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Dressed head to toe in handmade, sequined suits
The greatest sight anyone has ev’r seen,
Like hometown sports fans the crowd loudly roots
to her royal subjects, she is their 'queen'.
Every thread, stitched by my hand, can unravel, I think
Every step carries potential falls
I’ve draped myself in the guise of a fan-favorite
Covered my face with unnatural colors
Sit & wait silence plays
( in that space inside my head )
fantasies, good and bad
play out upon the stage.
Here it comes, from the wings
don't look back or it's all over
What’s wrong with me?
It’s not that big of a deal
People interact with strangers daily
Just make a joke and smile
It works almost all the time
White! Brilliantly bright, white!
Illuminating my very existence.
Every leap, every note, every flaw.
A circle that makes or breaks my future.
A circle that defines my presence.
Deep breaths, They say
It gets easier
Each step
My heart pounds
My palms sweat
My body shakes
with a mix of
I feel like I’m on the brink of something
Like I’m right on the edge
Like I’m right about to get to it
Like I’m right there on its tail
And I only have to reach my hand out
And take it...
To the roar of applause, I treadFor my inspiration, youFor their memory, them and theyThe ones who push meThey push meTo that place beyond myselfLimits, no moreThat I might reach their hearts
Going through the scales
That I remember so well
The callouses on my fingertips
There since childhood
You always remember your first violin
The squeaky strings
And stretched horse hair
The guitarist wrinkles his face
as he concentrates with dignity.
He flips the page on the stand,
and adjusts his fingers accordingly.
The acoustic guitar resonates
There it is:The familiar swirling of colors,The heat rising around,The faces.Everything is waiting. Time.Him(her).Them.They're all waiting for the first movement.The first word.The first color to be chosen. Like a swarm of butterflies the choices
I have within me, a secret piece of gold.Untouched by any other being,Yet observed by many.
Each night I show it off.Each night they see it.Each night they feel.
5, 6, 7, 8.Numbers, steps, lines, formations.Again.5, 6, 7, 8.Keep counting,Don't forget to smile,Watch where you're going.
Obsessed by what I'm supposed to be.
But aren't I supposed to be free.
Free to thrive
not only survive
in this world.
Always racing and chasing to succeed
based on greed.
Right here
Right here I stand
Right here
Right here I am
Right here, right here
I am right here
Look to your left
Look to your right
Try as you might, you wont see me flee
Step by step I walk up to my deathAll the confidence that was planted in my brain just leftDidn’t even touch the mic and I’m starting to sweat
The flowers fall to naked feet
thorns piercing thin flesh
crimson passion flows to the floor
A bow.
The hands beat one another
mashing of flesh in jubilee
curls at the ends of mouths
I sit and I stare
intense sunlight fires through the slits of my squinted lids
Like blinds I shutter out the most of it,
and trickling down are little specks of dust
Closer I look
The blinding lights make it impossible to see
The audience's faces floating in that black sea
The notes soar through the air then down to the ground
Her voice creating a beautiful, everlasting sound
I'm writing from the heart
To tell you I'm not special.
I don't deserve special treament.
I don't deserve your pity.
I don't need your pity.
I'm writing from the heart
Because of your maze without light
Don’t forget why i hate used books and broken pencils
Another day for nickels and dimes
Another day of why the corner is dry
Red as my worst nightmares
Cold sweat dripping down your neck.
keep cool, after this you're next.
remember the purpose of why you're present,
you can only show your nerves to a cerain extent.
bright lights, people's eyes, and shaking bones,
