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The lapse is finally found... No utterance, no sound. What “love” there was amongst this feud... Was sorely mistaken & totally rude.  A whisper, a laugh, a killing joke...
A boy prances on the theatre stage His pirouettes piqued my next mind's page His pretty face sets my eyes to him It takes such might to unglue them   He turns, and twists and jumps so high
The lights, they beam down with powerful visibility. The stage, outstretched and lonely as far as I can see. The audience, physically unseen, but I’m conscience of their stares.
Up on stage all lights and eyes on me and me alone Bare myself, my soul Choose me  my quiet heart voice whispers Thank you, next Callbacks Pitter-patter, hope List is up
The jump they talk about is not literal. They tell you that you have to jump. To take that leap of faith.    I took that leap once. I put my heart on the line And I let people see my pride and joy, 
Towering mirrors, shining bright Imposing marble, a milky white Rich velvets, in richer reds Abundant gold, etch overhead.    Mon Dieu! Fountainebleau et Palais Versailles.
always to infinity, I fight the lights that scream (they are so bright!) Location: The auditorium Characters: Me? Purpose: To stop my hands from sweating so much, oh God   this stupid costume itches   
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. 
I have shared scenes to yellow lights, To endless rehearsals and read-throughs, To all-nighters, Opening and closing curtains, Moving furniture, And hours spent on angles and marking.
I am a politically conscientious, theater-obsessed English nut, An extrovert with anxiety and an unquenchable taste for scary books and movies,
Life Long Letter   Dear Dreams, I hope one day you will come true. That this “life’s work” letter means something to you too. From the day I stepped on that stage, you bloomed.  
Starlight, stage fright All the lights on stage are bright. Acting, packing A home for an actress is slacking. Down stage, up stage Everything feels the same Roses, poses She feels overexposes.
The flow of our bodies begins to harmonize A chorus of grunts and moans crescendos   Urged forth by her begging eyes Our symphony climaxes behind fogged windows  
Iced caramel coffee spills on my shirt As I maneuver the key to open the door to my happiness   Lights flicker on as they warm up The glow highlights center stage  
The actors arrive at the theater, early but not too early. Naps are taken, conversations are had. Reminiscing in last night’s performance. Food is eaten, but not too much.
The sight scared me. The murmuring audience, the lights turned down to half, standing center stage...
As the sun comes up at the dawn of day I can't help but wonder how I will stay Motivated to continue life,  Through all the stress and tears and strife. But then I remember that there is more
The sun has barely risen, Do i crawl out of bed? I have to make a decision. Should i just play dead?   My bed is so comfortable, And my class is so cold. If I were able,
I act to breathe in the gift of life. I act because a stage is the safest home and the strangest dream, and it welcomes every individual with open arms. 
Keeps me on my toes like a dancer  Watch my words curtsey at the end of each line Enunciating as if my words didn't fall short with country Not ready to confess, but I'll write 
  When at the top there's only going down One becomes stuck But cannot stay for long It is better to go down than to be happy forever
Black Out Curtain Up Waiting Heart Racing Theater Stage Lights Up Play On
Thirty minute call! Dressed in costume and painted new Everyone prepares for the show to do Fifteen minute call! House lights come up and music too A signal they have completed their cue to cue
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.
The waiting is the worst part You wait hours upon hours To see the cast list go up The hours go so So SO slowly You wait and wait and wait And then you wait some more  
He was a beautiful chapter from cover to cover. Every star crossed moment, I will hold to forever. The silver letters, the golden pages... My God, it feels like it has been ages.
Everyone's listening,
Its opening night and I yell “15 Minutes ‘til places” To my half-dressed half-painted actors in their dressing rooms. Suddenly the race to get ready begins. With actors throwing on costumes and reapplying lipstick,
You aren't!  They say,
I'm...a theater kid. It happened by mistake. once just a class, i didnt want to take. Now, im obsessed, always wanting more &, i'm not the shy girl i was once before.Costumes, layerd on top of more.
My directors always tell me to just go whenever I am ready,
Behind Walls  
  Raise the curtain Dim the lights Take the stage And shine bright   Play the part And look to the crowd Put on your mask But smile proud  
You don't really get to see what happens behind these scenes The shifting of bags the scuttling of feet powders, balms, lights, and cues remembering to stand on the tape meeting your gaze
The lights so bright, I cannot see And though visibly impaired by this I know everyone's eyes are on me  Every move I make, they will not miss Who am I? In front of the World, I do not know
I used to think I couldn't do it I used to think it wast me But to my suprise I must admit There was no place I'd rather be The confidence I get onstage When hundreds of people are hungry for a performance
I look to you,Then to myself,Then to my life, Past wretched falure upon failure,Bewitched by hollow hopes. My love never was,It never should have been
The time has come! My mind races as I wait to see that curtain rise. The one thing that makes me free to be whoever I wish and no one can judge me.
Tick Tick Tock Tock Minutes slip away on my clock.   Need some motivation, The days keep passing while I’m on vacation. So what keeps me going, Makes me want to keep growing?  
If you're having trouble remembering lines,Just think of this poem and you will be fine,When you're on stage the acting's for real,Just keep on pretending that it's the real deal,
Life hits you like a bolt to a tree,
I love the theaterThe muisc, the acting, the emotionThe power to make an audiance laugh or cry Standing on the colored tape, I strut about the stage
Greetings stranger, I am from the O.s. galaxy; many aliens have died in futile attempts to battle. Welcome to my mind, the requiem of of reality.
In the curtain's shadows, I slowly breathe in. Eyes closed, mind awake, I bring to life A character who's pain is familiar to mine. She begs me to bring her story to life,
I'm waiting for our grand finale. Our curtain call, The stage is ours anyways.  
Cue a wave of gasps from the gallery As the leading man, up on stage he cries Emotion pouring into eulogy, Dead words rising for loves no more alive. We trip headlong into the tipping tells,
They call me the actress Because I like to speak I’m wild and daring Not calming or meek But beneath this blonde hair dye Stage make-up of rose Are thoughts much more deep Than what people suppose I see my own faults Though you would never guess I
Hey you! Remember when you told me I was going to be lead actress. because I was always at rehearsal time and I tried my hardest? Liar! You say you dont have favorites, but its obvious you love them more.
My heart's in the theatre, where all my dreams were made My heart's in the theatre, where those same dreams were laid, to rest, until I came back and found them once again,
I’m the English nerd Never having enough Shakespeare on hand analyzing movie plots as if they were books wondering if in reality we are just a story with a destiny with some author out there
And here lies theater Twenty-Three. The lights are now dark, the floor is stained. Yet the brain is alive, just unseen. It's the Hand, it controls the domain.   But it's gutted, and its thoughts removed.
There is no feeling, Quite like the moments before you step on stage, In front of a packed house, Your stage director looks at you and says, 30 seconds to curtain,
Education is a beautiful thing But only if you’re doing something useful Useful What does that mean? It means business, science, and math Or so society says “What do you Study?” is what I hear
I got introduced to this CREW When I became a part of DRAMA It was for my high school PLAY Some day it feels like i live HERE As if this is my FIRST HOME.
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