Monday- Excitement
fresh feet
fresh faces
lay down the floor with laouphter
find your feet on a brand new floor

 Tuesday-Need a nap
Final coustome fitting
Break in new shoes
Who has any baind aids?
Slow down the music!

Wensday- So tired
Bleeding blisters
sleepy dust in your eyes
aching joints and muscles
a churus of groans
Speed up the music!

Thursday- Slap happy
Dark circles under your eyes
bloody feet, bloody shoes
baind aids and brusis
coustomes get last minuet repairs

Friday- Wish it was monday
concerler under your eyes
epson salts and orejel
coustome malfunctions 
go's by in the wink of an eye

Saturday- Freak out
sore muscles, bruised bones
make up all over your eyes
wrap up your toes 
put on your smiles
breath
your not ganna die

Sunday-Calm down
crusty eyes, crusty feet
find your smiles
dance out of your self
live in the moment one last time
take your last bow
now its all over
Please don't cry! 
It will come again.
 
 
A river of ink
flowing through my veins
reaching heart, mind
and soul

A river of ink
flowing through my veins
capturing pain
, joy 
and love



 
 
Exert: 
Like a fairy tale dance
Every step,
Every tilt of the head
Together,
Entirely focused on each other



 
 
Plié and relax
Tondu and breath
Grand Battment and kick away your fears
Relevé away from earth and
Bourrée threw the clouds
Piqué onto the mikyway and
balance on a star
Fouetté on a comet and
Spin past the moon
leap out of the sunset
and dance among the stars.
 

A place

01/30/2014

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I am from a place where
bloody blisters are beutaful
dreams are reality
make up is abundant
but lothed
sweat is the sweetest perfume
a callus is a reason to celebrate
the Christmas season starts early
sweatpants are the height of fashion
and
bruises are nothing to be concerned about


 
 


From ten to fourteen you’re in the wings

Watching with envy

From fifteen to eighteen your stage right

The rising star

From nineteen on

You’re wandering around aimlessly

Still searching for your spotlight

But

When you finally find yourself

The curtain will open

And you’ll find your limelight

 
 
One breath
Inhale-
Eye's close, as you try to quiet
the frantic beating of your heart.
Remember where you come from,
How far you have traveled.
Know this is where you were born to be
Know this is your moment,
your time to shine.
Exhale-
Feel the knots in your stomach
stretch until they disapper
Feel your fear turn to anticipation
your worry to exseleration
know that your ready
know that your strong
know this is your spotlight
Breath-
This is your moment
your time to shine,
burst forth form your cocoon
and fly.


 

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.

 
 
Picture
Glittering gold, and sparkaling sapphiesrs
            the heat of a crowded room
priceless pearls and dazzling diamonds
            the smell of a lady's perfume
enchanting emeralds and ravishing rubys
            the waltz that ends to soon

                                                    Mischievous Mazurka and lively La Voltra
                                                               the dance of the daring
                                                   pristine Poloanaise, and whirling waltz
                                                                    the sigh of an unwanted pairing
                                          graceful Galliards and prim Pavan
                                                                 the eyes of the envious glaring

                            Plentiful platters and succulent sauces
the sound of tipsy laughter
sizzling steaks and simmering stews
the room spinning faster and faster
perfect puddings and delightful dainties
the memory that stays forever and after

queenly Quadrille and saucy Scottish reel
the flow of the dance
playful polka and humerious horn pipe
the love and romance
magical minuet and gleeful Gavotte
the wayward glance

Lugurious lace and sinfull satin
the wilt of a once magnificent plum
deceptive damisk and striking silk
the night light of the silver moon
volumpious velvets and fluttering feathers
the silance of the empty ballroom