Mysidian Bard Feb 19

We both read our scripts,
but we're not on the same page.
You and I are just actors
who treat life as the stage.

We rehearse our lines,
but they're not what we mean,
for once lets break character
and call cut on this scene.

We could steal the show
if we rewrite the play
and end the charade
of this macabre matinee.

We've reached the finale,
there's no encore after all.
This is our shot,
our last curtain call.

Julia Jaros Apr 2015

Branco e bege se fundem na cortina
Feixes de luz tentam passar
para um mundo onde há muito
foram esquecidos
a poeira e a maneira.

Observe o movimento sutil
do tecido repetido e entretido
A transparência é genuína
mas a poeira
é contínua.

O espaço tímido não se revela
Escondendo sua sequela
de quando tão ingênuo
escondia uma janela aberta.

Bem, está trancada agora.

Apollo Hayden Oct 2016

And still you're more concerned  with who's in front of the curtain than who's behind it.
The puppets are being controlled by the puppeteers.
The strings are there, even though they're thin and clear; if you're searching for truth you'll find it.

Erin Suurkoivu Oct 2016

The clocks wind down,
and soon the Earth will spin
tightly again.

How many passes do we need
to take a conscious breath?
How many paths?

The curtain lowers
before the curtain rises again.
I find myself staring at the red velvet,

the in between.

Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016

Not quite a hurricane
but a wind that still blows,
holding love aloft.
I prefer to be behind the scenes
like god,
observing the audience
through a chink in the curtain.

I am prophecy self-fulfilled,
but I’ve been before mistaken.

Surprised to learn
they embrace what they kill.

Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016

Night lowers its curtain of silence,
my only time to steal away, and
suck the flavour out of every
lovely rind.

It is its lime
mine to enjoy.
If only I could taste it.

Yusof Asnan Jul 2016

You were known as a man of few words,

Yet you spoke of a thousand advice,

You held in all the pain,

So no one can hear your cries.

It's never my intention to argue with you,

I grew up knowing more of the ill toungue,

Been taught to detest;debate and prove myself right,

Since I was very young.

I wasn't there most of the time,

But don't mistook me for seeking freedom,

Such are not within my wish,

All that was so you can be there with them.

You left-

My dream is now broken.

Its all for the love,

That I might never have shown.

In my prayers and our memories,

Is where you stay,

Because Goodbye,

Is something I could never say.


Forgive me for not being able to be who you wished me to be.
I love you dad.
Vani j Jun 2016

I have still got pain.
Its big and in vain, 
For its only pain,
It has got no body and no brain.
Its of no use ,
And from it nothing I will gain 
But it still comes like a tornado and rocks me like a hurricane .
It breaks my windows and knocks on my door
And enters swiftly, even when I don’t open them wide anymore,
And it holds me prisoner,free once but no more  ,
And it makes me write verses like they were curses once for sure,
Thats the gift that gives me  my pain .
No its never a boon,
it's alwez a bane.
A bane of my existence,not clear and quite uncertain.
I ride the waves from fountain to fountain. My pain has really no gain BT it's still bleeding,
bleeding crimson red from heart shaped curtains .
From the door to the street, it will make me keel it will make me bleed, but
Don’t love me alone, I may be insane.
But love me, love me because i come branded with my pain.

Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016

I'm stressed
and not eating anything
My nights are sleepless
And I've become a mess
Most of the time
I'm just starring...
Starring at the wall
While just feeling empty
Feeling nothing at all....

But thanks to
What I've been through in my life
Then I'm still able
To put on a fake smile
And kick my ass outta bed
Even though I'm feeling sick.

I keep myself together
Until I get home
Then I return to bed
After pulling my curtains down.
Here I'll hide and stay
Until the next day
Where I'll have to
Put my fake smile on again...

just a random poem
Supriya Hegde Nov 2015

Beyond the pure curtain of mist,
At a distance stood the lofty hill,
Somewhere in between - she does exist,
Changing course of climate at her will;

On every leaf, a raindrop danced,
Nature sat like a fairy's child,
At all the greenery, she glanced,
Her tune - a perfect rhythm and mild;

Then, she stood with open arms,
To embrace the first unceasing rain,
As though the rains were charms,
Her eyes were bright without pain;

The melody echoed in the meadows,
In the bushes little flowers bloomed,
Little creatures stayed in the shadows,
And in the shimmering moonlight she loomed;

Raindrops lost to the vast sea,
The waves splashed onto the shore,
She gave in to the plea,
A gown of blue and green she wore;

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