Drama Poems
83. Distinction
by Kea Campbell
I can't hear my thoughts so I need a pen and paper.
But here you are, reading this from your Instagram feed, with the privilege of being a brain-rot fiend.
What you're reading on your screen reflects a few parts of me, an embodiment of my past, and someone I vowed to never be.
It's confusing to see all sides of me at once with a plus one of doppelgänger Kea.
So just imagine how I might feel when my mind is a deadbeat while my heart searches for the call of The King.
You consume my digital footprint and claim to know the real me.
I find that impressive without us ever having a conversation.
Nonetheless unbiased and preconceived-free.
......
Phantom, I Reckon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Who the figure from out of dark dreams-
Where she flees in terror and silently screams?
With the looks of a demon! What a heart of love!
And passion for the opera which plays above.
Tears of music fall from his eyes;
A face so tragic, he wears a disguise.
Lonely in love, Phantom's got the blues.
Well, I guess that's nothing new.
......
Fizet's Demise
by Gabrielle Allard
There once was a simple man, lowly born
In a time of war between clan
The red might of the English
The fortress of a french parish
This man made his fortune, selling corn
Fizet the merchant saw opportunity
Louisbourg was on the edge of the sea, hungry for unity
The life of a soldier is so cold, empty of pleasure
The sea has a bite so bold, it leaves you with despair so sure
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A Cosmic Drama
by AiR - Atman in Ravi
Nothing is real; it's a Cosmic Drama
We are just actors; we come and we go
There will be laughter; there will be tears
Such is the Cosmic Show…
It's a drama you see
Whatever will be, will be
Our role we must do, you see
What will be will be
Nothing is real; it's just a dream
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my friends and I like to talk Shit.
by Jane Doe
shit,
I've been sitting in the middle of this room for too long.
For six months or so.
shit.
It's starting to get really hot in here, do you feel that?
Its hotter than before.
Shit...
Does it seem tighter in here to you?
Maybe the walls are closing in.
Shit!
......
83. Distinction
by Kea Campbell
I can't hear my thoughts so I need a pen and paper.
But here you are, reading this from your Instagram feed, with the privilege of being a brain-rot fiend.
What you're reading on your screen reflects a few parts of me, an embodiment of my past, and someone I vowed to never be.
It's confusing to see all sides of me at once with a plus one of doppelgänger Kea.
So just imagine how I might feel when my mind is a deadbeat while my heart searches for the call of The King.
You consume my digital footprint and claim to know the real me.
I find that impressive without us ever having a conversation.
Nonetheless unbiased and preconceived-free.
......
Words from a Woman
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Mrs. Holloway polishes her poetry dimly,
Regaling herself with the accoutrements of
Selected poetry, cluttered and less jinxed
By way of satanic slamming by famished,
Idle critics who read The New York Times
Just once in a sugared year.
She chooses her stanzas locally.
By that I mean her stanzas nurse patience,
Drifting from gossips to loose, impotent
Talks held when midnights ail.
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Fizet's Demise
by Gabrielle Allard
There once was a simple man, lowly born
In a time of war between clan
The red might of the English
The fortress of a french parish
This man made his fortune, selling corn
Fizet the merchant saw opportunity
Louisbourg was on the edge of the sea, hungry for unity
The life of a soldier is so cold, empty of pleasure
The sea has a bite so bold, it leaves you with despair so sure
......
my friends and I like to talk Shit.
by Jane Doe
shit,
I've been sitting in the middle of this room for too long.
For six months or so.
shit.
It's starting to get really hot in here, do you feel that?
Its hotter than before.
Shit...
Does it seem tighter in here to you?
Maybe the walls are closing in.
Shit!
......
Phantom, I Reckon
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Who the figure from out of dark dreams-
Where she flees in terror and silently screams?
With the looks of a demon! What a heart of love!
And passion for the opera which plays above.
Tears of music fall from his eyes;
A face so tragic, he wears a disguise.
Lonely in love, Phantom's got the blues.
Well, I guess that's nothing new.
......
