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Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
It's time to go on stage
This will be the final stand
Let us hear
Let us see
Let his voice sing
Make us understand
What it's like to be in a cage
That desire to be free
Let us lose fear
Let us find our start
Let his voice ring
In every single heart
Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
A fear builds in me
For all I can see is you
But I am too blind
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
What did you mean?
That they are all just dreams?
But not everything is as it seems.
Do you know what I mean?
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
A Wise Old Sage carries a cane
And those will feel shame
For calling him insane
With or without, it's the same
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Why is this tragic?
"We reap what we sew"
Even if it ended in failure
Did you not see your face glow?
As you held that fabric
And then started to weave....
You made that suit
Not only that, it's cute
That's why you became a Tailor
You must believe in your own sleeve
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
We aren't quite done.
We still have to do this one.
Aw, look at those eyes.
They just saw their demise.
Don't be terrified my child.
We are just releasing you into the wild.
Thought I'd try something new compared to what I normally write about. It was early on in my career, but I wasn't quite sure if this writing style suited me. I hung on to this poem though, so I thought it was worth sharing.
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Mother
Father
Brother
And then we have
Sister?
It would sound weird
If it was "sisther"
But why separate her?
She did nothing
To deserve this hate
Blood has made them
The Same
But she has her
Own Name
And I'll tell you
Now
That's not lame
This is a minor note here but I wrote this poem in two different ways. I liked the vertical version the most between the two which is what you see here, but the other version kept a lot of the lines together like lines 1-3 were all one line and lines 6-7 were also one line. The words are the same, but I thought I'd note it here.
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