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Anya Nov 2018
Some say to fear the dark
Yet, unlike day
It offers a sense of comfort
Enveloped within
A blanket of invisible space
Free from searching eyes
And the terrifying
spotlight
FallenKing Nov 2018
Dance with me in the moonlight
And let the night fade away
Like a star shinning in the spotlight
Out of reach, but within my gaze

Dance with me in the moonlight
Until the night turns to day
Illuminate the shadows in the twilight
Be the north star that gives my life an aim
Tristan Brown Oct 2018
Man quiets his voice
Silence's spotlight open
Nature grabs it quick
Avery Sep 2018
I won't sit here and say I don't want fame
Not a word of fake humility meant to draw applause
For tho' I hide away from the spotlight
I won't say I haven't dreamt of the blinding glow
Brian McDonagh Aug 2018
My audience in my head
Always expecting a thrill from me.
I even imagine a cartoon youth
Sitting at a desk and doing nothing
But writing out the actions of my life
As they occur.
I could only imagine
What the audience in my mind
Thinks of my life up to this point!
What would they critique or suggest I adjust?
My sound?
My setting?
Yes, how can I satisfy my imagination
Instead of my own person using my imagination?
From my poetry journal; written on 7/4/18
Sam Jul 2018
His heart never heuristic
Spilled ink blanketed the table
Everyday he fell in love with her
Never did she feel the same
His eyes had grown empty
Hollowed by reality
Even in the spotlight
He could never shine bright enough
Silverflame May 2018
With a smile on your mouth
I see the evening breathing out
Calling my long lost name

And while I don't you recall
I hear you whisper, while I fall
Pouring memories down the drain

I tried to make you understand
You need to leave wonderland
The lion still kills without claws

But you crashed with the reality
Leaving strangers with serenity
Drowning in the final applause
mysa Apr 2018
the heat of the spotlight
shines on my face
searing off the fear
and melting away my skin that hosted the lies of the day
to reveal the raw truth
that is my gift
this was a mess of a poem, one that's being added to the evergrowing pile of things i'll regret later.
Erica R Garcia Apr 2018
A woman came in today and told us the mistakes she had made
How she watched her opportunities fade
And the dreams she pushed aside
How she ******* up just following the tide
And it got me thinking about life
The dream: a car, a house, a wife
How little it all means
The white fence, the rowdy teens
If you gave up on your goal
And you lost yourself as a whole
She told us about canvases that sit empty
And poetry that has yet to run free
Was that how life was supposed to go
Looking back on the past, wishing you had said no
I hope that’s not true
Not for me and at least not for you
Your future's so bright
So please never stop chasing that spotlight
We had a poet come into our creative writing class and speak to us and she went on a long rant about how she wished she hadn't become a teacher so she could have focused on her art. It just got me thinking that you shouldn't settle in life.
Meadow Jan 2018
I feel like a fraud
Because this image was built up around me
As if I am this thing to be admired

Now this was the doing of others
But I encouraged it
Because I was desperate to be different
To be special

The spotlight was on me, so I took it an ran
As if that one chance was a shift
And from that point on I was a breakout star

But one moment doesn't change a thing
And just as quickly as I was brought to the top
I have been knocked down

And I feel like a fraud
Because others had to work hard to earn
What was once handed to me

And the second I felt what they did
I cried and complained
Instead of learning to earn my place
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