I was in a queasy state all day
The clock was ticking in a digital way
The minutes crawled through swamp filled hours
While the seconds stung like sleeting showers

Eating supper seemed to make it worse
But I needed strength to overcome the curse
The one that's always held me back
Fear whispered of the confidence I lack

The time drew near, my hand reached the door
My feet stepped in on to the hallowed floor
My eyes explored the atmosphere
My ears listened for sounds I came to hear

I knew this time I would not back down
These imprisoned words would release their sound
As those before me with unchained hearts
Exposed their passion beyond naked parts

Would I look as smooth or sound as cool
As the dark knights whose lessons teach this school?
If I pass the test am I let in?
Now the time has come, let the rhymes begin

A virgin poet took to the stage
Reading words into climactic verbal rage
Who cares if I failed or made the grade?
The poem's been read, I'm finally laid!

02/25/2003

Author's Note: Written after finally going to an open mic and reading my poetry in front of live human beings, and also other poets, HA! If you have never read out at an open mic, you must! You absolutely must! If you think it's great to get feedback here, and it is, you should go up on stage and see how it feels to release your poems on a crowd of people, most of whom are poets that have been through the process of losing their virgin status in the same way. It's a rush to get it over with, followed by another rush when the applause hits you. You'll be smiling even if you just read the most depressing poem you ever wrote! Do it, just do it! JJ

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Posted on 09/14/2005
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