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Amanda Aug 26
I cannot see when I need
Foggy curtain will not concede
Full in the distance forcing us apart
These dark days you are the sunshine in my heart
I've been waiting so long
To be where I'm going
In the sunshine of your love
I am a winner of my life.
I have the main role in my movie.
I am a main actor in my own teather.
I chose myself which role I play today.
I chose when will I close the curtains.
Wyatt Jun 6
The cheering begins to fade,
happy faces turn away from me.
The crowd has now dispersed
and the joint has gotten quiet.
The janitor cleans after the show,
all the messes left behind it.
The owner of the venue starts
counting up the money made.
A large part made out for him
and a chunk for my manager.
A fraction for the employees,
chump change for the help.
All I'm left with is a couple coins
and a cold pat on the back.
"We'll see you next week
and we'll do this all again."
At that moment I realized that
my art has reached no one.
It was just a quick dose
of simple comedic relief.
These personas I've made,
I played the part. I did it all
but nobody ever calls out my name,
it's only the curtain that calls.
My performance has come to a close. Nobody remains when the jokes are done. Only the curtain calls.
Jon Thenes Jan 5
"It suffers ;
  Not ; I suffer"
this being realised ;
exercise detachment
operate using a buffer :
A Curtain Option
Is What's Being Discussed
Khoi-San Dec 2018
M Solav Sep 2018
Hear the asynchronous pulsation,
Clicks of eyelids, toggling,
And the beating of a heart:
A Life, in thick layers of rhythms,
Coating a stubborn core.

Watch the white curtain of the mansion,
Behind windows, dancing,
And the fire in the hearth:
A Life, in thick layers of stones,
Glowing it out with warmth.
Written in August 2017.
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Draw the curtain
I’ve learned my lesson
To keep little dreams
In plain sight
Spin the clay wheel
And find your real deal
Keep little thoughts
In your mind
Of Little Heaven
Family, star-side
Keep it in perspective
stopdoopy Jul 2018
(In a vacant church Little Girl and Big Man sit on a parish
a few feet apart, in between them lies a book titled"My Feelings".)

(The curtain opens. Little Girl sits staring at Big Man. Big Man gets up and goes to the statue of himself in front of them for a closer look.)

Big Man: Will talking in person really make a difference?

Little Girl: I like to think it does.

Big Man:  (turns to look at her incredulously.) What wishful thinking, you're so naïve.

(Little Girl opens her book and starts to read aloud.)

(Big Man cuts her off with a noise every time she starts to say something until she falls silent.)

Big Man: Just as I thought, it doesn't change anything.

Little Girl: But you don't-

Big Man: (cuts her off again.) You just can't let things go, that's your problem. I told you I didn't want to do this, yet you dragged me out here. It didn't accomplish anything!

Little Girl: That's because you don't even want to listen or try to talk, you just want to yell and blame me!

Big Man: That's enough, this conversation is over. (Walks off stage right.)

(Little Girl screams in anger and throws "My Feelings" at the Big Man Statue.)

(The Curtain closes.)
I wanted to try something a little different! I've never written stage directions or a play before but I thought this would be a nice change. I didn't really convey the raw anger or passion, nor was it the scene what I originally wanted but maybe it's a step in the right direction. Trying out different styles is neat. Not happy with this piece though but... oh well.
PoserPersona Jun 2018
Garments stripped from worn bones and weary mind
Feet dragged on tile; hands grasp plastic veil
Stepping into a tub; near swoon divine
A pure, naked self emancipation,
before the squeaking running metalware  
that erases the daily equation.
Dancing, singing tunes of own devices:
Cupid, Shooting Star, Sister Golden Hair
Rocky Mountain High, American Pie
****** bosses gonna kiss ***** here
Astronauts, cowboys, and rockstars meet here
Best yet, the individual is here

Although merely hidden by a curtain,
all for your view is but a damp shadow.
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