Playbill Poems - Poems about Playbill

...I will step outside, into the sun. Leaving the shadows behind. No time to waste, on the run. There is something that I must find. My heart is open to seek the light, Forcing the darkness to fa......Read the rest...

...If we were a beach then you would be the sand, diamond warmth, and I the shingle underfoot. If we were a pen then I would be invisible ink, and you a permanent marker, fluorescent. If we we......Read the rest...

...I’m tapping my feet to the music escaping an old man’s saxophone On main street I can feel the raindrops hit my hand I roll them in my palms like marbles From my childhood They apologize to me ......Read the rest...

...December. My coldest winter ever. My slow descent into destruction, my epic battle with the devil. Thought I’d never meet her. Wondered if I would make it out. Got so used to being co......Read the rest...

...The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide note in the Underwood ......Read the rest...

...Playbill: Sept 8, 2001 Time gives a bifocal view to the written scenes of life. Mental screams of past strife. Broken pencils lead to scenes being inked, unable......Read the rest...

...It was one of those days…not great! I went to the mailbox, there to find A playbill dated September 8. I could not tell for sure, half blind. It seemed like a bill for raking the leaves. Perhaps......Read the rest...

...There they sit, those mocking reminders, on my nightstand table. I wish I could just throw them out, but I find that I am unable. There they sit, reminding me, of the life that we once shared, Bef......Read the rest...

...An innocence we used to know As morning dourly turns to night Entombed beneath an ashen snow A cell phone yearning for hello With hopes of answer growing slight An innocence we used to know ......Read the rest...

...Locked within memories of happy times. Fun we had that night Bought a new cell phone, hate wearing new pair bi focals. broke a pencil signing name on a playbill for" Tarza......Read the rest...

...Just like you to make a last minute date, leaving me a quickly scribbled note, before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election-- I remember you snapping it apart when ......Read the rest...

...It began as a lovely September, 2001, at least, it should have been..... somewhere lost in the crossfire, between summer and fall days growing short, and evenings long But, things now warpe......Read the rest...

...I stepped in for my first colonoscopy. I was nervous everyone could see I had a choice to be awake or put out if I was skittish...but no not me I chose the former so I could watch my own ass on T......Read the rest...

...Evil’s Bookends Sept 8, 2001, 7:30PM The limo arrives the concierge opens the doors to a clear cool night in the city, a first Broadway Play. A cell phone call, a Playbill tucked between a......Read the rest...

...The New York skyline glimmered in the sun Saw September 8th 2001 was printed on the playbill in her hand Happily she sought her name written there At long last she had achieved top billing Singi......Read the rest...