Jan 10

The draping curtain draws back
revealing a dimly lit set.
The cast scuffle backstage
in their daily quarrel.
I wish their din would cease.
The lights awaken,
Silhouettes of exasperated
hands come into view.

"A Comedy, it must be".
"Satire, surely, is what she needs".
"No, no, another Tragedy".
"Lets sing and dance; fill her with glee".

"Can we not do this again",
comes the voice of Reason.

Meanwhile, the protagonist;
She waits 'till the eleventh hour
to know of the script.

It's all an act, at the end of the day!

#confused   #theatre   #brain   #mind   #head   #play   #reason   #show   #conflicted  

The lights are dim,
Smoke is filling the room
He sits and watches this cowboy show
And I am writing this poem with wet hair.

Wow, I never thought I'd see jack from titanic in a cowboy hat.

#sad   #smoke   #grandpa   #tired   #show   #shower   #cowboy  

Love hard, my friends. Love noticeably.

Love does not deserve to be shoved under the rug, to be disguised, or to be quieted. Love does not mean conforming to the idea that genuine affection is “sappy,” “cheesy,” or “cringeworthy”; instead-- love loudly.

The world wants to tell you that relationships are to be silenced. That posting multiple photographs of each other is tacky, uncomfortable, and something to make fun of. That devoting time with your favorite human being is disgusting, overbearing-- especially when you are young and the future does not exist in your hands.

Too bad, future. And how unfortunate, world. Because at the end of the day, the world does not own love. You do. It is yours to have, to keep, to share, and to do whatever it takes to hold onto it. It is mine.

When you find love, shout it from the rooftops and frame a million photographs. Post selfies of the two of you smiling wide and unwavering. Wear its colors on your face and shamelessly declare it to the whole universe and beyond: You are in love. You are alive.
And likewise, this is my philosophy: Love intentionally, fiercely, tirelessly.

Love so hard it makes people dizzy. Take it as a compliment. In an exhausted world that spins with violence, hatred, and monstrosity-- praise its joys. Snap those pictures.Tell your friends. Scrapbook it, publish it, make art out of it. Laugh about it, display it, live it. Put an end to the grotesque concept that something so beautiful, perhaps life’s most magnificent, should be sheltered. Let it grow.

This is a declaration. I am boisterously in love. There is no quiet here.
One day, you will find someone or something that your heart will never be able to shut up about. And that’s okay. Let it scream.

#love   #dream   #poetry   #teenager   #social   #world   #loud   #slam   #show   #declaration  
Joshua Dougan
Joshua Dougan
Dec 28, 2016

At a comedy show where a man got stabbed.
It wasn't funny, herded like cattle and expected to dance.
In the throes of Vegas, we had grown so blatant.
Today wasn't the day, we would not be caged in.
At a comedy show where an old man had to be dad.
Nepotism opens the show in the form of a jam kind of band.
Cackled like he's 80, shackled to the 80's with a tan
A man with few fans but still a brand that was most hated; sans man.
"A comedy show where we laugh with our friends." A tag attracts to no end.
Take a chance on the awfully droll. A trance with no chance.
Happening during happenstance

His play of status is just subject to show of mirror
As he takes him the most innocent person around
So that clarity touches him and he should not blur
Man who touches sky is not even fit to be on ground

His character is as Satan has got his abode just in him
Seller of sisters and daughters portrays to be religious
Full of darkness carries candle light wavering and dim
In the world of devils he remains vicious and callous

Double death will take him to his eternal dirty abode
No song of honor or departure he deserves to be sung
Like a dog or bitch will die ordinary death on the road
Angels will drag to dirt for his dirty intentions ,tongue

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

#of   #mirror   #show  
Frank DeRose
Frank DeRose
Dec 23, 2016

Lean in a little closer, my love,
And let me tell you my plan.

I have a plan, oh yes.
Don't you worry, I've got a plan.

I've got a plan to love you today,
To eternity.

I've got a plan to be there for you,
To hold you, to cherish you as my own.

I've got a plan to spend my life with you,
Grow old with you,
Grow a family, too.

I've got a plan to keep you by my side,
Ever happy,
Ever mine.

I've got a plan to make plans;
I've got a plan to plan a plan that will show you my love more true
Than I could ever do.

And so I write this to you,
My poem,
Your psalm,
My plan.

#love   #poem   #plan   #show  
Miss Clofullia
Miss Clofullia
Nov 18, 2016

You're listening to random radio stations,
on your way home,
Thinking this could be
the soundtrack of your day to day life..

A little bit of Cohen
some Cigarettes after sex
would easily do the trick.

You're just another unknown genius,
waiting to be discovered - an original copy of the "real deal".

Your parents must be very proud!
You have that look.. you know what I mean?
THAT look.

The ones surrounding you are nothing more than
Extras in your daily 7 o'clock show,
filmed in front of a live audience.

Your big break is just around the corner,
hiding in some bushes
and you must really feel smart right now,
with your old and wise attitude,
thinking 'bout the world and
all that jizz,
having the impression that you changed
something in this world,
on your way back from work..
something else than this rusty game
of useless words,
that the rest of the world doesn't really care about.
Your one man show is about to be moved in the better slot
and you'll finally get to stick your face on a Snickers' bar campaign.

"You're not you when you're happy!"

You'll get off soon.
Remember to smile and wave.
Remember to forget.

#life   #break   #smile   #forget   #remember   #show   #wave   #soundtrack   #jizz   #onemanshow  
Arcassin B
Arcassin B
Nov 15, 2016

By Arcassin Burnham

.... Like I said, embracing your skin would be a dream within a dream
And within a dream and within a dream,
You asked me to give you my honest opinion...

I guess that I don't
Wanna Lie To You like the child that draws on his mother's wall with
Crayons and then lies and says that his sister did it, but little did he know
His sister snuck out awhile ago,
Sitting in the moonlight in a Honda civic with a her boyfriend kissing on
Her neck and tearing buttons,
I just wanna know that if we get through the friendzone that I could touch
You like that someday in mid discussion,

With no complaining, not into rushing,
You'd be my cuffling,
While we cuddle,
And while we swap spit , real teenage lovin',
Angels be singing , up in the conscious , they sing like Minnie,
Miss you dearly , when you're not here the.. world isn't pretty,
Baby I never..wanna make you cry... You're so eccentric,
I like it so much , we could both be weird and so dependent.


We don't got time to be wasting on the world,
we don't got time to be wasting on the world,
Why won't you be mine? I'm so tired of all this friend shit,
Why won't you be mine? I'm so tired of all this friend shit,

There's something you should know,
cause I built this trust for us....
I wrote your name on my phone...
I won't let this come between us..
So right your name on my phone...

Like Christmas in July my eyes light up with pain and shame
And memories behind it screaming for the day I'd get to kiss
You like the married couple so that we should be sharing like the
Motto never ended plus the caring and I'll be yelling , I said
We don't got time to be wasting on the world,
Oh no We don't got time to be wasting on the world,
I'm like why won't you be mine? You'll soon be knowing tonight,
This isn't our final ride, I just wanna be with you.

#love   #words   #friendship   #romance   #holy   #know   #imagine   #show   #lights  
Ben Jr
Ben Jr
Nov 15, 2016

Show me the other part of you,
The raging storm,
The darkest moods,

Show me the other side you have,
The frown behind your smiles,
The deepest chambers of your heart,

Show me the other part of you,
No matter how ugly,
I promise to bare what I'll see,

Show me the other part of you,
I want you open the heavy gates,
I've been a good friend,
And am prepared to be here till the end,

#truth   #friend   #open   #show  
JR Rhine
JR Rhine
Nov 25, 2016

Smoke scintillated by dirty lights
Scent of cheap beer and cigarettes
Arms and legs and heads and butts

In a space ejecting bravado
responding to the auricular bludgeons
plucking veins and boiling blood
arms and legs flailing like spiders
hammered by raindrops

Calloused voices scream through feedback
eking out of anguished amplifiers
while jungle drums synchronize hearts
to their frantic pulse

New friends old friends celebration
in sweaty embraces chanting screaming
stumbling outside the gates of eternity
sidewalk where we gathered round the sordid soapbox
and cast beleaguering gargantuan buildings
and endless cataclysmal streets
into abeyance

to prance along these old sidewalk cracks
stumbling along cigarette butts and beer cans
efflorescing under amative neon lights whose bombinate glow
tingles our skin and dazzles our eyeballs
rolling back into our skulls in the wake of ecstasy
billowing over our ambulant bodies

Friday nights
     Saturday nights
              Sunday nights
skipping school on a week day
braving city night life to find us in the nooks
they forgot to sweep out
where trash collects and pretends
to be unwavering and implacable
for a moment

Til it's back on the streets we spill out upon like puke
like the beer sticking to checkerboard floors
and we float home on the feedback high singing in our ears to sleep
dreaming of these ecstasies as something perennial
in punk lover's dreams

Pure when we're filthy.

Listen to Beach Slang.
#dance   #music   #body   #sing   #perform   #youth   #show   #punk   #celebrate   #audience  
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