A.B. Black Waltz
A.B. Black Waltz Poems
The people crowd the streets
As they see painted faces pass by
Little men roll as maidens prance
As the circus master invites them
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Sitting, sitting, waiting for the music to stop
The music plays over and over again
My eyes wander, my sight blurred
My mouth lets out whispers and sighs
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Tonight is different from any other nights.
Tonight, I celebrate my existence.
I sit here by the seashore watching nothing but the magnificence of the moon.
How often can one see the moon at its full bloom?
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I sit here as I wait for the old record to stop.
Its music plays over and over again.
My eyes wander as my sight became vague by tears.
My mouth lets out whispers and sighs.
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Even if my eyes are closed
I hear the rain again
Hear it outside my bedroom
My room turns cooler than it was
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No more angry static to be heard
From the mobile phones we used.
No more of your voice
to identify you: even as imaginary.
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I wish to feel your chest as it rises and falls;
Summoning the air
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A.B. Black Waltz Biography
-a nostalgia stricken lass who has no definite path to her future. -a woman who leaves anything to Lady Luck and is the promotor of the phrases *bahala na*... -an obsessed AYANAMI fan... -a hater of *chick lits and flicks*... WARNING: When encountering such things mentioned above, massive vomiting occurs. -hates love stories but still has a boyfriend named after a comical black cat...(peace tyo bhie! ^^) -wanted to an adventurous life but still feel things are too boring. -does almost anything to make art in me alive... -blah, blah, blah, blah -i'm late and I'M LAAAAATE! ! ! -another typical pre-teen drama queen who has a good potential to be the only human camellion, great in hiding or mixing with the background.. (e.i. I don't stand out that much...))
The Best Poem Of A.B. Black Waltz
Grand Circus
The people crowd the streets
As they see painted faces pass by
Little men roll as maidens prance
As the circus master invites them
To the fortress of unseen talents
A clown, the clown is smiling
Yet he hides his face behind the paint
Hiding from the paint and that eerie smile
His eyes are blunt and depressed
I expected radiance, glitter and shimmer
Fire, there is the hot fire
As a woman spits it out for amusement
She speaks with her mouth to her lover
Caught him prancing with other maidens
He was burned with her fire
The tamer grew up with his lion
He grewup with the king; his bestfriend
Yet he seemed superior to his majesty
The king has been dethrowned
By a friend, is he really a friend?
The young boy, a mere young boy
Looked at the circus with awe
He thought of joining the merry men
The danger, the happiness, he thought of it
Just to give pleasure to people and to himself
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