school sucks.

Shell shock
induced by explosive textbooks
and mechanical pencils
robot student
unaware of the danger around
only headphones as her salve
unseeing
unfeeling
waiting for three o'clock

Oops.

Blame.
Placing a name,
Unwanted fame.
Shame.
Nothing's the same.
It's like everything came
so quickly.

Tarnish, Stain

Shining armor rusts
With the softest springtime rain.
Princes' crowns shall tarnish;
Kings' robes stain.
These treasures hold naught
But downfall and gloom
For a lonely princess
in an empty room.

But jesters' remarks are a licentious flame
With lustful tongues too wild to tame,
While servants quiet and gruff do smile
And open their hearts for a short, short while.

In castles broad a dame may search
For love and life and a warm embrace,
Or a friend and a hand to hold;
An endearing glance of a lover's face.
But a lover may she never gain,
If not love for the very minds -
For smiles and words bow to tarnish and stain,
If not backed with love for a soul to find.

For knights and kings
And worldly things
A lust like words of the jester she holds
But crumples faint for a servant's smile
Full of love and life and a heart of gold

Swords show power, and crowns show wealth,
Robes show vanity, words show wit,
But a smile is a vulnerable orifice
That opens to the inside just a little bit,
And exposes the heart, life's true love potion.
A smile is a song, a smile is a motion
That cancels out jesters and princes and kings,
For princesses long for much lovelier things.

Anatomy of a Cuddle

Love is the part of the body
Where hearts touch hearts;
The miraculous, unreal meeting
Of two very inward parts.
The most intimate of proddings,
Starting at mere sight,
When I see you and you see me
In the middle of the night.

Inside touches pull outsides closer;
First arms, then bodies, then legs,
And even faces and lips, all lovingly touching,
And the mind starts to dance and the soul begs.
All thought and talking ceases,
But singing might ensue,
For that's the voice of touching hearts
As they explore a lover new.

Not a lot....

I know I said there would be pictures of the backstage area of my theatre during production. That did not happen 3 out of 4 days because I failed to include my camera in all my random baggage that was required (Leotard, character shoes, blue suede shoes, tights, various costumes, every ounce of makeup I own, nourishment, enough bobby pins to build a house...). So here are the few pictures I took opening night when I wasn't busy... The World of The Actor.

Costumes. Most important thing ever.

I promise you the makeup table did not look like this for long.

Flies. Just Flies.

I will admit I'm disappointed with the quality of this photo, especially since I got down on the floor and moved around like an idiot/crazy photographer and my director gave me one of those concerned, puzzled looks.

Testing microphones, warming up.

Stalker!!

I see you.

Ever get bored on those 20-hour drives?

I have been experiencing a lack of time, inspiration, and creativity lately, as it is being sucked out through every orifice in my body by a horrific monster called a DIRECTOR. Musicals are wonderful, but they kind of suck too.

Expect some backstage/behind the scenes pix soon. I'll be doing a photo expo of the life of an overworked actress. aka me.