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DG May 22
I cut off my ears
at a beautiful note

And fall in love when
it's a screeching sound

I gauge my eyes out
with the violin's bow

The audience claps
so I take a bow

Lately, I have been détaché-d
Colorful melody, no strings attached

Take the strings of the violin
Tie them around my neck

I grab the neck
of the violin, choke myself
and say

Violence is yet
another instrument
I can't play.
Like violent footsteps of translucent insects,
rain clouds the glass.
A dynamic curtain between
the warmth
and the wind

Window dancers,
forever shifting, obscuring, revealing.
A one man audience
to a one night only movie
playing exclusively
in the courtyard below
#5 in my Year One collection, from notes on 11/12
sushii Mar 17
My vocal chords scream out,
But I haven’t the means.
My knees give out,
But it wasn’t on a screen.

I haven’t made the grade

Till I’m on that stage.
Jodie-Elaine Mar 14
Let the babble stop
Let the brain farts cease
Let pleasure be your guide
And the poet slip into their persona,
Like a performance uniform,
A slip dress
An existential throw up of thoughts like
Bad Chinese food.
The kind that climbs out of Tupperware,
slippers ready

Of Tupperware and ready slippers
***** out takeaway rice.
Performance uniforms sit up in bed,
Babbling about existential poets.
The bad Chinese food
Waltzes with its guide,
Brain dribbles out of nostrils.
Dear night-shoes,
This babble has ceased,
Pleasurely.
From my Poetry Collection: 'PERFORMANCE ARTIST POETRY AND BRAIN FARTS FOR UNSOLICITED MICROWAVE HEADS' (yes, all caps)
Arisa Mar 7
DON.
ka
DON DON.
ka
Repetitive rhythms,
Palms burning red.
All in unison, we bang the center -
And hit the drum's edge,

The audience
below
can feel the rumble
in their hearts:

Taiko.
I miss my taiko group...
Performance
Perfection
Pour them in a jar
Shake it and give a rainbow mix
Add shine and  glitter ✨
Lose the jitters
Performance remix
Perfection in a jar
Colour fix
Riley Cartwright Dec 2018
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last night I dreamed of you
...
well not really dreamed, but I
thought of you
...
i couldn't sleep
...
my brain wouldn't
allow me to not think of
how this all
could have been
different
...
if you didn't
catch my eye
in the
winter
...
as i performed
for a whole audience,
but the smile
on your face
...
i was performing
for you
as you watched
me
not so graciously
flail about
...
you were happy
then
we could have left it
there
...
this could have been
different
if we didn't
meet
in the
spring
...
if you didn't
hold onto me
watching the others
perform
...
this could have
been
much
different
if it wasn't all
based on
performance
...
on acting
...
on false smiles
...
we were playing
pretend
...
weren't we?
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this all could have been different
Talis Ren Dec 2018
To perform is to get close to the edge
To feel the wire around your neck
Throat closing fast, stealing your breath
To live is to die a thousand deaths
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