alchopops,
Checked on by ‘Rosy cheeks’ the local cop.