Reverb

yeah, yeah, yeah

 

it was hard to leave the stage behind

it never made us any less or more

that spotlight always seemed to chase us
through the night like rain

 

to small apartments on unfamiliar streets
or a penthouse with dizzying attitudes

secret knocks on muffled doors 
skeleton key to the gates of sin

 

they bore gifts upon leather couchs 
incense , mirrors and drunken offerings

shallow smiles and pouted purrs

upon beds that never slept 

 

that smell of another morning

as you searched for a cigarette

trying to quiet the echoes

before doing it all over again  

Reviews

[Circe]

I think you really had to have lived it like you have to capture it in this way, the essence and soul... the loneliness in the freedom... one moment too beautiful to contain and to be held and so you move on to the next... even in the broken and wasted things you can find yourself there, and it seems to fit for a second.... special piece of writing this one.

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always in the spotlight...so where's my oscar?

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Exquisite...

[Dream Weaver]

Brother have you captured this sonnet well...
You must of read my mind with this one :)
outstanding my friend!

[Rossen]

Kinda like a backstage pass
smooth and subtle
fun read!

[LA Lorena]

Another masterpiece from your magic pen, although much darker than what I've come to expect of you. I like this other side Robin, you wear it well.

[paul]

dazzling. you seem to write in different styles. and get better and better

[Denise]

Sounds like living the single life...we need and crave the love and attention of others which is the stage and we are the actors. Acting out a life of love and sex and only playing a part to satisfy the audience (the people we come in contact with)...We all seem to relish the moments in our lives that we were single, yet really deep down we were only just lonely souls searching for an end, but cycling through what has only seemed to increase that loneliness...endless, meaningless sex and empty relationships. Perfectly written!

[Ladysue]

what fantastic images..especially in the first verse...'secret knocks on muffled doors..skeleton key to the gates of sin' very well written...

[Desert Dreamer]

Somehow I caught a glimpse of my past in this...hmmm...the details are different but the feeling is the same, yes, I was there once.

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Outstanding! One could not describe the nature of self destruction any better with so little wording.

Reverb...Echo...Repeat...
Sin...Selfishness...DESTRUCTION!