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
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...