Openmic Stories

(by @SapphireSpeaks) She said, "Speak now or stay silent forever." So I stepped up to the mic- voice shaking, soul leaking, and told the truth anyway. These ain't just poems. These are survival spells. Confessions with cracked teeth. Love letters written in the dark. Pain turned into power. Faith that limps, but still walks. If you've ever wanted to scream but only had ink, this is for you. Snap if it hits. Stay if it heals.

All Herman wanted was to live in his castle alone, but when health and safety laws force him out he is forced to live a life of stand-up comedy in the town below his castle. Possessing no skill whatsoever in the art of comedy, he runs from bar to nightclub to bar again. That is, till a seedy little poetry club takes him in for his “raw” talent behind the mic and deep back story filled with emotional turmoil. To get through his dark spot in life he relies on a bar waitress who is hopelessly in-love and a compassionate historical society member. Herman is also being violently attacked by the local Church Choir for allegations of witchcraft and sorcery.

What is a summary??? (I have no idea what I'm doing so if you read this and come up with a good summary... feel free to send it my way :) It is just another open mic night at Voltron Cafe. But for a blue-eyed boy and a long-haired boy - the night turns out to be one to remember.

Thoughts on our longest journey- life

100-word flash nonfiction celebrating the book reading of In the Nude by Logan February at Ouida House.

From being battling epilepsy to being bullied in high school to a party girl. Welcome to my world of many complex obstacles in life. I am a recovered epileptic, codependent and much more. I am a life coach, and Podcaster now who shares her story and her journey in hopes to inspire anyone who can relate or feels alone. You can find my work in the links below https://www.instagram.com/coach_with_jenna_?igsh=OGVrMGFrZW4yMzRm https://open.spotify.com/show/0RReSsKRvdDHGM4d2RWAbe?si=Vi-25ZCuQgSfzPBG_fvnpw

She wrote him 52 poems. He wrote her a letter. -- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. © Fallen Sermo 2021 All rights reserved.

I'm a poet and I write words

wrote this dec 31st......first poem I read aloud ever for open mic in a public space, 01/23/17 at the buttonwood tree :)

This is a poem about how college can rob you of your culture.

Prequel: Origami Odd Octavia Carter Elliot, AKA Rain, has been seeing Ellis her therapist for a while now. It started after her older brother Scott died in a car accident. Since then her life has taken a hard turn for the worst. After her therapist suggested she try using a pen name to write to her Ex, River Caldwell, he ended up finding out who she really was, and now she back in the state she was beforehand. She has been drowning in her own little world since her twin sister and then her friend Jay’s death, but more than ever it seems she is lost to deep and downing in herself. Will she ever get out? Will she ever make amends with River? Can she stop herself from sinking on her own? This is the true Carter Elliot.

This is a poem surrounding cameras and moments in time.

Sara hoped her 16th birthday would be better than all of the others in the past. Little did she know, one wish could change everything.

Poetry, love, oneness, community, ying and yang

If you find a discarded pile of poems, like leaves withered from a tree, would you jump in it and cherish the crisp, or perhaps stomp your feet upon them and feel them crinkle and wrinkle? Or maybe you'll walk away, because you see dead foliage everywhere, it's autumn after all. Or would you take them in, trace them, paint over them and create art from a leaf that passed away in the process of the dance of seasons? So here you have the Poet-tree, a living representation of the inner feelings expressed by various people, and it changes the way your mind does, by the push of the seasons and the wind of evolution. The Poet-tree grows day by day, spouting leaves and branches, but dropping much of so. Full of words and phrases, emotions someone would never speak, and then you take a picture. Purely because a picture is worth a thousand words.

A poem about the night and day.

A young poet who can't find a voice for his poems looks to his friend for help. Can he find his voice, or has it been there all along?

his voice is smooth, clear, enchanting. his eyelids flutter as his own lyrics fill the room. "until then, this is just a text you'll never read."

"As if by some hellish deed he did as a child coming back to haunt him, Ryan's brain waits as his manager's words fully register in his mind finally, before turning on the freak out button. "You want me to do WHAT?!" (Inspired by this lovely moment below as captured by Tumblr user @rosewell-newton-vargas)