It’s the impossible

The cure you crave

The miracle you need

The role you yearn for

The promotion you desire

It’s the joy

That dissolves

That vanishes

That subsides

That leaves you alone with disappointment

Hope hurts

It’s the promise

There will be a new dawn

There is a rainbow

There will be another chance

There is a way

It’s the anticipation

That gives endurance

That leads to the goal

That sometimes ends in sorrow

That leads us on

But it’s all we’ve got


 

Go on

04/24/2013

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Picture
The bobbie pins are digging into your skull
like needles, 
I know. But it doesn't matter.
Your face is already so sweaty
as if it rained, 
I know. But it doesn't matter.
The bodice of your costume is unbearably tight,
like a corset,
I know. But it doesn't matter.
The tutu is itchy
like the chicken pox
I know. But it doesn't matter.
Your toes are covered in blisters
they are bleeding,
I know. But it doesn't matter.
The stage lights are to bright
like the sun,
I know. But it doesn't matter. 
Your shoes  are to covered in rosin
to sticky, 
I know. But  it doesn't matter.
The show must go on.

 
 
Deep down,
I think you have a secret
that haunts you everyday

Deep down,
I think you have a secret 
that your afraid to say

Deep down
I think you have a secret 
that fights to be free

Deep down 
You suspect I have a secret
that you want to hear me say

Deep down,
you think I have a secret
that haunts me everyday

Deep down,
you think I have a secret 
that I'm afraid to say

Deep down
you think I have a secret
that fights to be free

Deep down
I suspect I know your secret
that I want to hear you say

So who's ganna spill first?
Me, or you?

 
 
A cup full of nouns
mixed thoroughly with verbs
A splash of vows
spread thickly over consoance
A shake of pronunciation
sprinkled liberally threw out
Boil into letters
Stir into words
Kneed into sentences
Strain threw an editor
publish for life