My name's Stevie (as in Nicks) Larenne (as in Ralph), I'm 15 years old and I've been writing poetry for forever. This is the first poem I'm posting so please be gentle:)
The hotel door creaks open just a bit.
He takes a few heedful steps into
The Cement Abyss of New York.
Yellow sunshine and black designer loafers.
Gingerly journeying down the pavement
So as not to caress the senses of the pedestrians.
It’s a fragile idol’s enchantment,
Suddenly shattered by
“Hey look! It’s…”
Then they are upon him.
Mouths agape, touching and staring at him,
Devouring him slowly like walking candy.
They don’t even know him really,
These mutilated minds with their inverted thoughts.
He reluctantly smiles the mandatory false smile,
Teeth all ivory finesse.
Hoping they’ll tire of him, decide he’s imperfect,
Stop drinking his soul in sweet little sips with their cameras,
Enjoying every morsel until they reach his