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So much to say in such an excruciatingly long and short time,
Like a snake who just digested an owl, you spew lemon, yet you do not shine from your cliff
Do you choose to let the citrus of your breath slowly pervase the depths you do not wish to seek?
I’d be more erudite to listen to the air from the vent
To break a thing down is to bring about more intrigue than your aura of bore
The room is a bubble being blown into with much more
Two opposites that come together to form a center
With such statistics, the room is cold,
As I focus more on it, that feeling becomes more bold

Thorough are your detailed thoughts I suppose
I do believe you drink unsweetened coffee
On and on you do prose
My eyes become weary by the second of your presence
You speak such common sense, with such a light that’s dense

You reach outside no borders
You stay quite consistently where you have been
If you were in the middle of the room, looking up
No one would give you the privilege of our ears
My ears are open, yet at the sound of you, they become muffled
dense teacher of mine, oh so dense you are, this is for you
Shofi Ahmed Oct 3
Before a split second
that shows up.
And gone before
the blink of an eye!
Only down the road the theatre show,
actors and crew the flowers they throw.

And only one man seated down at the back,
no applause from the palms of his hand.

And red curtains this time fall and unveil,
what I should of felt from love for sale.

And don't shine those lights on me.

And you did.
The Vault Sep 14
The past doesn't define what we are
Unless you let it
Scars run through my heart and soul
But I couldn't be happier
For they don't hold my happiness
I do
I run the show that is my life
No negativity will define me
So say your words
Act so tough
But sorry sir
I direct this show and you are only a background actor.
B D Caissie Sep 10
On this stage called life, the sunrises the audience to their feet and the sunset steals the show...


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Hollywood joy
was good as any boy
this year with the stallion
but this precipice would enjoy
a hearty show of his miserable foe
the dire place he slept a toe in his faith
and forthcoming season began hep
with the homecoming of the wife
that he tri-tied the rope in his bed  
why a laser conspired
that would be their heart of joy
in the neighborhoods yet
she's a fashionable thing of beach
that would roll his honor such a wife
Jaxey Jan 7
The most painful experience
Isn't losing someone
It's the moment you realize
You've lost yourself
- Elena Gilbert
One of my favorite quotes of all time. If you haven't watched The Vampire Diaries do it now.
Haylin Aug 21
That feeling you get
When you finish the show
Before anyone starts clapping.

That feeling of breathlessness and accomplishment all at the same moment.

That my friend, is what we march for.
I just finished band camp 2 weeks ago and tonight we just had our first rehearsal and I've got to say, this has been the best time of my life. I love these people and I can't wait to spend the next 2 years with them
Em MacKenzie Aug 17
Told me to close my eyes and count to ten,
I counted down to one and then back up again.
It almost feels like it’s a crime
how blatantly I waste my time,
what does it matter? If it would shatter, it would still be mine.

Nightly I brush my hands against the dark sky,
I know it’s painted with splotched stars but not seen by the eye.
It’s creating ice cold fingers,
and a chill that lingers,
though bold, I was never a fan of cold.

It’s just that I’m trapped in another space,
my time and reality are lacking trace,
I’m right that I’m in the wrong place.
Or maybe we’ve just all been dead for years,
no one wants to add to their fears,
but the thought is turning gears.
It’s plausible, not impossible.

Told me to close my eyes and spin around,
counter and clockwise I whirled until I was on the ground.
I feel too old to play hide and seek,
strong night vision but perception’s weak,
I’m lacking balance, it’s never been in my talents, it’s looking bleak.

It’s just that I’m trapped in another space,
unable to alter my choices in this case,
the isolation and void I just can’t face.
Or maybe I’m just separated from the galaxy,
outcasted from the place I’m meant to be,
stuck in the shoes of an alternate reality Emily.
Growing more deranged, some things don’t change.
Let me look at you.
At the darkest night.
When a light from street.
Will be show your bleak.
Let me glance each piece.
Let me look at you.
While a sun still down.
We will covering, by the shame. Waking up at the morning sun.
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