Grace and other poems.

[Forgotten]

Grace

I often asked myself the silliest of silliest.
Filling my mind with wonders unrelated to reality and it’s hate.
I wished to dance.
So I do so, here in this empty auditorium.

The spotlight on me,
And I turning gracefully in circles
On the tips of my toes.
Here is where I found peace.

I never let another human eye see me,
Because I have not quite learned all skills.
The skills I constantly practice daily.
Blistering my feet, but I refuse to give up until the movements are perfect.

What do they know?
I’ll be the next.
The one everyone will copy,
The one staring at you from the billboard.

I am not a failure,
I am the winner.
I am the finalist.
For my name is Grace.

 

[hart]

What speaks to you about that poem?

 

[Forgotten]

To get to the top, you listen to no one's negitivity and you force yourself to learn the moves. Self-confidence. The fact that "Grace" will never give up until she's widely known.

 

[porterjack]

your work is so close and personal

sometimes i find release in writing about external issues

 

[Forgotten]

your work is so close and personal

sometimes i find release in writing about external issues

Aw, thank you.

Exception
~Kat

I would some times look into your ocean blue eyes,
Purposely losing myself in their beauty.
Then I would look at you,
And remember that Love did exist,
I just had to find the path it was on.


The path covered in rose petals
That lead to a tall figure.
Black hair in his face,
A true romance.


Living proof that would turn me around
Pull me out of my shell,
The black hoodie,
To find the exception of love.


My exception of love.