#stagefright - Hello Poetry

I march Into the valley of Judges, Every eye cast down like a shadow Upon me walking by. There's no Sun. The end Comes Slowest. There's no End In sight. My prints Leave negatives. The shadow. Darkly saturating. I look up In fear of these monsters At their smiling, squinted Friend-masked eyes - What could I do for you? And the imminence Of this moment Tears through My defenses. Th-thank you f, for reading- goodboy-I mean Goodbye, sorry sorry.

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Sep 22, 2025

Sep 22, 2025 at 3:47 AM UTC

Jasper

Into the valley of Judges

I march Into the valley of Judges, Every eye cast down like a shadow Upon me walking by. There's no Sun. The end Comes Slowest. There's no End In sight. My prints Leave negatives. The shadow. Darkly saturating. I look up In fear of these monsters At their smiling, squinted Friend-masked eyes - What could I do for you? And the imminence Of this moment Tears through My defenses. Th-thank you f, for reading- goodboy-I mean Goodbye, sorry sorry.

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I march Into the valley of Judges, Every eye cast down like a shadow Upon me walking by. There's no Sun. The end Comes Slowest. There's no End In sight. My prints Leave negatives. The shadow. Darkly saturating. I look up In fear of these monsters At their smiling, squinted Friend-masked eyes - What could I do for you? And the imminence Of this moment Tears through My defenses. Th-thank you f, for reading- goodboy-I mean Goodbye, sorry sorry.

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Sep 22, 2025

Sep 22, 2025 at 3:46 AM UTC

Jasper

Into the valley of Judges

I march Into the valley of Judges, Every eye cast down like a shadow Upon me walking by. There's no Sun. The end Comes Slowest. There's no End In sight. My prints Leave negatives. The shadow. Darkly saturating. I look up In fear of these monsters At their smiling, squinted Friend-masked eyes - What could I do for you? And the imminence Of this moment Tears through My defenses. Th-thank you f, for reading- goodboy-I mean Goodbye, sorry sorry.

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Walk up the steps, Sit on the stool, Adjust the mic, face the lights, And sing. Strum the strings, Hear how your voice rings. Close your eyes, And shed your disguise. Sing about the things you feel, The things that don’t seem real . Sway with the song, And hear the crowd sing along. Don’t think about stumbling on the words, Or tripping over the cords. Hear the melody and hum, Think about the applause sure to come. All your problems left when you stepped on the stage, Now it’s up to you to finish the song, to write another page. It may seem like hell But you gotta step out of that shell Strum the strings, Hear how your voice rings. Close your eyes, And shed your disguise. I promise that everything’ll be alright, You’ll win the fight. The stage fright won’t last long, So sing your song. Walk up the steps, Sit on the stool, Adjust the mic, Face the lights, And sing.

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Oct 7, 2019

Oct 7, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC

Reabelle928

Stage Fright

Walk up the steps, Sit on the stool, Adjust the mic, face the lights, And sing. Strum the strings, Hear how your voice rings. Close your eyes, And shed your disguise. Sing about the things you feel, The things that don’t seem real . Sway with the song, And hear the crowd sing along. Don’t think about stumbling on the words, Or tripping over the cords. Hear the melody and hum, Think about the applause sure to come. All your problems left when you stepped on the stage, Now it’s up to you to finish the song, to write another page. It may seem like hell But you gotta step out of that shell Strum the strings, Hear how your voice rings. Close your eyes, And shed your disguise. I promise that everything’ll be alright, You’ll win the fight. The stage fright won’t last long, So sing your song. Walk up the steps, Sit on the stool, Adjust the mic, Face the lights, And sing.

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I would sing because I'm good at that boy, do I have pipes. but I'm terrified upon this stage all of you looking at me expectantly Part of me thinks it would be fun if not for my parents in the audience looking at me expectantly. I've never felt at ease doing it for them. That open mic keeps standing there posters, stages, coffee shops everywhere but I can't. I'll try anything but this. I sometimes feel as if my parents wish I would perform like when we watch 'School Of Rock' or 'A Perfect Chord'. I guess I always thought it would go away when I got older but it's MY choice. I have to decide. will I lift my voice or stay stubbornly silent?

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC

AGirlInATree

open mic

I would sing because I'm good at that boy, do I have pipes. but I'm terrified upon this stage all of you looking at me expectantly Part of me thinks it would be fun if not for my parents in the audience looking at me expectantly. I've never felt at ease doing it for them. That open mic keeps standing there posters, stages, coffee shops everywhere but I can't. I'll try anything but this. I sometimes feel as if my parents wish I would perform like when we watch 'School Of Rock' or 'A Perfect Chord'. I guess I always thought it would go away when I got older but it's MY choice. I have to decide. will I lift my voice or stay stubbornly silent?

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I ****** the stage with silence so the audience anticipates the articulation of words that soon spill out of my mouth. The show lights blind my eyes so all I can see are headless ghosts sitting in rows, neatly compact in a spiritual communion. My mind stutters, body shudders, yet the line is plain to see as it was painted on my lips - ready to perform, ready to be spoken. Narration courses through my lungs to produce cornered speech, creating an introductory-zone for the others to encroach behind me And there we were, separated into our own character beams while I stood with shallow confidence at the forefront. Though I'm not a main lead, or a side character, or a set piece, I am the narrator. I carry the weight of the story, And I carry the ears of those who listen.

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Mar 3, 2019

Mar 3, 2019 at 12:34 AM UTC

roppongidreams

The Narrator

I ****** the stage with silence so the audience anticipates the articulation of words that soon spill out of my mouth. The show lights blind my eyes so all I can see are headless ghosts sitting in rows, neatly compact in a spiritual communion. My mind stutters, body shudders, yet the line is plain to see as it was painted on my lips - ready to perform, ready to be spoken. Narration courses through my lungs to produce cornered speech, creating an introductory-zone for the others to encroach behind me And there we were, separated into our own character beams while I stood with shallow confidence at the forefront. Though I'm not a main lead, or a side character, or a set piece, I am the narrator. I carry the weight of the story, And I carry the ears of those who listen.

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stage life... is so complicated they'll confiscate it your eyes will summit their stocks will plummet stage life... is an oxymoron you'll labor for em your body's numb, once stitched seams come undone lick your finger............. wine rims sing about it lick your finger............. counter to clockwise flow lick your finger............. add your liquidity lick your finger............. finer tuned frequencies lick your finger............. consume their recipe lick your finger............. won't find harmony lick your finger............. blood soaked oath's decrees stage fright... it comes in droves watches all your moves ebbs and flows cautiously, write about it cannot hide, darkest hours insatiably, desired thirst tie dye shirts, passion's curse drink whiskey, pour a cup no replies , it's all ****** up.

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC

_trf

EBBS & flows

stage life... is so complicated they'll confiscate it your eyes will summit their stocks will plummet stage life... is an oxymoron you'll labor for em your body's numb, once stitched seams come undone lick your finger............. wine rims sing about it lick your finger............. counter to clockwise flow lick your finger............. add your liquidity lick your finger............. finer tuned frequencies lick your finger............. consume their recipe lick your finger............. won't find harmony lick your finger............. blood soaked oath's decrees stage fright... it comes in droves watches all your moves ebbs and flows cautiously, write about it cannot hide, darkest hours insatiably, desired thirst tie dye shirts, passion's curse drink whiskey, pour a cup no replies , it's all ****** up.

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Pray for me today As I go onto a stage I just need His peace.

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

Stage

Pray for me today As I go onto a stage I just need His peace.

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