Put in the hours

Put In The Hours 

~Miss A.


Here I see her on the screen, on the stage gracing her expressions,

And here I am, in the audience, with a gentle smile for entertainment,

Glistering through the images, I had once, for you lived both worlds,

Scared and fighting to remember the next moves, all forgotten suddenly,

The hooting is an assurance, a stance for more confidence to let you get it,

All in seconds mind can't remember, but the body flows, a moment of sigh.


I'm hooting for you too, even though next seat radiates no damn, 

Don't worry just I'm just in time, I can see though, but not everyone can,

Beneath the layer of foundation, there's a constant shiver, restlessness turning rhythm,

The audience sits as the judge, posing their understanding, not the hours behind,

After the first act, I see you fully, keeping behind the worries and concentrating,

On the moments now and only, feels like life, feels like you've been slumber. 


For the second act, the differences between the performer and the audience closes,

We bond as if we are trying to hold souls into using art as a method, two parts still,

Like unfortunately fortunate characters painted by Michelangelo, to break the glass,

I picture me next to you, dancing next to you in sync and different, the joy breaks in,

Crafts and folks, you and I indifferent, and yet we are strangers, how does it do that,

Chasing the pillars for depth, hoping to see it in pursuit, hoping to hug the nerves,

It's to respect you, I stand giving you my utmost respect, other's don't have to know.


The curtain falls down, the spotlight fades, and the begins the third act,

As I see through the memoir lane, rushing back, asking for validation,

Having an open space, for people keep coming and says thing that hurl the senses,

The rhythm fades away, but spotlight gets brighter, sealing words as impressions,

Stamp with try again or not; been on best and worst criticism, but either,

They keep separating into albums marked favorites, hoping to never visit again,

With guilt and pleasure, all of the hours put in, not being crazy to do the sake.


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