Poems from mssdancer15
the simplest things; pencil, paper, eraser. why is it so hard to sit and write or to tell people how we feel? there are simpler things...
Different.
People.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Get up again.
And again.
Class.
Gross food.
Friends.
Parties.
Boys.
Homework.
Study.
Finals.
Done...
Art is...
Everything we see. Everything we hear. It moves us. It...
what
leaves
(sad
ness
all
a
lone)
happ
i
ness
I’m standing behind a curtain, waiting for the music to begin. I try to go over the routine in my head; chaînés, assemble, tombe pas de...