ACE'S THOUGHTS

Showtime, the crowd is hyped for the acts,
Among them is one who hopes for their moment just as the others do,
One by one, they stride to the stage,
One by one, the crowd is entertained,
Their cheers are never the same, but they are never lacking either,
They wait, excited, ready, and completely confident,
The act before just killed it, and they want more,
Winding down and yet there they stand, still backstage,
How many more until I get that sweet moment in the spotlight?
Not even a moment, a second,
I cannot compare to the previous ones, but I still put my entire heart into it, never lacking or holding back!
Do I even deserve a chance in the spotlight,
Maybe I’m not a bid deal like I hoped to be.
….sorry I couldn't reach you expectations….sorry I’m a act that won’t impress….s..sorry….for my nothingness….


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It’s past one in the morning,
All of the acts have moved on, yet they still sit in the back, waiting for their turn,
He killed it, she killed it, man, woman, child, and loving ones have all killed it out there,
The crowd has passed, and the crew have done their job,
But they still haven’t gotten that moment in that moment in the spotlight,
Festering and floods of emotion fill and stir,
To Hell with the crowd! I don’t need them!
The spotlight doesn’t shine anymore, but I’m gonna make it shine, just for me,
The single flip of the switch, and a brilliant ray of light emerges to the stage, and they flow to it,
They look to the many open seats,
The crowd is empty, but I don’t care!
And with that, they gave their performance. And they gave it not only all they had, but ten times more,
Every word spoken, every tune set, and every movement made,
They could only hear their own loud breathing, the show was over,
They heard no cheering, but they knew they were amazing,
But why do I still feel so empty?
And their it was, loud and clear,
It resonated so loudly due to the shape of the building, but it was loud either way,
*Ba-boom,ba-boom*
Their heart, it beat in the whole room, and its rhythm was enjoyable, but it was as lonely as they were now,
They hit the switch and made their way off the stage, swung the back door open, and slammed it shut,
The street outside was still busy, but they just didn’t care,
They felt the wall that they rested against, and on a surge of emotion, swung that left hook at the stronger foe,
The pain was clear, but they just didn’t care as a steady stream of blood decorated the semi clean wall, and their previously clean hand,
Only a grunt escaped as they dropped to their knees with hands gripped onto fists,
With a teary gaze, they looked to the sky, and saw something just as lonely as themselves,
The large orb in the sky shone back a calming light, which was completely different than the spotlight they craved,
They couldn’t help but tear and let out a smile at the companion they had just met,
With a blooded hand raised,reaching out to the sphere high above, knowing it would be impossible, bit that didn’t stop them,
I-its going to be my time next, and I’m aiming for the top, no one will keep me from it,
And with a hand gripping their heart, they closed their eyes and smiled a small smile,
It beats, but whose is it beating for?


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I remain


In the new store sits a shiny tin man,
Crafted skillfully by a gentle hand,
Armor so shiny, no place for a stain
He sits on the shelf, where he is happy to remain,
Over a decade later, the knight stood,
“Todays the day I’m going to leave", he just knew he would,
The grin on his face grew and his heart a loft
With the sight of a tender one, who may carry him off,
The shine of his armor caught the eye on the tender one,
The shopkeep reaching for the knight, feeling his time there was done,
The tender one smiled and peered into the shiny armor,
The knight couldn’t help but smile at her,
She held it with care, for a time that felt almost magic,
But the knight opened his eyes to something tragic,
His shining armor still shone and lit,
But his chest plate now a huge scratch, his helmet had split,
The shopkeep patted the tender one for a reassure,
“There is so much this one can endure"
The knight was put back on his shelf,
He turned to the window to take at himself,
He was shocked to see the condition, his chest plate, his head,
But was saddened to see the tender one leaving with the space cowboy instead,
It was nearly two decade that had past,
The knight finally adjusting from his encounter of last,
His armor patched but a large scar remained,
His helmet lost, left a feeling of shame,
A steady drip from the roof, over years left a stain,
He waits on the high shelf, where he feels he must remain,
His grin seemed to lose some of its shine,
Until the sight of a joyous one, he knew he would be just fine,
The joyous one smiled and pointed out the knight,
Her energy at first was quite a sight,
Every day she came, and the knight smiled on the shelf,
Hoping he would be chosen and be joyous himself,
For a brief moment, that dream nearly came true,
Until the joyous one, did something he did not expect her to do,
She placed him back on the shelf, under the roof’s cracked slit,
Then she shared her joy, and took a baseball bat, ball,and mitt,
He watched as the one held what he thought was trust,
Instead he found the scar growing, and his armor shining on the path to rust,
The second decade approaches, and the knight half worn,
The shopkeep saved him from severe rust, but his heart an unmendable torn,
He stood and watched, other items time had come and went,
Was his time on the top shelf all and spend,
His eyes raised up to a sight unbelieve,
A loving one who’s sights set on the tin knight, something he would never foresee,
She smiled and held him much more soft than the tender one,
And her joy if compared to the past, shone brighter than the sun,
His heart hurt, and broken yes,
But unmended was a thing not achieved yet,
He smiled as she polished his armor tone,
Once again, the armor shone,
He believed this time was perhaps the one,
He would be with the loving spirit, with joy like the sun,
But he looked at a mirror, a final look to himself,
He turned to her, then back to his shelf,
She was joy, and all things he admired,
But he feared he would become something undesired,
With a gaze at the old shelf with the old water stain,
“Up there in my safe place, maybe endure more pain…where do I remain?"


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Heart Strings


I was the clock, freshly wound up
Slowly ticking, through the motions of a new journey
The first day I ticked, I was answered by a sweet sound
A shining new bell had appeared before me
The bell said she loved the noise, tick, tick
But the truth was her chime was far the more sweeter
Never once our eyes to have met, yet my heart without her chime was sick
The more noise I made, the more she made
Our eyes unneeded
With only our sounds, we opened a new world
Our souls resonated
One day, not a chime was heard
In return, not a tick was to escalate
The vale of blindness broken, when sound was no longer enough
A new bond was made
The bell shined like the sound she graced
But the simple I knew, my sound was stale
She chimed to me many,many times in joy
I did not deserve the removal of the vale
Two worlds apart, yet sound brought a joy
Only sound a connection, a great path maker shows a new way
Our worlds, peers,and limitations keep us away
A special place in my heart, not matter who I reside, shall shine for you each day