T.R.A.N.C.E. (Trance)

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

Really Zoned.
Against No Notions.
Creativity Rulez.

He's not blind,
He arrived,
Fine and alive,
He survived.
Upon size and hype,

Tonight we ignite,
The inside,
With delight,
In the midnight,
To invite the spotlight,
And not devide,
But unite.
I Tried to ride,
Spite the fright,
I now hide from what is right,
So give me an inch of light,
So I can grow wings and gain flight,
If I fall I'll bounce back,
I'll rise above the helpless, T.R.A.N.C.E.

It's alright, I deliberate:
Not so tight or tilted to the right,
I fancy how you walk upright.
Is it the hills or everything fits so fine?
I like how you make me feel,
Like the mystic guy I saw in a reel.
We feel too real to be true,
I hope this is not a dream.
Suddenly her form starts twisting,
And lo, it was a TRANCE.

  • Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym), Mason Vollman, Fax, Jou Wilder
  • Visible: All lines
  • Published: June 5th, 2024 00:57
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
  • Invited: Public (any user can participate)
  • Comment from author about the poem: C Whatever Else U Can Add, My Fellow Poetz.
  • Category: Surrealist
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