I think I deserve a ‘Best Actor’ award
For my performance as the Hopeless Romantic in the One Sided Lover
Although it’s more my life than a role
I was given a script but once I saw you I forgot my lines
You being the female lead that I was destined to fall for but never get
How cruel this production can be
They told me to act helpless
But I didn’t need to act
I was already helpless enough
Couldn’t get through those eye contact scenes without my mind blanking
“Cut! From the top, and for Godsakes remember your cue”
My cue?
Right this is a production
Nothing that happens here is real
We’re just characters on a screen
But are we?
Are my feelings for you not true?
But I can't lie that when I look into those eyes of yours
I feel like Jack from the Titanic
Sinking into icy waters
Let me rephrase that
Sinking under this immense pressure of professionalism that remains unspoken between us
I have to keep this act going just a bit longer
But can I?
Can I make it through my scenes without tripping up?
Can I remember my lines?
Will I be cut from the production?
Will this One Sided love story have room for two?
Categories:
blanking, crush, love, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
A Zen Koan
Blanking out my mind, I lit a candle.
The flame burned low and chased away the darkness.
Categories:
blanking, appreciation, change, faith, growth,
Form: Haiku
AFRICA DREAM
In hunger's bloat and nagging pain,
the tropic heat and burning rain,
in sight of all the world that cries,
where hope is dead or soon it dies,
their fight is for an ounce of grain.
Death takes the innocents it finds,
and leaves a blanking of the minds,
they dare not love for love is dead,
deep in their hearts they cry instead,
but these are tears of other kinds.
All empty tears, and shackled by
what hope there is; it's but to die;
before another bloody dawn,
and forced to know that life goes on,
beyond the reasoning of why.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Categories:
blanking, abuse, africa, bereavement, humanity,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
Where do you go when the night is too dark
covered in ink
beyond the moon
obscuring the stars?
Where will you hide when fear descends
past reason
stealing breath
blanking the mind?
What can you do when the pain is too great
beyond words
surpassing tears
past tolerance?
Nowhere and nothing.
There is only insomnia.
Categories:
blanking, fear, night, stars,
Form: Verse
The day has started once again people rushing to their spots
Frequently humming, and forgetting their words and dots
The day has started and with all sorts of voices scattering
Frequently hesitant, in smiling and remembering to breathe
The day has started with heart beats pacing slow and fast
Frequently blanking minds to stop all thoughts that scare
The day has started say Hi! To all, soon with grace stand tall
Frequently hushing each other to take control with a smile
The day has started with warm ups to keep voices on pitch
Frequently done as a relief in their thoughts and voice
The evening has came so suddenly, the concert is to begin
People rush to get tickets or seats to listen to their child
The evening has came to fast for some and need to breathe
People begin to converse load then often times silence down
The evening has words galore infinite gathering tones
People speak well of their kin, or children that are hoarse
The evening came and soon lights dim to start the concert
People react to the conductor standing in front to guide
The evening sure is starting out so very fine with great hope
People are quieting down to here every ones voice
Categories:
blanking, anxiety, courage, feelings, pride,
Form: Narrative
Madness
Mild Psychosis
Grips fragile Precipice
Escalating Insanity
Purple sirens poised beneath numb bleached eyes
Staring down white bulbs blanking glare
Piercing screams flip the surge
Neurostatements
Madness
© Kim van Breda – 27 October 2014
Categories:
blanking, anger, confusion, crazy, identity,
Form: Rictameter
Water
Water flowing down
babbling, full of joyfulness
giving life to all
Sun
Soul of life are you
blazing ball of sparking fire
lighting up our world
Clouds
Gentle clouds drift by
casting shadows over all
blanking out the sun
written 08/21/2013
Categories:
blanking, nature,
Form: Haiku
It hits me like a wave, churning deep within my gut.
Holding my breath as the situation sinks in.
(Climbing a stairway to heaven)
People staring, eyes peering, thinking of a way to get out
(drifting up in a cloud of smoke)
Pale face reddens as heartbeat quickens
(Flying away on invisible wings)
Running, fleeing, where can I go?
(End of the rainbow)
Dirt swallows me up, blanking my mind
(Calm, peaceful, no more worries)
Frozen in awkwardness, palm to my forehead
Stuck in reality.
Categories:
blanking, dream, fear, imagination, life,
Form: ABC
Wet Blurting
80 year Ole Francisco, yes he said,
off the blinking top of his head,
A bowel fix here today!
Ya know cheese blocks you up instead,
Don’t blurt in diss-aray,
Old people drop one, an go ooooh,
Some feathers in the fluff,
Sand Goannasa drowning in the stew,
Could fill ya pants plum duff,
So listen when I say,
Cheese slab every day,
You wont be farting other stuff,
No blinking bloody blanking way!
So figure out the dose to eat,
Explosive liquid aint so neat,
Constipation on ya creeps,
Cut back on cheese today,
No explosions in the hay,
Eat cheese ya bugger, sweet,
Fun blurting hey hay hey…
Don Johnson
Hey fever don’t like cheese, tuff ticky, adapt to a cheese diet…it bloody works!
Categories:
blanking, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
AFRICA DREAM
In hunger's bloat and nagging pain,
the tropic heat and burning rain,
in sight of all the world that cries,
where hope is dead or soon it dies,
their fight is for an ounce of grain.
Death takes the innocents it finds,
and leaves a blanking of the minds,
they dare not love for love is dead,
deep in their hearts they cry instead,
but these are tears of other kinds.
All empty tears, and shackled by
what hope there is; it's but to die;
before another bloody dawn,
and forced to know that life goes on,
but no one's there to tell them why.
© ron wilson
Categories:
blanking, angst, black african american,
Form: Rhyme
Winter comes but once a year
Cold, dark, empty, clear
Lots of rain, calm and quiet,
Then, snow...
Snow on windows,
Snow on doors,
Roads, cars, people,
Snow falling from the sky...
White and fluffy
Cold and tingling
Blanking fields and trees
Pure white snow...
Snow melting, icicles dripping
Ice cold water flowing
Down the hills and through the valley
That's all the snow for this year.
Categories:
blanking, seasons,
Form: Quintain (English)