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Seraphina Jan 1
If I'm the main character
Then what are you?
Some useless sidekick
That will never get the praise they need?
Why do you help others but never accept a "thank you"?
You deserve more than this
And I can't always be the one in the spotlight
When you're in the audience, clapping
Because no one will ever know who you really are
But to me, you're always that number one
Some people are like this, including one of my greatest friends.
I say, "Why can't you understand that I owe you?"
He says back to me, "Why can't you understand that I never change?"
Jacob Parnell Dec 2018
Step into the spotlight.
You just might show us something that we like.
You've got talents for days.
It's not over, you're a supernova.
Show us, teach us to not roll over.
Inspire me.
I could use some new motivation.
Set fire to the sea.
We call that innovation.
I know I suffer from procrastination but step into the spotlight and you could be the next sensation.
I'm trying to inspire you to write more.
Brynn S Nov 2018
I thank you
Swallow my mind whole
Leave not a crumb
Consume my words
Know my grief
Watch as I sink
Each cry for help
Every bit was for you
Oh sweet audience
How I do love the spotlight
Little candles burn at stages edge
Let me not sear at flame
Anya Nov 2018
Some say to fear the dark
Yet, unlike day
It offers a sense of comfort
Enveloped within
A blanket of invisible space
Free from searching eyes
And the terrifying
FallenKing Nov 2018
Dance with me in the moonlight
And let the night fade away
Like a star shinning in the spotlight
Out of reach, but within my gaze

Dance with me in the moonlight
Until the night turns to day
Illuminate the shadows in the twilight
Be the north star that gives my life an aim
Tristan Brown Oct 2018
Man quiets his voice
Silence's spotlight open
Nature grabs it quick
Avery Sep 2018
I won't sit here and say I don't want fame
Not a word of fake humility meant to draw applause
For tho' I hide away from the spotlight
I won't say I haven't dreamt of the blinding glow
Brian McDonagh Aug 2018
My audience in my head
Always expecting a thrill from me.
I even imagine a cartoon youth
Sitting at a desk and doing nothing
But writing out the actions of my life
As they occur.
I could only imagine
What the audience in my mind
Thinks of my life up to this point!
What would they critique or suggest I adjust?
My sound?
My setting?
Yes, how can I satisfy my imagination
Instead of my own person using my imagination?
From my poetry journal; written on 7/4/18
Aj Jul 2018
and now the song is over. it fades into the background as it fades out completely and now it's just me in the spotlight. dancing with my arms and stepping with my legs, i can still feel the rhythm in my veins. i said the music stopped, but don't believe everything you hear, you see, because i believed it too. and for a moment, i stood quiet. i stayed that way until another beat arrived, which happened to be the best beat of all—the ever-slowing tempo of my heartbeat. it was thumping and bumping loudly from where my ribs kept it in place. i didn't want it running away like my feet were or flying into the air like my arms.

i’m keeping it a wild kind of classy and in time with my sweet pulse still bump-bumping away, and i didn't complain as my heart kept going, continuing it's work as the foundation of the slow and reckless melody that my head created for the time being. i won't remember this song tomorrow.

my toes are tapping and my fingers are snapping and my smile shines as i feel a howl coming along. i dance in my lonely with sounds trapped inside my body—these noises were something that i decided to make, and i swing as i feel my newfound freedom uplift me. i reach this high. i dance in circles. i touch the sky. i kiss the atmosphere, hold a star, make a wish.

"i hope this happiness never ends."

and still, it hasn't.
it's a party of the heart.
Sam Jul 2018
His heart never heuristic
Spilled ink blanketed the table
Everyday he fell in love with her
Never did she feel the same
His eyes had grown empty
Hollowed by reality
Even in the spotlight
He could never shine bright enough
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