"preformance" poems
It is the ink propelled with mold and feces,
And the grandeur of dogma littered with arrogance.
The persistent deconstruction of ideals covered with dust,
and yet it screams openly to the audience of deaf.
Forbidding irk come with forbidden shadows beyond it's own screech,
And the scatching of the chalkboard has friendlier tone than unoriginal scribes of embellishments.
The act of taken lives from people who do not deverse your pardon need not be your tropies,
For those actions of hate deserve no love or pity.
For this is the land of united people of places and hope,
For you can not divide us with words,
Or sword upon freedom.
The vigilant light shall warm us,
Your hate will only fuel us,
You shall never silence us.
For we shall live for the dead,
And their memories will not be forgotten.
We will defeat your hate with our compassion,
And we will prevail where you so sought to undo,
For love will defeat your prideful destruction.
Say good bye to your yesterday,
For no song of your will be heard but in the mist of ocean,
And our choir will muddle your preformance.
For your last act stood as an epilogue,
And ours has become the prologue.
Have you truly succeeded?
I think our cheers shall resonate the true answer.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
dont feel right...
my own music is attacking me. feel so empty. the words in my head start to rhyme. so i know i need to write.. just dont know what.
**will you save me? take me? make me yours?
ocean blue
words so true why do you hide?
..
...
....
songs play
all day taunting me.
speakers off
still so soft
the lyrics sing
and thoughts they bring....
not the boy i want to remember... get out of my head!!!**
*(laughing) singing~
ocean blue~
just not you~*
....
**do we ever really know them?..
do they ever really understand?..
how do you tell who is real and who is imagined? when the masks are seamless and no color seeps through?
whos lying now?
words were twisted
seamlessly .. seamlessly.. seamlessly!
so fake
how well you know your lines , how well you know your part.
all the blocking forever memorised. the scenes you know by heart. everything is perfect, until the characters change. improv was never your strong suit. thats what the other actors were for...
a castle by the sea. what story needs a knight when it has a prince? her title even stays the same ... the dialogue changes as the prince is real and the knight was wrong..
fairy tales.. how will the new version end??...
or will we change the characters again? these actors don't know their lines. the blockings all wrong. look at the scripts they carry. this preformance is no where near ready. It's barely been written!!
we need a play to preform!
how will we build the set if the script keeps changing?
....
tragic flaws..
so the princess dies...
so not cool
we wanted a comedy
not a drama
....
this is a mess and we need to preform...
someone find a new director!!!**
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC
They don't know
They see me smile
but they don't know what I feel inside.
Only you know.
They see the dancing and
the preformance...
but they don't know
what I feel inside.
Only you know.
Only I know.
They see me smile
but they don't know what I feel inside.
Only I know.
I swear they don't know.
Only you know.
.................
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
Before you do it
Come take my hand
We're going for a walk.
I know just what you're going to do
And I think we need to talk.
We'll go left
Or we'll go right
The choice is up to you.
Our path depends on only one thing
How do you see you?
The path you choose
Is left
So that's the way we'll go.
It's a path of feeling worthless
Just so that you know.
Right now
I need to show you
What you're going to miss.
If you choose to give up now
And give in to the devil's kiss.
Look right there
That's your family
They're at your first preformance.
But I don't think you'll be there
Because you've given up on dance.
Over there
You'll see your grandparents
They're holding your new guitar.
But I don't think you'll be there
Because you've given up who you are.
To you're right
You'll see a guy
He wants to ask you out.
But I don't think you'll be there
Because you've picked a different route.
I would go on
But I won't say more
I think you understand.
Now I want you to answer me this
Do you still want your life to end?
See I was right
Listen to me
This is a better way.
You're heading in a new direction now
So I've got one last thing to say.
Whipe the blood
Off of your hand
And put the blade away.
Your life is worth more than you think
Tomorrow will be a better day.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
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
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 10:56 PM UTC
Shimmering eyes gaze in silence
The performer coated in dazzling gems assumes the position
Their muscles tighten and their arms rise like sturdy branches
Her eyes ablaze with raging fear and excitement
The vast expanse of all the possibilities of the future in front of her
Anticipation rising like pure energy through her body
She hears her cue
And she leaps
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC