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Danté Le Beau Nov 2020
Thy soft’st voice,
Sing me to sleep,
Put my fears to rest,
Settle my whirring mind,
My soul is chaotic,
My dreams dashed.

So please,
Sing me to sleep.
Danté Le Beau Jun 2020
Thy Soft'st breath,
‘nd smooth’st curves.
I follow thou's hidden secrets.

Thou'st more deep-
Lesser known-
Than the lands seen from the eye.

Push through thy defences,
To become audience to your sweet'st song,
Carry me to mine own heaven.

Please never let man corrupt thee,
With his selfish desires-
‘nd gluttonous appetite.

Man will take,
So stay strong,
Fair'st beauty.
Danté Le Beau Apr 2020
Thy naked flesh,
O' so beautiful-
Kissed by the moon,
Tickled by the stars,
Their light shines off thee,
Wet to the touch,
Salty to the taste,
Marred by the stain of sin,
From my crimsoned lips
Archer Mar 2020
We all bow at the end of the show
Thrown flowers strewn about
The old wooden stage floors worn out
They show me the patterns of traffic
The lines between the planks blend
Merge. Wooden trap doors creek
The lights are warm with a yellow glow
They blind us to the masses
The velvety maroon curtains
Smell like characters
The chain smoking detective
Bags under his eyes
Battered housewife
Bloodied and broken
The prince and the princess
Did they find their happy ending
The roar of applause is the only noise
I have known in my head
There is no encore tonight
But this is the best thing
I've ever seen me do
Renée Brookes Mar 2017
I purchased a ticket to your matinée.
You sold me on the storyline.
Boy likes girl,
girl likes boy,
live happily ever after.

Everyone loves a happy ending.

Here I am, front row and center,
popcorn in hand;
clueless as to why I am alone.
In this dark, cold, empty place,
I am alone.

Nonetheless, here for you.

The curtain rises, it's your time to shine.
It's just like you said,
boy likes girl,
girl likes boy.


There are no two hearts more in unison,
though it seems something unsettles his mind.

Thoughts of her lying,
Thoughts of her cheating,
Thoughts of her leaving,
bestow tragedy.

I am waiting.
Where is the happy ending?
I am here waiting to watch you love,
to watch you hold,
to watch you unite.

I throw popcorn at your deceit,
at your paranoia,
at your hysteria.

You ripped me off.
I now know why I am alone.
In this dark, cold, empty place,
I am alone.

— The End —