It's like turning
The page of a book.
You can go back,
I suppose,
But it's never the same
And never new again.
Welcome to life

I have accepted
My flaws but that doesn't mean
That they don't still hurt.

Edith is a Pretty Girl

Edith is a pretty girl
But trust is not her friend.
Edith is a married girl
And trust will be her end.

A pillar of salt
Isn't worth assault
But's as pretty as her head.
In the Underworlds
She'll lose her curls
And forever end up dead.

Ormond, her beau,
Is a musical soul
With two daughters but, oh,
The King and Queen
They will glean
Everything Ormond knows.

Edith is a pretty girl
But trust is not her friend.
Edith is a married girl
And trust will be her end.

To My Friend

I.
Kelvin,
Est-ce que
Mes mots dans le français
Aggravent toi ?

Ce m'amuse
Parce que tu ne comprends pas !

Kelvin, ami,
Tu es mince.
Mais fort.
Et un bon danseur.

Bwahaha.

Comprends ça ?

II.
Pardons-moi.
Je blague
Et m'amuse à
Ton prix.

Tu as un visage
Expressif.
Utiles tes talents pour le bon
Et pas le mal.

Qui suis-je plaisante?
Tu fais
Lequel tu veux
Si oui ou non tu es permis.

Ne laisses personne tu arrêter.
Écoutes-moi?
Écoutes au bruit
De mon stylo.

Ou préfères-tu que
Je continue à se moquer de toi ?

III.
Tes cheveux.
Ces sont pas blond
Mais pas brun.
Choisis ton camp,
Hufflepuff.

IV.
Je ne peux pas
Se moquer ton personnalité.
Partie parce que
Je ne connais pas les mots,
Et aussi parce que
Je n'ai pas les mots.

Libre?

The last rehearsal
Of my last show choir show
Is finshed.

The last time I'll set up risers,
Kick a friend,
And the burst into "O Fortuna"
With 39 other people
And choreography to boot.

I'm stepping across
A threshold.

I feel liberated.

But sad.
Because these moments
Have slipped through my fingers.
I can never hold them again.
They will never be re-created.
I knew as they happened
I loved the moments.

Now how much
Is sinking in.

Il Pleut

Il pleut.
Il pleut plus belle
Que la dernière fois.
Cette fois,
J'ai un cœur heureux.

Il pleut rapide.
Il pleut fort
Comme un cœur.
Bien pour le sante
De tète

Les fleurs deviennent.
Je les attende
Avec un sourire
Parce que,
Si je n'ai pas mal,
Je danse
Dans le pleut.
Le pleut a le promis
D'amusant et demain.

I'd forgotten
How I like to perform.
How in dancing
I cease to be
And it's all one big play
Where the audience doesn't know me
Can't know me.

I'd forgotten
How dancing makes me forget.
The worries are gone
And will not rush back
In after I am done.
They will linger on the edges
Of perception banished by exhilaration.

I'd forgotten
Confidence.
But I have found it again.

I can't write hope yet.
However, tomorrow when
The sun starts to shine...

It's Audition Season

I just want to shut down.
I want to sink into despair.
Kittens,
Chocolate,
What are these compared
To the sorrow coursing in my veins?

(And I know they matter.
In my arms
They dispel darkness.
But the battlefield that is
My mind cannot be won
So easily.)

For he doesn't care.
Or doesn't seem to.
And it drives me crazy.

Because for three years,
I've given him my hair,
My feet,
My voice,
My loyalty.

And now,
As I stand on the cusp
Of graduation
He asks for more from me
But not by name.
I am passed over.
But unlike for the Israelites,
This passover kills me.

But to hell with it.
I don't even care for his subject anymore.
He's no leader
And half a teacher.
I'm learning from his mistakes
Not his example.

I'll come back swinging.
And I pray to God
To stand before him
With my work defeating his
And tell him he gave me dance.
But only the Lord will know
He took away song.

I cannot begin
To communicate my thankfulness
For the life I live.

It is not perfect.
But I do not starve.
I do not freeze.

And even more than that,
There is Easter
And thus there is joy.

For I am saved
By the never ending power
And grace of the Lord of all.

A heart pounding,
Straining to get away
With such effort
I can see it in my mind's eye,
Held back from God
Only by the cage of ribs,
Sinew and muscle
And life

How music lifts us,
How words thread into the soul
And buoys up the heart
Tying us close to le Dieu.

As the moon shines
In harvest,
Round and golden,
And Mars glimmers bright,
Good Friday ends.

Full Moon

"It's only a paper moon"
Is easy to disbelieve.
"It's a Barnum & Bailey world."
Oh why do you listen to these?
"There's no decency to man."
Well that's difficult to see.
But the truth I believe in most
Is where you're in love with me.

Dreams Don't Turn to Dust

Dreams don't turn to dust
I agree.
They turn to wounds,
Maybe.
They turn to reality,
Happily.

I'll Be Sorry Later

I'll be sorry later.
I know I will.
Words are a double-edged sword
And every blow I land
Hits me as well.

But crying and worry do not
Foster common sense.

I am even a bit sorry now
And I won't respond
Because God's knocking
And reminding me
That biting words bite back.

So I won't respond for awhile.
This wound-up spring
Set taunt last night
Will have to wait
As I retreat to Psalms.

A feline is a fuzzy thing,
So tender and so small.
But you'll find he's clever and
Will one day rule us all.

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