Weekly Throwout!!

Well its that time again.

I am working nights again so my head isn't on right. I have been diddling with poetry for the past few weeks. Not sure if this is any good. I have to clear the cobwebs from my brain before I can write again. FOCUS ...I have none.

Anyhoo!! Hope this isn't too terrible  :) for some reason I feel like its not finished... Oh well its inspiration will never see it anyway. 

The Bard


You’re one in a million hysterical fans

Screaming and crying with outstretched hands

You stand in the front and sing out the words

But it fades into the noise of the anonymous herd

You close your eyes absorbing the sounds

The crescendos, and pauses, and bass as it pounds

The feelings incited could bring tears to your eyes

Instead, your souls peaceful, excited, surprised

The band brings a thunder so incessant and hard

Delivered softly to the crowd through the words of a bard

Your heart starts to pound in rhythm with the lights

Blood burns through your veins like the hot summers nights

Yet still you hope he will see you there

He will sing you the song that floats through the air

When the overture breaks and you stand in the dark

An acoustic sound breaks in and stokes the fire with a spark

You realize that the magnitude of a man and his art

Can make you fumble to find the pieces of your heart

When the show is over and the crowd files away

In your mind a small piece of you stays

 
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Laters Lovers :)

 

 

 

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