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I Guess Most Are IMPRESSED...
By Poets Who Are Blessed...
With... Mental Capabilities...
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First there was a mothers voice
calming, with a warm sort of cadence
around to lift the mood and sing a song
around to guide and support
Giggles, laughter, and nonsensical conversations
A Beautiful smell dancing around the air resting in our souls and providing peace to our unsettled hearts. A smell that gives and gives, but scarcely do we see who has given us this gift.
In a choir of voices, a
Soloist
Is a tricky business.
We breathe as one,
More intimate than lovers, and
At the same time,
Not,--it's only what we're
A platform for Thespis and song,
I would like to thank the stage.
A barrier from audience and wrong,
I would like to thank the curtain.
A guide off the stage and on,
I would like to thank the lights.
Push. Push. Toss. Catch. Turn. Smile. Point. Breath. Don't let your feelings get the best of you.
I wish they knew how it feels to be me.
I wish I could cry for help, fall to the ground and…
I wish they knew that award ceremonies are lose-lose situations
Radiant light heats the body and begin to make it melt
Eyes set on the melting body watch its every movement
The melting essence speaks its words as its been told before
Notes float through the air.
It's unthinkable how much dots with stems can
change a mood,
a life,
a soul.
The right chord,
the right instrument,
the right dynamics
make the song come
Chest hurting
mind burning
the feeling
the yerning
I cant breathe
I cant think
heart racing
chest aching
mind blanking
hopes fading
I walk up
I step up
Crippled crying, face like paper,
pen that hinders and defies
a vision made by slender taper,
appalling to my watery eyes.
Chords that always come out rotten,
voice and string both shaking, shrill;
When I Perform
My spirit takes the world by storm.
The curtain opens and I ascend
up into the clouds.
I transform into a beautiful being.
Bright and loud.
My heart thunders up in front of a crowd.
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons
Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
stomach in knotts
heart racing
cant
breathe
this is my favorite feeling
its friday night and the lights are
oh so bright
my makeup and hair are done
to the "T"
Here I stand.
Only to be moved by a sturdy hand.
A force, a revolution.
Making us change, evolution.
Here I stand with others.
Against the words and hatred of our brothers.
Let me step in someone else's shoes
to be Alice for the time
I'll have all kinds of new friends and shrink smaller than a dime
We are told that what we do is not a sport
We are told that we are not athletes
Yet we are the ones that spend hundreds of hours working
Yet we are the ones that are sweating, sun burt and tired
It’s kind of funny how the first things you’re taught are the last things that matter.
In first grade I was taught that I could do absolutely anything with my life, even if I wanted to be super girl.
I take the stage
And my palms are sweating
The bass begins to beat
The light illuminates my skin
As a young girl
I ate bananas
to calm my nerves
Now I think it was all a trick
There is nothing we can do now. For we are in front of the silent crowd. The wind whistled and howled, as we stood still and proud. Until our name was called we stood nice and tall. Everyone would cheer, though it was hard to hear.
My heart is racing and
I think
I don't know why
my heart is racing
maybe the anticipation
of performing is running naked
through my head
What would they think?
Maybe they wouldn't like it
Center Stage
The light caresses my face
I open my mouth
And sound rushes out
Out across the crowd
But I only hear one sound
Their sound
The sounds of their hollers
