Efrain's Poetry Slam

1st place: Andrea A.
Andrea was very daring in her selection of poetic themes.

Good and evil

Good is relative
evil is too
for the good people crime is horrible
For evil people crime is good, even fun
even though we have a little bit of both within ourselves
we don't want to accept it
because we are ashamed of our true selves
everything is balanced
yin and yang
Good and evil
people's opinions
people's thoughts
good and evil depends on us


Fire, water, earth, air

The four elements of nature
guiding our destiny
Fire is light
even if it destroys things
It shows the way In our darkness day
Water, the healer
with It's power balances the fire
Feeds the body
Earth, the base of everything
It shows us the path to our destiny
Air, life inside us
leading our way and giving us life.


2nd place: Andrea R.
Andrea's second poem is about a real experience that she had. It has some really unique poetic lines.

the first try

like a poem i once read
i found myself between two roads
but now i have a different theme
my theme is about love

i decided to choose a way
thought i had chosen the best
but soon i looked back
and believed i'd made a mistake
because i chose with my head
and not the feelings in my heart!

i felt trapped
with my strings attached
and i stared
at what was named love...
was like a plastic flower
beautiful, eternal
and so fake!

i looked back again
and took a second chance
to go and follow my heart
or at least that i thought
and when everybody was telling me to go right
i decided to go left
it was such a long travel
and i travelled it alone
and what seemed so far away
soon it was next
but not feeling like the best
because i started to miss the right...
and i thought
what's wrong?
i got what i've desired all this time
but suddenly the light
from the candle went out...

maybe it was that i couldn't have it
what made me feel like i really want it
or maybe that i was too tired
i swam against the current
i gave everything to win
and i did...but enjoy it...
i just couldn't!


deep inside

White face, the panic i felt...
nothing seems to be like it was then
and i wonder if i make sense
a life gone in a second!

i looked at him
nothing else i could think
than the sadness that would be...
and her sadness, what she'd feel?
thought my arms were moving
in my head i fell asleep
screaming without scream
i couldn't be wishing more
what i had never asked before
just for someone to be there
but the whole world was just
too far away!

soon he was gone, going under
with my life, and i
felt the waves pushing me
like water mountains
crashing all over me
the sand was close
the salt steeped my windows to the world
trying desperately to go out
blows out my thoughts
like a horrible dream
but i knew it was true...

i kept thinking...
and i kept swimming...
i lift my head
my eyelids opened
saw this lovely silhouette
i felt the most beautiful sensation
my body was ever filled with...hope!
like i had seen an angel face
in the sand my foot trod loudly
and my body i could raise
but even then
i wasn't aware...
my hand shaking in the air
pointed there
and from my mouth, to them
just one thing came out
hurry, he might be dead
and that was it

White face, the panic i felt...
everything seems different from then
and i know it makes sense
that his life didn't end!


3rd place: Carla
Carla liberally uses potent metaphors in her first poem. Also of note is her description of love.

My Sisters

My sisters, ohh...I love them.
They are my essential
thing to be alive.
They are wonderful like the sunset,
and the shine of the sun..
each day is only.

My sisters are part of my life
life to life...
like the doctor gives to someone sick
But not all is perfect...

We are like the rainbows in the sky,
each color is different, but together,
looks amazing.
We are like the plants and ground,
one supports the other.
Free like butterflies, but scared
like babies.

It's just...love
Love like air,
it really exists,
but you can't touch it or hold it in your hand
or the ocean you don't
know where the end is
or how deep it is

I know it's real
but I don't know
how to describe it.


I'm dying

I pray for your kisses
For your ungrateful smile,
for your beauty caress
you are my happiness

I pray that you never fail me
that you never go far
and that you never forget
that I am who loves you.

I am who is waiting for you,
I am who cries for you,
I am who thinks on you minutes and hours.

I want to kiss you
and sleep in your lips.
I want to say to you
that is wrong, is really wrong


Lia's Poetry Slam

1st place: Rafael
Rafael provides us with a pair of linked poems.

The worst day of the week

It's monday morning
I'm in my bed
I feel so comfortable
So protected, suddenly
I hear a noise far away
but in my mind I know
that noise is not so far
It's near my ded and it's the alarm
To remind me that it is time to wake

I was so happy and now so sad
and I don't know why
I want to stay in my bed but
I know I can't
I start to pray and ask God
please let this be a good day.


The best day of the week

It's four o'clock. It's Friday
I left my job just minutes ago
I'm in my car in a big traffic jam
but I don't care because I know
Thank God it's Friday now

All the worries, All the concerns are gone
It's like I left them at work
I know I will take them back
Next monday but right now that is not a problem

One more thing I have to do
To start enjoying this day and the next two
one quick stop at CEVAZ is needed
and after that I'm free at last.

2nd place: Jackeline
Jackeline's second poem seems as if it was written to me personally, to guide me during my time here in Venezuela.

Brother!

When I felt lonely you were always there,
a person with whom everything I could share.
My inspiration, my idol, my pride,
the first one to cheer me up when I am low.
In a stranded lan, stormy and cold,
it's you whose wing I could always hold.
You are the one who was always by my side,
the person in whom everything I could confide.
I miss you for each small thing.
Parting from you was what I dreaded the most,
away from you I felt as if you are lost.
I'll cherish the moments of growing up with you,
now words can describe how much I LOVE YOU.


It's finally our time to say goodbye!

I'm sad, but happy more than anything for you.
Happy that your new life is starting.
Happy that your will guides you
anywhere your heart desires.
And hopefully, your heart will guide you back to me, eventually.
I hope your time away gives you everything you need
wanted, and hoped for.
Just know this, anything you want is possible,
if you know and believe it, you can achieve it.
Now, as for you and me,
our unconditional love for one another will progress
and continue to grow on this long promising journey.

3rd place: Maria Alejandra

Untitled

You can't imagine how much I enjoy
the moment when I look in your eyes.
I don't know it's a dream
but I know that you are always in a special place
so I can touch you
I can even kiss you
and I can love you forever


Maria Alejandra's second poem borrowed heavily from the work of Robert Fulghum.

Dennys' Poetry Slam 1

1st Place: Jennifer
Look at the first verse of her second poem. It is actual poetry.

Life's Essence

The essense begins from the
emptiness of our souls to
a perfect place to be, where
passions and wishes are fighting
against the weather that covers us
day after day.

The essense is inside of an ocean of
unreal peace, the essense comes
from the absolute plainness where
wealth is only an improvised dream.

An unwritten open book which can't
be read, it must be written by whom
tells martyrs the truth belongs to
itself, making an authentic tale
without restrictions or sins.

Desires of living and having a
horizon where light and darkness
hold hands and walk together
on a one way road, where the
reflecdtion of love and passion
become a fruit, the same that
calms our needs of knowing that we
are needed.


Dark Potion

Active verb of my long hours, divine
sun of my darkness days, kiss me in
the mouth with your charm breath

Night dreams shouldn't come up,
only day dreams are invited, they
belong to my soul...they belong to
my
heart...they belong to my life

Make me strong in my weakness,
keep me high, I don't want to fall
down in a dark hollow, I need to
survive otherwise a harshness life
would bite my dreams

You must be as black as coal;
as hot as the sun; as pure as an
angel and as soft as love.


2nd Place: Luis
Luis' second poem is quite moving. It contains some good images and has a strong conclusion.

My Slam Poetry

"Are we who we say we are?"
With the wet tissue the make-up coae off first
The elementary mistakes appeared in bad moments
The immediate conclusions followed straight after
Always the words "Please God"

Who do you want to be everyday?
When do you look at yourself?
Do you see the person I say I was?
Or do you see the person you think I was?

I prefer to build my face
Build my body, build my soul here and now
My God heard my heart
My heart pounds and the rhythm I hear

This is simple, a life
It's a kind of way
Maybe a color, maybe a tree
probably you, maybe me


Air

People born one day
Other people killed these days
The cities are dangerous, are dirty
You could be one of them

I don't want to perturb my mind
But the air is in a bad mood
I feel like flying today
I was born for this, I'm living

For a few moments you were important
For your family you're living
You're knowing, you have been thinking
And now, where are you Dad?

I just want your hand on my shoulders
I close my eyes, you dissapear
It's true, you have gone
But I got you on my soul.


3rd Place: Jesus
This is a wonderful poem about being single.

Solitude

I've always been asking
Who are you?
What's your name?

It's Christmas Eve -Good night-
I've put on the table
some cookies and milk
Maybe you will come Sta. Claus.
And you? You will not come here.

Anxiously I ask: My woman, my lover, my life,
my sweetheart, Where are you?

The days have been passing
Where are you?
My question is always the same.

It's New Year's Eve It's twelve o'clock
I raise my solitary glass, celebrating
in a no-people-party
I hug the emptiness.
Why? because I'm alone.

Woman, my rib, my partner, my girlfriend,
Where are you?


Still waiting on his second poem.


Dennys' Poetry Slam 2

1st place: Luis

Still waiting on his poems.


2nd place: Sula

Still waiting on her poems.


3rd place: Patricia

Still waiting on her poems.


Jan's Poetry Slam

1st place: Marina
Marina's poems required basically no editing on my part. Her grammar is perfect and her word choice is brilliant. I think she used some sort of online slang dictionary. This really is her work, and it is funny, poignant, and impressive.

My Rainbow Mc Dreamy

When you find someone who you think will be yours,
It's hard to see all the signs ready to prove you wrong.
That happened to me what seems like centuries ago,
I met a guy who made me feel warm and not alone.

But the signs were there, very loud and clear,
I'll teel you about them now, so sit back and hear.

He was a HUGE N'sync and Savage Garden fan
But I didn't pay attention to that.
He used to dress pretty fly
His clothers were usually better than mine.
When he asked me to be his fiance
I don't know why I didn't run away.

The worst thing is, and I'm sure you've already guessed
My Mc Dreamy guy... He was actually gay.
But I realized that fact
Three years after that.


The day that I should have stayed in bed

That lousy day, I wanted to stay in bed
But I didn't, responsibility won the face
And so I gathered my things and left.
On my way, I found this huge traffic jam
Silly me, I thought it wouldn't last.

I started to think about what the holdup could mean
An accident, a crash, an idiot with no gas?
Time slipping away, my patience wearing thin
I discovered the reason for the whole nasty thing

There they were, some huge speed bumps
The kind that can make your transmission fall off
My knuckles turned white, gripping the steering wheel,
Wishing I wash choking whoever thought of this
But I rushed on, and got to CEVAZ,
Just to get stuck with a Poetry Slam Class!


2nd place: Pedro
In these poems, Pedro paints for us images of himself and of the world around him. His skill is in description.

Childhood and Teenage

When you are a kid all is happiness
Play with cars, toys, with your neighbors
And other things.

All is good, like being in heaven, the sunny days
Are the best, playing baseball with your friends,
Is an innocent age where you are dreamer boy.

School is the best with your friends,
The weekends in the club are exciting it doesn't
Matter anything for you becasue you are playing
And you don't want it to end.

With the years, things change
Now you are a teenager you see the world
In a different way.

The toys don't exist for you now. You think
That you are a big boy, all changes.

Now you think on having fun with girls, go to parties
Drink some beers and have a nice time with your friends
Talking about the most beautiful girl who is in the party
You are.

You grow up now you are a teenager
Enjoy this age all you can.


Under a bridge

Day a day poor people live
In the street, they haven't a place to
Sleep, so they sleep under a bridge
Where they don't know if they are going
To survive.

Every day they are hungriest
Food is like a miracle, they look
In the junk for it, and bad luck if
They don't find anything.

That's how these people live, wondering
What they are going to eat if they
Don't have any money.


3rd place: Daniela
In my view, the way to judge the potential of a beginning to poet is to search her works for unique and beautiful poetic lines. Daniela's poems abound with this sort of promise.

Herself.

Between all these hearts she feels alone
Her beating slows
She hasn't given her life to dream
She is afraid, and she is lost
She doesn't trust, she doesn't care
But she feels good...Knowing that happiness is fleeting
And sadness endless
She decided not to take the risk
Only feeling that she doesn't feel.

Having wings she never flies
Having tears she never cries
She cannot escape from herself
Always screaming but never enough to be heard
Something is taking her breath away
But she always asks the same
Do the bad moments make the good moments better?
Or, do the good moments make the bad ones more painful?
With no answer, she takes a step back...

She is fighting so hard unlike any other can
Giving up once again
She'll win whenshe realized who her opponent is
Herself...
How did she stop believing?
How did she stop living?
I just need her to be happy to come back
Come back to a wonderful world where I play
Where I really live...To cross the line between the present and the past
And let the future be what I want...
It is not normal to look at her eyes, the same eyes I look at in the mirror
In this time they don't reflect a soul...they don't reflect my true love...
Once again, I need her to be happy...I don't want me to become a ghost

And I'm the only one whoe can take her away from there...
Because I'm herself when she was a little girl
I'm herself as a child


Shiny night

I lay on the ground and look up at the purple sky
Such a beautiful shiny night
I hear all the birds singing my melody, dancing my rhythm
Music of love that plays for us
When I take your hand I climb
And there's nothing beneath my feet anymore
It's like flying but knowing that you will never fall
When I stopped believing you created this truth
Truth that made me stronger
Truth that made me what I am today
And if I am dreaming, please, don't shake me
And if this is real, please, never let me sleep

But, just in case
If this were a lie, please let me live that blind
Only seeing though the beat of my heart
Just keep pretening, you do it so right
Just keep lying to me
Because that really makes me believe in something more than a painful truth
Truth that became a lie when I see your eyes
Truth that kills me when you're not around
But then a little voice in me makes this bad feeling disappear
A little and sweet voice, that I think is yours.
Promise that it won't end...

Tears are running down my face now
But take it easy honey
These are not tears of sadness
And if they touch the ground, I know
One by one they will feed a seed
A seed that with the sun's love,
Soon will become a red rose

And I look up at the purple sky
Even that snooting star envies my life
Such a beautiful shiny night...

Adolfo's Poetry Slam

1st place: Mariana

Poem for life

When arriving the spring
the sun changes its shades
and it is that the night is
night is that the afternoon is early
and it is that the breeze of the sea gives more
shine to the waves.

fall the leaves of the trees
and it seems that they died
but impossible is not death, it is life
because they return, other leaves to cover the same tree
it is life that is reflected
in the song of the birds, in the noise of the breeze
in the gleams of the sun,
but mainly in the soul
because it is the moment of loving.

To love to nature, to love to the sweet thing and the bitter thing
that in essence it is not another
saw that to love and to live
because to love is to live.


The freedom

It is something so special, only and unconditional
Nobody has imperium to attempt to kill it, it is that
death doesn't exist when of her one must speak
there is no difference of classes when
we must look for it

It is that the big ones, the boys
without cultural distinction
when it comes, danger
elbow to elbow, must fight
because it is that to live without her is as dying
each instant without stopping

All that there is here has been said
it is very little really and
it is that she is very big
and she calls herself "Freedom"


2nd place: Carlos

Still waiting on his poems


3rd place: Monica

A different world

A special world for you and me
A special bond one can not see
It wraps us up in it's cocoon
And holds us in it's womb.

Our fingers spread like we are one soul
taking us to another world
Bonds like this are meant to last

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
to bud us closer and keep us strong
in a special world where we belong


I still haven't recieved her second poem.

LUZ Poetry Slam

Here is a Poetry Slam that I presided over with an English Literature class at the University of Zulia (LUZ). These poems were produced by students earning their Licensure in Modern Languages and they are all at least trilingual.

1st place: Luisanna

Untitled

Yesterday at night
I was thinking of something to write
But nothing was coming to my head
Nothing good for me to explain

Somebody asked me: Who told you
to do this?
I said: A guy in the
University
He comes from the USA
I think Baltimore is his place

Write about a feeling
It is a good topic
But I was not in the mood
for something too corny

What about love, my sister said
I'm not in love, what a shame!
Could be about nature
that's really inspiring
Could be about you
Can you imagine?

Don't want to be corny, Don't want to be deep
I'll just write about something
I don't know what it is.


Untitled

Look where we are
We are quite the same
Remember what we've been through
And we, still in good shape

We shared so many things
Nowadays you don't remember me
We were together for a long time
And not one of you still by my side

We were friends
or maybe not
We were not friends
but neither foes

We are still with our lives
Wondering why
the space and time
have put us apart

No matter what we are
No matter where we are
It's over, our friendship
has come and passed.


2nd place: Laura

Untitled

It's a disaster to register here
I mean,
it's fair for us to wake up at 3?
to do a stupid line?
And if it is,
Why you the idiot at the door
Let that guy pass
I've been here for a long time
And I've seen how things get really bad
Whew that guy
That arrived at 9
Passes and blows away my chance
I just want a simple chance
To get in there
and get my subjects done at last.
I'm really mad about this
But what can a LUZ student do
But die here.
So, what I'm saying is
Improve once and for all this process
And let students Be.
Because whether you want it or not
One miraculous day
We will be finally out of here


Exposed

Oh. What a terrible mistake!
We left the comdom wrapper over there
Now, yes. Charity and Mrs. Chastity
want us to talk to them.
For how long has this been going on?
Mrs. Chastity, your mother said.
For three months now Mom
I must say.
What a terrible day that was.
When our parents saw us.
Becoming horrible creatures
and stop being their child.

3rd place: Arturo

Last minute deception

It's so comfortable I don't mind the dirt.
for the first time I want someone walking on my bed,
someone besides her.
someone who'd tell me the truth,
someone who would argue with me,
someone whose eyes don't sweat
It feels like she's unworthy of this,
but what the hell? I couldn't have chosen her
or the other way around,
but I certainly know
that if I could live this again
I wouldn't have picked someone like her, so patronizing
but I won't live this again
and before I go away for good
I'll tell her there's nobody to blame
knowing that my words she will omit
and that a crime she will commit
I regret it was with her,
but what the hell? I won't live this again


Lama Sabachthani

You! you revolutionary sword-using pacifist,
the controversial turning point made flesh,
you mockery-victim martyr.
You fencilitilamine-producing being
who understood the submissive, the masochist,
the sadist, and the narcissist,
even when you did not share their adrenaline erection
while they watched you lacerated and humble.

We! we mentally-challenged ignorants!
we did not hesitate while you loved us with your broken smile
the forgiving costume we tried to erase by reddening your visage

And then the arrival, the predictable morbid scene,
more like a one-pose photo session,
a boast-deserving view,

And then. there's the pain,
the need from your veins
And our wound-producing lack of understanding
that made even you, the stoic, squirm.

But it was the hesitation whisper
coming from your broken mouth
the one who caused the delayed satire,
the saming discovery of your nature,
your partial humanity.

Joan's poetry slam.

1st place: Carlos

Untitled (Farting)

If I were a noble gas
I could fly everywhere.
I will be in your face
I could se your face smelling
the sweet scent of my gases
dancing and traveling
In a big world of sensations
sensations that can make you angry
and maybe makes me happy
happy because I am sharing something
created from me. from the bottom of
my soul


Untitled

I see me in the mirror and
make myself the question
If I were a woman

I'm sure I will be ugly

but I don't care my mother
loves me, I guess

Maybe I will die without pleasure
and I said
I'm not worthy to be rejected

In the bottom of me, I'm still pretty

Anybody who knows me, knows that
It's my problem

And I don't care I will be
where ever I want

2nd place: Francisco

Untitled

I fell in love with a woman
and I thought that she was impossible for me
she got crazy, all my friends including myself
over the years she became my friend
a very difficult time to my heart
at the last year in high school
I decided to flirt with her
became her*
it wasn't easy
at the first moment she didn't believe me...
but with time
she gave me the opportunity
to prove all my love
and now
i think that I will do it


Untitled

I had a fight with my sister
I don't remember what about
and one thing led to another
And we fell out suddenly
the start of it was soft
the end of it was strong
She said she was right
I knew she was wrong

We Hated one another
the afternoon turned gray
then suddenly my sister
Thumped me on my back
And said "oh come on"
We can't do this all afternoon
I was wrong
So she was right


3rd place: Argenis

Still waiting for his poems.



Here is Ema's poetry slam. This was one of the best slams that I have ever presided over here at CEVAZ. Competition was fierce, but these three students emerged on top.


1st place: Ernesto

Needle-chairs

I am alone
sitting in a needle-chair.
seeing all the world.
and I am blind.

there was a woman.
walking without clothes
she didn't have legs.
she didn't have a road

Sleeping in a corner
It was a boy, who had been kidnapped
He is only a body
He didn't have dreams any more.

A man yelled out with desperation
He didn't have feelings
He told his Heart in his hand
He is a man without love.

I am alone
sitting in a needle-chair
seeing all the world
and I am blind.

I have legs.
I have dreams.
I have feelings
and I continue to complain

Now I see everything
I just have to take my legs
walk to the road of my dreams
following my feelings.

I am just a man.
living in a rich world
we don't have legs.
we don't have dreams.
we don't have feelings.
but we have our souls full of hope.


Red Oceans

Living in a nameless place
Watching all the brutal life
eating your sould
everyday, everyweek, everysecond.

Feeling the cold
Feeling the loneliness
I walk across it
over roads full of bodies from the past
I have Red Oceans in my eyes.

I can't wait to be outside
In the fantasy life
watching plastic-souls
Listening, the friction
of the green paper with the plastic
in their pockets

Now I am mute.
I am blind.
I have to focus
Now I work for the big man.

Outside there is no light
I have to be back
I have to hurry up
Everybody is waiting for me

I see the devil.
doing his thing.
there was a woman.
and a child too.

I can't do anything
they are waiting for me.

Now, finally, I am safe
but worried
I have a future
and they too
And I still can't
do anything


2nd place: Jennifer

Sleeping Alone!

I used to sleep with my
sister, but she got married 2 years
ago, I'm getting used to sleeping
alone. I think sleeping alone is
like when someone that you love
very much suddenly dies. You feel
empty in your heart, you're
sleeping alone. When you go to
a party and nobody asks you
let's dance or you don't like
the music that you're hearing
You are sleeping alone.
I've learned that when you
sleep alone you are in a crowded
place, but nobody wants to
talk to you, you are a ghost,
you don't exist for them.
When you break up with your
boyfriend and you feel that
the bedroom is bigger than the
house. the bed is a lake
where you swim and swim and
you never find nothing.
My sister's lost in this lake
and I am always looking; I'll
never give up.


To Cry!

It's raining and the sky is sad his face looks very worried
The stars want to help him but they are cleaning the mess that the moon left
I like to feel when the rain is touching me; because my clothes are dirty and the rain is washing them. I think when you appreciate the rain you will learn about your tears because they are cleaning your soul


3rd place: Nexibet

Kisses (After 'Besos' by Ariel Rot)

Dangerous, twisted and sharp kisses;
Generous, pure and wild kisses;
Elegant kisses, perfumed kisses,
Kisses for a pillow when there isn't anybody by my side.

Vertiginous kisses, not too much
Extremely poisonous, sweat and bitter kisses, not too long.
Arrogant kisses, uncontrolled kisses,
Kisses for compliment, steamy kisses,
Cheap kisses, the kisses' cost of the market;
Kisses that cost not matter how much.

Kisses that are a gift,
Kisses badly understood,
Kisses badly interpreted,
Kisses in the burned rooms on subdued bodies.
Kisses of rough emotions,
Postponed and suppressed kisses,
Sincere kisses, Judas' kisses

Determined kisses condemned for the science,
Kisses that disturb the conscience,
Kisses with insomnia, gaunt kisses
Kisses that we gave ourselves
Between glories and sinned;
Kisses of lie, Kisses ignored
Along with all these kisses that
We still have not proved


House As Good Place

It's the only place
Where you can only use my rules
I can do whatever I want,
I never ask for what can I do there.
I have in there everything I want,
I enjoy everything I got,
I always want to be there.

It's my safer place; it's my pleasure place,
It's my study place; it's my amusement place
If you want to enter
You need to show me, if you
can follow all my rules.

A remarkable round of poems

Here are the top three from Lia's class.

1st place: Anakarina

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1. A lot of cold in this place,
I feel like ice.
A lot of people around me,
thinking about what to write.
A lot of new faces,
that I see before
A lot of ideas are crossing my mind
and I can't stop

2. Everybody has a history,
has a life, has something to share
or maybe not.
I can see each person, and I could
imagine what they are thinking
I can see each person, looking for a
hope, looking for some history,
looking for a life or looking for
something to share.
I can see each person, looking for myself
I can see each person and "I thank God"
because I have a life and someone to
share it.


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Maybe I was wrong
and you were right,
maybe you had the true
and I had the lie
maybe you were "in"
and I was "out"

You can't believe how hard it was,
how far I walked,
how long it taked,
You can't believe how near we were,
and how blind I was

And now we are again,
I see you and say
"this is how I am,
with my sunny and my days,
with my love and my hale
with my body, my mind and my
heart"
You say "I need more"
And I say "That's all I have"

It's the second time,
that you see me like ice,
but it's the first time
that I say "Good Bye"

I don't know where I'm going,
but I'm going far from here,
so I'll just take what's mine
and I hope you feel alone

Now, I, walking out the door,
and you say "please don't go"
But it's too late
and you don't wanna see the
other side of me


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I did not know that you were here, I thought that you were gone, you are the only friend that I have, the only one who accepts me such as I am, the only one that does not see my defects, the only one that knows my secrets, the only one that has seen me cry inwards, the one that shares with me my joys and my sadness

You are so faithful and comprehensive that today after much time, today, you are listening to me and you offer me your shoulder to flow on you all the feelings that oppress my soul...

I wish with vehemence that my triumphs are enjoyed by the people who are around me, that my efforts are symbols of fight and certainty, that my life has no reproaches or limitations

I want to be a bird that surrounds the space freely and when returning to the Earth, I could find a cage warm that wants to share with me the experiences of the day and the night

My friend mirro when I see you, I realize that you are have been alone like me, you are bordered of abandonment, your face is covered with dust, your back has spider web, and your feet are waiting to leave, to walk to other courses, where the union of the family reigns, where the happiness surrounds your space and where you can share your things with someone who needs you

Oh my friend mirror, thanks for being with me...


2nd place: Edward

The reason of my life

When you were born everybody wanted to be with you, caring for you, loving you, hugging you. But you did not know who they were, what they were doing. Those were the meaning that you were looking to find an answer. You lived like a parrot; you tried to repeat all that people said and did. When you grew, you still were the poppet of your parents. Your thoughts were not yours, they were theirs. Your life was under control; your actions were under control. Did anybody help you to find an answer? Yes, there was someone in this world that could help you. But, how could you unfold that person? Nodody knows the answer. The answer is inside of you. The answer is the reason of your life. The answer is the action that you keep doing all the time. The answer is not your head; you can not find it there. The answer is in your heart; you live by your heart; you love by your heart; your have your feelings in your heart. Your head is empty; you can control your head, you put it all the things you want for your life. But I can not put it all my love, all my memories. Because they belong to you; as much as to you as to me. Since the moment that I met you. Since the moment that I have been loving you. Since the moment that I have decided to be with you the rest of my life. You are the mirror of my life. You are my own life.


The eternal darkness

In the middle of a small valley, surrounded by darkness and mysteries. Where there were blackened trees and mountains. I am dreaming beside a dark corner, or not. My life was stolen, my wishes were not completed. I felt the presense of evil behind my back. I did know know what I was doing. I could not see my own hands. My mind was blank and I could not get my memories from it. Then a raven arrived at my window, I just saw its silhouette. My life became a shadow. What could I do to leave my past? What did I do? There is someone manipulating my life. Who is my guide? Why did all the things I loved disappear? Why could I not remember my thoughts, I was not not vlind and dumb but now I am. I lost all my senses, the sense of my life was dead and the evil appeared in the world after my death. The Vatican did not want to answer my prayers. My soul is had by another one. My spirit is crying for life. Who took the traces of my life? The presense of a Dark Angel is near. The fear was propagated. Everybody feels in his own meat my vengeance. Anybody cannot stop me. Anybody cannot control me. Everybody has to die by me. The black swan spread dread in all the Earth. You will see deaths anywhere in anytime. My mission was completed. My time has come and gone with my spirit. The deaths were by one black mind, the same mind with which you destroyed me, feeding jealousy and envy.


3rd place: Mariana

Friends

A friend is someone we turn to

When our spirits need a lift

A friend is someone we treasure

For our friendship is a gift

A friend is someone who fills our lives

With the beauty, joy and grace

And makes the whole world we live in

A better and happier place

Angels

I believe in angels

The kind that heaven sends

I am surrounded by angels

But I call them friends

Standing by

All the way

Here to help you through your day

Holding you up

When you are weak

Helping you find what it is you seek

I believe in angels

The kind that heaven sends

And no one can tell me

That is just fake

The First Slam on the site!

These are the poems of the top three winners of the Poetry Slam in Augusto's Level 15 conversation class.

1st place: Ixara

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For me, the place could be empty
even though I hear a lot of noise
I can't touch anything
Everybody around's got something to do
Seems to me, now
I don't have a lot to do
Strength is gone to somewhere
I'm into it in this very moment
guess I should go soon
A problem is in my way back
Would somebody miss me?
I'm not quite sure
listen to my name in the distance
is somebody really calling me?
or is it in my crazy imagination?


My future

Indecision, It is all over me, here and there
Where will I be in ten years?
Any human knows
Only God knows it
the moon could've told me, you know?
but she didn't want to
The only reason I found is that
she is jealous about my future
One night, at midnight
Someone, without any despair
put a gun against my head
pulled the trigger and ran away
That was the end of my future
I guess the moon wasn't that jealous
Freedom is mine at last


2nd place: Paola

Paola did not write her poems. They came from the web site http://www.shahriari.com/poems/2hum/h2.htm. They are called "Legs" and "Hairy Back."


3rd place: Thairis Vera

Nightmare

Has no one told you I'm not breathing?
Hello! I'm living a nightmare!
If I smile and don't believe this
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream...

I try to find myself but you find me everywhere I go.
I'm not your victim, I'm tired of being here.
Don't you see I'm about to die?
But you don't care about it...
You only use me and then leave me.

I'm so broken inside, everything is so cold...
Rain clouds are always over me.

This is a nightmare, and I just can't wake up.
But suddenly I know I'm not sleeping...
And all I know is that you are my nightmare!
You are my Life!


Thairis' second poem was taken off of the internet, so I will not publish it here, but it is called 'Soles' and is by Jessica Maren Spenny.