Ballet
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It amazes me how some people are able to make their bodies move,
And how they work countless hours in an empty studio to try and improve.
Some people change because of pain, for better or worse,
We all possess a light side within us
and dance in it in the best of times
When I was little I luxuriated in you
Let your legs carry me up trees and into castles
Past fire breathing dragons
And over sidewalk chalk
You danced me in ballet class
With my head held high
dear Lover,
I played Odile when you wanted Odette--
but Melpomene would agree that the best
romances perform as tragedies
I think you knew we were the same girl
Dear Mrs. Lisa,
I hope I never let you down,
Though I know I could be quite a handful back then.
I remember when I was just a kid
It was not the act but the feeling:
Intoxicated by the way feet glided
across our small favela, the floor almost as black as my skin.
I miss the form. The elegant beauty of the landscape. That's what I'll call it,
The landscape
It was like a landscape
Long and lean, tended to
Graceful and wind blown
Twirl, twirl on the stage, light as air
Satin cages that hide the despair
Scars and Blisters causing pain
Of a dreams that will soon wain
Take off those satin cages and breathe
Tutus and tiny slippers
running onstage
hopeful
the encore resonates.
Bounces to a higher level
no trepidation
glide into position
The smell of cookies fills the air,
And viewers rush to find a chair.
The curtain rises, stage is set
Nothing moves onstage as of yet.
So let me introduce to you
Whether I am warming up by myself
Or auditioning in front of my teachers to prove myself
The sense that I feel as I dance is inspiration.
At the barre, I practice countless plies, tendus, and frappes
To spill the anger burning inside,
To caress the heart crying,
To impede the endless thinking of mine,
To prevent myself from dying.
To cherish the precious memories made,
I am beautiful
dancing across the stage
flawless
stealing your heart
broken
I am broken
pink tights hide bandaid's
bandaid's hide scars
scars
scars from cuts
across my hips
When the lights are shining down on you
You finally realize that what you have worked for
Strived for all year
Comes down to a mere three minutes on stage
So you leave your heart on the stage
The bun upon my head,
Sleek and aerodynamic.
They may think my style is a fad,
Changing and passing with time.
Though It's classic,
Pure and genuine.
I'm behind the stage waiting for the curtain count.........
I am in first position,
I am eager, but I'm having a bad disposition.
Everyone is up on toe.
All eyes are in a row.
I'm behind the stage waiting for the curtain count.........
I am in first position,
I am eager, but I'm having a bad disposition.
Everyone is up on toe.
All eyes are in a row.
The world is on fire
The cosmos did not mean to be in flames
The passion of ballet
I dedicate my life to it
And when I go on Pointe
the blood will rush through my feet
as I rise trying to grow older
New ballet shoes,
from many to choose.
To help me dance,
I knew at first glance.
The pair I wanted, I saw,
Sitting sweetly on the shelf without a flaw.
At that moment outcame the ballerina in me,
Oda a La Danza
Una Memoria Bella
Danza, danza, danza
Hay mucha vida en sólo una palabra
Vida les da a los bailarines
O, danza danza danza
I didn’t know at first.
First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
Small movements in the fingertips...
A slight raise of the chin...
Delicate steps onto the stage...
A glittering smile to greet her prince....
A lovely flower hidden
In the inelegant ground
Slowly starts with ease
To grace us with her show
We see her bright green
Then we know
She wants to be
A graceful blossom
Many may think that ballet is an easy feat to conquer
When it is actually an unconquerable perfection.
Dancers are pummeled physically and mentally
In order to create a flawless performance.
He watched her dance,
she twirled on her toes,
and leapt through the air.
He had no idea the strength it took,
the pain that made her heart give way.
Then she fell,
like a broken doll,
the ladies of the foam
prepare for the dance
their legs kicking
higher
as they stretch to the sky
the ladies of the foam
start the opening number
slowly
Stretched into a pirouette Porcelain arms above her head Pristine balance and tight bunned hair A trickle of salt water dread The lace toe shoe grips the edge Atop the orange lip of God Sprawling below is dark abyss She could fall with just a prod
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I am the one who everyone calls short
I am the one who often needs support
I am the black ballet who dreams
My dreams are real
My hopes are precious
My hard work is golden
One, two, three, four.Arms in the airand spin, spin, spin around awhile.Stop a minute to runand leap in the air.Land back downon the groundand hear the applauseall around.
Courage, the pride of a lion. The heart of a marine. Something everyone strives to acheive, but many fail. Is courage best earned when it is ignited from love, anger, or fear. The costs can be high but the reward is sweet.
Before I step on the spotlight, I dip my pointe shoes on Rossin.
Adrenaline pumps my blood and my senses change; I am not myself anymore.
Once the melody strikes, the brain doesn't think, it feels and creates something beautiful.
A glass ballerina
Sits on the ground. Her
Arms form a loop
Above her head. Her face
Is raised towards the sky,
Watching the world above.
Light sparkles off her
Transparent body and creates
I enter the theatre once more
Ready to watch the pink satin glide across the floor.
Only now I know what happens inside those shoes of satin,
the hard shank and box seize the toes and prepare to flatten.
To him who finds freedom,
Beauty, and grace in Dance: she holds him
In a warm embrace. She removes
All confusion and doubt and fear
From his mind and casts it from him.
She lightens his darker moods;
