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I stand upon this stage today,
A different man than yesterday.
Under these lights which shine my face,
I take part in life's daily race.
But I do not quiver, I do not fear,
Like all the times of yester-year
Love Yourself, Speak Yourself
These are the messages carried through their speeches
In large rooms full of their critics
Under the hawk eyes of netizens
Waiting, watching
Bated breath
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.
good poems dont come from your head
they come from your hands
they are words flowing from the blood of our wrists
the stains of the past
broken memories
Does Heaven have a stage?
Does God have a microphone?
Will I sing for Jesus when Heaven takes me back home?
Does Heaven have a stage?
A drum set and some guitars?
Hey! I’ve realized that You are a Venn diagram, but You would never tell me that.
Hm.
The guitarist wrinkles his face
as he concentrates with dignity.
He flips the page on the stand,
and adjusts his fingers accordingly.
The acoustic guitar resonates
With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown
With the fabric of space I'll make her gown
With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne
With the universe for her stage may her reign last forever
Long live the queen.
With the rays of the sun I'll make her crown
With the fabric of space I'll make her gown
With the rings of Saturn I'll make her throne
With the universe for her stage may her reign last forever
Long live the queen.
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
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
I still remember the young girl with the braids in her hair,
Living her life freely without a care anywhere,
Playing double dutch and hopscotch at the park,
Tripping and falling creating scars and marks,
Right here
Right here I stand
Right here
Right here I am
Right here, right here
I am right here
Look to your left
Look to your right
Try as you might, you wont see me flee
She was in a theater
Where the chairs were uncomfortable and mushed together
It was so crowded, people around her kept elbowing each other
“Oh I’m sorry, oh I’m sorry” they replied
Everyone was talking at once
Semisweet sounds fill the robust emporium
Sarcastically, kids mimic the beauty of the melodies
Soulful tones melt over every seat; molding the auditorium
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Yes I can get a little over excited,
apparently I'm told I do the most.
For as long as I could remember,
I felt more joy with others than being by myself or "alone."
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
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 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....
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.
Music,
The notes fall off the page
You listen to the beat
The melody that flows
Tap your foot
That’s the groove that you love to listen to
Batcha
The drums go
I walk in.
Adrenaline, excitement, panic, and love crash into me all at once.
I look up.
Hundreds of lights, thousands of colors, and endless possibilities hang above me.
I look out.
There is something
Something whispering in my ear
I turn to see the soul creating the sound
Nothung is there
I am alone looking out into a whisperless crowd
a stage, one lovely place,
act to your heart's content and there below crowds of people
all await your very act.in life the truth scares me but
If I close my eyes, I can hear them
The quiet mumbling of the crowd
Voices mingling into one loud whisper
I was always told to dress the part so
I put on my costume.
A white collared shirt,
A skirt to my knees
And a mask of a forced smile
Along with a face covered in pounds of makeup,
Have you ever been up on stage
On display for all to see?
To have such power
over others emotions
They laugh with joy
then cry with sorrow
All this you create
Its such a great privliage
I'm a puppet, controlled
by what I feel is
Wrong. That won't work,
my mind says. That is not a
career.
What is a career?
To assume
I won't be happy under the
Stage Lights
Spot lights cascade down in a silky mist of glimmer.
The curtains move ghost like from side to side.
Darkness all around, transports me to another world.
One of freedom, one of faith, one of music, and one of taste.
When in all despair, I go there
Waiting in the wings
Where heart will soar and spirit fly
Waiting in the wings
All goes dark on the scheduled mark
Waiting in the wings
The lights go down before the show begins.
The music starts and it is time to act,
To tell a story to the audience.
I squint into the lights, so gold and bright.
So much rehearsal has gone into this.
The theatre is all I know and love.
I pour my pain into a role, hoping it will cease.
But it never does.
It's a curse to be an actor.
It's not glamorous. It's not happy.
It's not fame. It's not money.
The sun bursting through
Dense clouds of despair and doom,
Is this turn of time.
The work completed,
The pat-on-back I needed.
Freedom without crime.
It was a tale of two
She was Hip
He was Hop
They met in a frequency
That no other knew of
At a pace so fast
That they left others behind
Since that moment
They stood hand in hand
Music is my life
Some would say it is my wife
I will attend school for music education
To get out of my current situation
Music is a little seed
That is now easy to read
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
