Isabelle Parkes Poems

Bright lights and a stage and the bold silhouettes
Of the rock gods we pray to by singing along.
You ain’t seen nothing, don’t sit down just yet.
If your pulse isn’t racing then something’s gone wrong,
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The rain comes down hard but you choose to get wet
So another doesn’t have to feel cold,
You deserve so much more but you take what you get;
The dirt so she possesses the gold.
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The second hand’s stalking the fabric of time,
The minutes are busy keeping track of this rhyme,
And all the promises this place holds makes the roof start to cave in.
Now you’re stuck at the end, you don’t know where to begin…
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Look around, don’t you see anything
Besides the things you want to see?
Perhaps you don’t, I’ll be your eyes,
Watch and learn, believe
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Do they hand out my secrets on street corners now?
What gave it away, a twisted man’s hands?
The look on my face when I refused to bow
To a ridiculous power on stage. There he stands;
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Who do you think I am when I wake you up in the middle of the night?
What do you think I’ll do when you look at me with such a momentary fright?
A thin sheen of sweat and your heart beat too rapid,
Your hand inside mine, the one thing that is placid,
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People remind me no man is an island, so I guess that makes me a state.
These people love so many, even the ones they should probably hate.
I don’t want advice from people who can’t take it,
Like I don’t want life lessons from people who fake it.
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If there is only one thing to know, let it be this;
In your absence, I hope you notice

The sun’s not as bright as it once was,
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Your vision is blurred and your legs start to ache,
But to keep running blindly is the choice that you make,
With fear under your skin and a chill on your path,
And shadows on walls dividing by half,
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Neon lights and flashing signs,
Ten-feet ads, looking mighty fine,
I hear he’s singing there tonight,
I hear she dumped him, she was right,
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