h_carnahan
New Member
My Ecstacy, My Bliss
I wrote this before one of my performances. The only thing is, it doesn't have a name. Any suggestions?
The curtains begin to open,
to revel to me the suddenly quiet, captivated and large audience.
I am hiding from the audience, behind gracious layers of makeup.
I glance down at the floor, to calm my nerves,
looking over my red sequenced leotard and tan tights.
I quickly note that my ballet shoes are worn and need to be replaced.
my face is covered with a mixture of sweat and makeup,
my eyes shining with excitement,
standout between the thick black layers of eyeliner and mascara.
my fiery red lips part into a large smile,
automatic from experience and from deep inside my heart,
where I am hiding.
in my head I count the first imaginary beats to myself 5-6-7-8
All eyes are on me t he music begins,
I begin to pull the crowd into my world.
my heart pounds in my body,
my muscles stretch,
my body flows into the moves that are pounded into my memory.
As millions of thoughts run through my head, I think,
this is the only time that this audience will ever be together, and see me do this dance.
I hit every beat with perfection,
telling a story, greater than words
As the music begins to die, the audience comes to life again,
I release them from my world,
I receive a simple compliment better than words,
my applause
giving me my ecstacy, my bliss.
-h_carnahan
I wrote this before one of my performances. The only thing is, it doesn't have a name. Any suggestions?
The curtains begin to open,
to revel to me the suddenly quiet, captivated and large audience.
I am hiding from the audience, behind gracious layers of makeup.
I glance down at the floor, to calm my nerves,
looking over my red sequenced leotard and tan tights.
I quickly note that my ballet shoes are worn and need to be replaced.
my face is covered with a mixture of sweat and makeup,
my eyes shining with excitement,
standout between the thick black layers of eyeliner and mascara.
my fiery red lips part into a large smile,
automatic from experience and from deep inside my heart,
where I am hiding.
in my head I count the first imaginary beats to myself 5-6-7-8
All eyes are on me t he music begins,
I begin to pull the crowd into my world.
my heart pounds in my body,
my muscles stretch,
my body flows into the moves that are pounded into my memory.
As millions of thoughts run through my head, I think,
this is the only time that this audience will ever be together, and see me do this dance.
I hit every beat with perfection,
telling a story, greater than words
As the music begins to die, the audience comes to life again,
I release them from my world,
I receive a simple compliment better than words,
my applause
giving me my ecstacy, my bliss.
-h_carnahan
