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Small.
I began as a shy and scared student.
But you slowly brought me from the shadows and taught me to be myself.
You gave me the power to sing and dance for hundreds.
I wish I could draw
But I pulled the short straw
I can explain the woman’s translucent face
But others will see her as another race
Poetry-an expressive respectable art
How do I express?
Where to start?
Just so you know-I'm not Mozart
To organize my thoughts or to be scattered
Don't put one self on a a silver platter.
Every year since kindergarten,
We begin with a journal entry.
Entering our thoughts on our day,
and writing for over a whole century.
I am a juggler
World class and running out of hands
Losing balance as the clock applauds
Violently behind me.
Time, like sleep is an unattainable luxury
Something saved for the far more fortunate
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
I watch the clock move backward,
Minutes go by in the blink of an eye,
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
There goes life.
While time slows,
I pick up my pace.
Another year to go,
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....
Chemical reactions determine how I shape my words on this page.
Internal flickers and quarks determine how many times I blink while processing my thoughts.
Kendall Davis
Scholarship
April 30, 2014
Music To Me
I hear instruments playing in the wind
As the day starts to end
I feel the warm lights on my skin
I hear the voices of impatient souls
I see the opposing character to my side
And I can just taste this sweet tasting goal
Every since I was a little girl
One Job, Just oneCould potentially change my lifeOne such an insignificant numberCould change someone’s life?My life would no longer be a slumberI would no longer have to dream or even be some man’s wife
All of a sudden you’re hit
You think of an idea with wit
Stare at the screen
Don’t make a scene
But silently say “Yes, that’s it!”
You write and act and edit
You upload and then wait a bit
If I could have just one job to fill me with graceIt would be the power to put emotion into ones faceIt would be terror in silenceheart breats in heart attacks
Like the caged chimp I sitWaiting for evolution to carry me on.The metal bars chill me to the bone.
Though the atmosphere closes in on me, I feel withdrawn.
And I can’t help but grit my teeth
Hear those trumpets scream and shrill
Hear that bass so cool and chill
Listen to the trombones sliding
Back and forth
and forth and back
Listen to the saxes how sultry they sound
War.War within myself,War surrounds me.Inside I'm freedom,but self-made bonds are magnetizing me.
There was constant sobbing
That could not be held in any longer
They sat on their bed looking at their body
They knew that they were not worth the effort
They didn't want to belong on this planet
Between what makes a snowflakeItself and a species
is a recklessness(and something deeper)
that only a soulcan know; I wonder
how many?
How many sparks(between the lines)
More performance!
Longer legs and point your feet,
Remember the lower body details!
Watch for the starts and stops,
Stay in step!
Maintain spacing, too many drill issues.
Rifles be confident,
What I would like to see
Consists of greater funding of three.
The first builds upon creativity.
The second trains many, for jobs.
The Third explains everything.
First, is seen everywhere,
Some think music aint'
no good for learning in school,
but it's good knowledge.
I sit inside our little white box room
Without windows, inhaling the mold.
My classmates and I are filled with gloom,
As the arctic AC makes us catch cold.
We beg and we plead for funds we need
Why is it that a school could feel like prison
an institution where there's no one to listen
We are denied of expression
if it's not a calculus lesson
Where the funding goes elsewhere
What I would Say,
If I could say
would be daring
and bold
and new
and maybe a little bit different too.
I would say how you have gotten rid of the best
the cream of the crop.
Come on
Only 5 more minutes
What have I learned today
Focus
The focus is on sports
And new Mac books in the library
And flat screen TVs in the cafe
4 more minutes
Poetic justice which
Whispers in my thoughts
Soft influence
Leads me to my own conclusions
No wrong answers
Indiscernible meanings
Inspirations-
Lead me to always have
Aspirations-
Our Devotion to the ever changing world of technology, science, medicine, and math is an incredible thing to witness.
People everywhere are going to become doctors, scientists, architects, etc.
...But Where is the Arts?
My brother way more than a friend, to think you wouldn't be here till the end. To see your face, feel your warm embrace would dry up all my tears.
The houses of the holy made from rotting pine and ichor
the soft sinew of fallen things abounds
the stench of decomposing things could palpitate a figure
in miasmatic rapture from the grounds
I have always lived in a world of fantasy
unicorns, mermaids, werewolf's, monsters.
The thoughts and hopes and dreams of a child
feeling beyond her years.
Being made from pataches of different colors
The moment I heard the first note of the measure, I knew that this would affect me forever. It was serenity it was peace it was magic. It was everything I wanted and I had to have it.
This morning I died.
Earth abruptly ceased, carrying me to my end.
Solace of the pomegranate
Scented air captured me completely.
The dime-sized wound trickled
A crimson essence so pure it must be heaven.
Fortune tellers have never appealed to me
Last resort to find your bicycle
It's more that materialistic drama
I can not seem to find a piece (peace)
