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GrizzlyBear Apr 2016
I step onto the stage,
the bright spotlights making my eyes water,
the rows and rows and rows of seats making my mentality waver,
the judges with their eyes penetrating me like icicles.
Their emotionless faces making me doubt myself and what I'm here for.
The palms of my hands are drenched and clammy,
I almost drop my-
oh, I forgot what I'm doing.
Whycan'tImoveI'mstuckIneedtoplayohgodthejudgesarestaringat­mewhatdoIdoIcan'tbreatheI'mgoingtomessupI'mafailure
I
need
to
bre­athe.
Slowly inhale in,
S
   l
      o
          w
              l
                  y
exhale out.
I can do this.
The violin's shoulder rest takes its place,
I inhale,
I exhale,
and I begin.
I wanted to continue this but I didn't want to make is a novel so I'll continue it in the next poem I type. This is about my experience with anxiety and performing for others.
Day Apr 2016
nerves eat away the confidence I have left,
little butterflies  trying to escape,
knowing what a desperate soul *I am
.
just an afternoon thought I had
Surrounded yet completely alone,
It's the rule that our mothers taught us, always stay together.

Together, entanglement binds it together,
Predators take at ease to engulf, consume.

Those that swim, flow solo.

So I remain huddled, I merge and now I'm surrounded,
All the same, completely isolated.

I stay for hope, protection and direction, is this a false impression?

Split, torn in silence I suffer, So I turn back to reflect,
"I had, I have control, right?"

I segregate and eliminate the feeling of metamorphosis,
From prayer to predator.

Now I've shifted gears, further up the food chain once more,
Again, I'm surrounded yet completely alone.

Though, this time I've grown!


*Poem by Lionelle Nsarhaza
murf Feb 2016
I was wrong
All along

Believing in something
Ignoring everything

You played along
Maybe Coz u were alone

Now we reach
At the crossroad

And it's time
To be wise again

No more games
But you leave me with pain

But that's okay
Maybe I knew too
That you were never here to stay
Àŧùl Jan 2016
But I'll move on,
Alone.
It'll be really hard,
Alone.
'Coz I've been that way,
Alone.
For far too long in my life,
Sparing few days of togetherness.
I'm actually solo right here,
Right now.
And no,
I don't want anyone ever again.
'Coz in the end they all tend to leave,
Not caring how they will bereave.

I will miss her,
Not a name here.
But I'll just miss her,
Her very lucid smiles.
And I miss the plans,
They remain a desire unfulfilled.
My HP Poem #1003
©Atul Kaushal
Brent Kincaid Nov 2015
Don’t bring me those bouquets
Don’t clap me off the stage
Because my tour is not yet done
Some parts are just begun.
That would just be so wrong.
I haven’t sung my last song.
You must never forget,
I’m not quite done yet.

I need no one to carry me
It’s not time to bury me
In celebratory flowers
I’ve still got a few hours
Left for me in the spotlight
Tonight is not my last night.
Thought I’ve had my regrets
I’m not really done yet.

There are so many songs inside me
And melodies that will guide me
They want to come out whole
From deep inside my soul
But one thing I am certain
Don’t bring down that final curtain.
I’ve got more numbers to do
And I worked them up just for you.

As long as the crowd is willing
As long as I’m still killing
As you can still hear the applause
There is plenty of righteous cause
To keep the orchestra playing.
That’s all that I am saying.
I promise you won’t regret
That I am not quite done yet.
I’m not quite done yet.
MsAmendable Sep 2015
Don't get lost in my eyes
I don't want you there,
Don't steal a kiss
It's mine, and wouldn't be fair,
And don't you dare take my heart,
It would be foolish to start
And then would just hurt
In a hole filled with air
And then I'd be empty
And you wouldn't care
So stay out of my head,
**I don't want you there
Ronjoy Brahma Aug 2015
दाबो आं गोसो खाङो,
मानो गोसो खाङा जानो?
गोसोआवदि फैयो।
बेब-बेब बब-बब खिबु उन उन रिक्सा।
ब्लड थांदोँ फिन गुबुन बेबादिनो बेल दामलांदोँ।
सिख्लाया बनरगावनि, जोबोद समायना, गोसोथोथावथार।
बिजोँ ससे लामायाव लोगो मोनलायनायावनो गोबां रायलायदोँ आं।
मा मादि रायलायदोँ जोँसो मिथिसिगौ।
थेवबो रमान्टिकनि बाथ्राया हले गोसोआव फैफ्लां बायाखै।
कक्राझार सोरकारि फरायसालिमानि एइस एस नैथि बोसोरनि फरायसा।
मुङा निजोरा ब्रह्म मोन।
नाथाय बिनि रावदायलु नंबर लानो हानायमोनब्ला दाहालागै जोँनि बर'लेण्ड मोखां साफागुरियाव
लोगो हमलायनो हालायसिगौमोन खेबथामसो।
जेखियानो जाया उनफ्राव लोगो मोनफ्लांबा
आं बेखौ " आइ लाभ इउ" होन्नासो खारगोन।
थाबाय थाबाय फारलंगासेफ्राम जोँ सानैजोँ रायलायदोँ खालि सिनायथिनि थाखायल'।
उनाव बियो आंखौ बुंबाय-
" नोँ थांदो, माब्लाबा बहाबा नुबा रायलाय।
आं जारौमोनाव थांनोसै-"
" जागोन" होन्ना बियो थांनाय फारसे नायहरो आं।
गोमोथाव ना-मा होन्नांगौ जाखोथाय.....
एफा समायना सिख्लाया थांबावबाय 'जारौ बिउथि फार्लार' आवसो।
थाबाय थाबाय बिदिनो साथाम बोरायसा लोगो मोन्दोँ आं।
स्निजि, स्निजिबा आरो स्निजिद' बैसोनि बोरायसाफोर।
सासेया बुंबाय-
" ओँखाम उखैबायलै बुदां,
सोरनाव जाहैनोब्रा?"
आरो सासे नैथिया बुंबाय-
" मादैमोनाव जाहैनो नामा?
ना बिनानावमोननियाव जाहैनो?"
थामथिया बुंबाय-
" मादैमोनाव जाहैदिनैलै आदा दाबदं-"
थांबाय बिसोर खुसियैनो,
बिसोरनि उन उन आं।
मा फाग्ला मानसिफोर-रा बिसोरलाय!
सानबाय आं गोसोजोँ गोसो।
गावसोरनो एफा बोराय बोराय जाबाय बिसोरहाखि दासिमबो बिमादै दंबावो?
दंङब्ला माबादि जागोनफालाय?
नाथाय दान्दिसे उनाव नुबाय,
बिसोर 'मादै हटेल' आवसो थ्रोब।
इसस.....!! गोमोबाल' आं।
29/08/2015
Ronjoy Brahma Aug 2015
मानसि खिखौ मुगैनायबादि रांखोखौ बुगालिया मुगैथारो।
जाहोना जाबाय रांखोनि महरा साबा,
आरो सासे नंखाय बैनानै जाग्रा दाहोनाबावसो।
बुगालिया बिउथि, जोबोद बिउथि।
भुटाननि नांदेरनायबादि गुफुर।
आखल आखुखौ बुङाब्लाबो जागोन।
गोसोथोनायाबो गैया नङा दंखायो बेहा।
सोरबा माहाजोननि फिसाफोरबो जानो हागौ।
नाथाय गोजाननिफ्रायनो रांखोखौ नुब्ला नायनो हाया बुगालिया।
थेवबो सान्नांगौआ बेसो जाबाय-
सानसेखालि बुगालिया रावबो गैयै समाव (हरनि सममोन) रांखोखौ बुंबाय-
" आदा आं जोबोद गिदोँ!
दामानि आर्मिफोर फैगासिनोथार।
आं दिनै नोँजोँसो उन्दुगोन।"
उन्दुमारदोँबो नंखाय नङा दर फांथेलायनानै।
29/08/2015
Rick Warr Feb 2015
sometimes I stop at you
and look
with eyes of grateful wonder
your spirit still all shiny
yet you are still here with me

yes  some things aggravate
but why should they, if unsurprising?
they shouldn't really get to me
it's  your different way of singing

well-seasoned are my campaigns
i've loved and lost a few
i come with all my baggage
to be here with you

i think that I am blessed
and live by this adage
happy with a playful angel
not being unaccompanied baggage
Written in a moment of relationship gratitude
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