Open Mic (Round 2) - 2nd Performance Piece

Bad Dream

You're like a bad dream
With monsters, volcanic eruptions, vampires, aliens
And skin-tight Parasuco jeans

The closest you'd ever get to being
Tony Soprano is through
Facebook's Mafia Wars
With caprices on 22's
And tinted windows
Perhaps that's why my vision was blurred

When I stepped out
I landed in an Audi
This fine man standing next to me
It's almost like walking inside Tiffany's
Amidst all the diamond rings and things
I'm empowered by a particular feeling

I feel worthy and beautiful
All of my senses fulfilled
Now I'm in BCBG & Gladiator heels
He's making pivotal moves & doing things
you never could
He is my home, my solitude

Aaahhh, it's nice to finally wake up from a bad dream

Open Mic (Round 2) - 1st Performance Piece

Cheatin' Mess

The audacity of you and your mess
Leaving my walls tainted
And sheets perplexed

Would it kill you
To use your brain for once?
The one most visible
To all of us

See, I know how familiar you are
with deception
It's mind-boggling, disgusting, & disturbing
How you work such long hours
To dissuade my "preconceived notion"

Pleasurable to many
But true to none

The audacity of you and your mess
I smartened up and left
My walls, sheets, and mind wrecked

Now I'm renewed and cleansed....