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Justus Chan Oct 5
a flawed character in a musical
filled with ear-piercing songs
and the craze of beer and wine
and uncomplicated mess

despised and alone
creating mischief while no one but
the audience look on
and creating drama from the driest of

casted to be
cast out of the limelight
it slyly adds itself to the plot
wrecking death and horror in its wake
the backdrop a mess of red jewels

internally bleeding out lines
that attack the audience as they are
handed the dirty scripts
and they listen in glee to the
dead, screeching violins

it dances on the stage
clacking of tap shoes a sweet,
satisfying sound that claws at the ear
the heart savouring all there is

the rain breaks through the roof
of the bloodied theatre
murder under dark clouds
as eggs of gold are thrown and
splatter in a flourish and a bow

the clapping of hands as the
orchestra plays the dirges and
distasteful tunes
a spectacle for the ages
and it sinks backstage in
preparation for its next tour
dmperez Feb 2017
me ignoring you
    ignoring me.

ryn Sep 30
Fix the drama -
this play in my head.

A convoluted tale
that sees no end.
A wrenching story
entwined round an overused plot.

A lone actor.
Assuming different roles.
The heart, the mind
and sensibility.

Words of comfort
and swift resolve,
evaporate quickly.
Scathing verses
take root and fester.

Wayward thoughts
and rising beats...
Caught in an abrasive loop.

Fix this drama -
I keep playing in my head.
Emerson Sep 29
If you saw me now and wanted me
I'm sorry but you're too late
My heart has already mended
It never broke, it just vented
Now it's fine
It's got it's shine

If you were here for me
As you can see
I've moved on from that end
But we can be freinds
If not then, so long, goodbye
Don't ask me why
Or when
I will move on from men

This is who I am
It's all part of my plan (not yours or gods)
And nothing you do or say
Will make my heart sway
The tight feelings in my chest
The hard squeeze of my eyes
to shut away the feeling of hurt
and loneliness
I am the outcast
the wanderer stuck between two worlds
Lost Lost Lost
I'm a wanderer looking for where I belong
Who will help me up and out?
Who will open the door to their world?

Pleading silently for you to stay away
For if you saw my eyes
you'd know something was amiss
Even if you asked
I don't think I could explain something
I don't quite understand

If you won't include me
I won't lean in
I'll keep my distance

You don't know
You can't see
But I won't tell

This was a time in my life where I was reunited with my family after a long time apart. Yet, after being together for so little time I ended up shutting myself in a closet to get away from them all. So, I could cry and write.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 17

I will deafen my soul to the chords
of discord.

No drama wanted here.
Caroline Sep 17
Don't be a drama queen they say,
Nobody'll want you they say.

Well, my "drama" is


Nobo­dy asked for your opinion,

Lucky you

Happy family
Happy friends
Happy life

You're not there when I cry myself to sleep

You're not there when I cut my wrists

You're not there when I struggle whether to die or to live.

Don't be a drama queen they say,
Nobody'll want you they say,

I'm sorry but there is no other way to pretend I love myself
That's not exactly what's happening in my life but here's to the girls who are said to be attention hoarders, who are said they are shallow
English Jam Feb 27
She is a ruler, proud in her glory
Sets hearts to flame, turns lovers to screams
Her nails alone are ripped from a story
Reduces soldiers to men without mean

Eyes marble-black, with sharp slits in the centre
Red glistens, and penetrating observations enter
With hair that waves as though in water
They know her tales, but none have caught her

What she requires - they all deliver
Her voice is a choir - that makes all shiver
She doesn't walk
She struts

Bends over in a seductive style
Caresses villainy in her seat
Crooning, intentions hidden all the while
Inaudible but the tread of her feet

March, march, march on to the drums
The Dark Majesty never forgets
Absorbing herself in hymns and hums
Oblivious to drunken admissions of regret

Queen of tyranny will never rest
But for serenity - she fails the test
She's majestic
But joy eludes her
There's a song by Queen (the rock band who did Bohemian Rhapsody and We Will Rock You) called The March of the Black Queen that was the chief inspiration to this. Give it a listen, it's simply amazing.
Katie K Sep 7
Reaching out without an answer
what have you done to our mansion?
peeling paper, burnt from arson
bricks are falling, walls seem ancient

I'm trying not to hear the rumble
as the roof turns into crumble
ash is falling from the mantle
what happened to once pretty castle?

Clinging on to little vase
I might save it from the break
house is wailing in the pain
on my face I feel the rain

Once - the happy memories and dreams of renovation
turned in ruins, flames and dust and fear of relocation
have to roam around the town or all across the nation
to gather all my strength and guts to face the revelation

Even as I walk I hear the rocks hitting the pavement
blocks that stood there once so proud, now shaking the basement
I stand back and watch the scene with bitter amazement
as it takes away with it my chance of warm embraces
ollie Sep 1
I think I fuckin like being a teen idle
And even if all I do is idolize at least I’m enjoying it
I sit on shoulders of taller boys in the hopes I can see where I’m going
And I just find I’m comfortable in not knowing
‘Cause even without vision impairments, they can’t see through the fog either
I try to write teen dramas in the hopes that I’ll learn what it’s like to be living in high school
I’m ignorant of the fact that I already am
I’m scared of the part where I’m the protagonist
The kind of person who gets in trouble for climbing on top of the building
And I have to promise I’ve only done it once
The concrete doesn’t feel good anyways
I shake talking to strangers but I scream talking to friends
Dropping everything to run into the arms of a boy I just met a few months ago
With full confidence he can sling me over his shoulder, no effort
I befriended a girl two months ago and I’m already threatening to kill her boyfriend like they do in the movies
It’s odd
But I learned the meaning of living
So I suppose the abnormal matters
it’s odd, being in love with all of your friends? platonically of course, but still. i love them so much.
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