Something always brings me back to
Dancing in the living room, all alone and happy
Something always whispers to my ear that
I'm no more but a spectacle, a parlor show and, sadly,Something in me always holds the cymbals in between my palms
Waiting to be wound up, playing tunes to
Deaf and active ears
I guess it's the magician in me to put up all these mirrors,
Reflecting personalities then absorbing it within me
I'll pull out of my mouth a hundred different colored cloths
And write to you in poetry and metaphor and simile
Before I'll actually tell you how I feel about you
A masquerading reveler, putting glitter on my mask for
Blind and active eyes
Trapeze my way into a glass ceiling, unwilling to break it,
My disco ball lights illuminate the room around you
I put the flaming sword inside my mouth and wait for the applause
Because I thought the cheers and praises were all I would amount to
And when I walked home unnoticed, with no fire in my footstep
I lived in paranoia, thinking I was disappointing these
Dead and active limbs
I never did it for myself; the show was always for you, viewers
But if they can burn down discos in Quezon city and call them haunted
Then my spirit roams around all I haven't pleased with my performance
Then my spirit lives within a boy who desperately wanted to be wanted
But no matter how many hours I take putting the stage make up on me
Something always brings me back to dancing in the living room,
Alone and happy, with no one but myself to satisfy
Oh, these blind and active eyes
Read more poems like this in my poetry collection "If I Can See You When I Pass Away." You can order it via https://aidanbernales.carrd.co or through my social media accounts: aidanreuel on IG and Facebook.
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poems inspired by folklore
Poetrythis is a collection of poems i made inspired by the tracks on folklore. i posted all of these on my poetry Instagram page @poemsbyaids. you can check it out there!