Openmic Stories

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."

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 acciden...

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.

This is a poem surrounding cameras and moments in time.

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 cas...

A tender, honest and fierce portrayal of who I am as an artist. Some of this stuff was shared in my poetry club some stuff wasn't. Enjoy this??? And laugh too.

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"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...

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 a...

Thoughts on our longest journey- life

Blessed.

A poem about the night and day.

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 c...

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 nig...

2020 marked my return to writing rhymes after a 2 year hiatus It was a year full of ambition and a lot of preparation for projects that up until now I had no intention...

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

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

Sometimes our reflection is what we all need to reveal our true selves. Enjoy.

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?