Musical Theatre

My favourite actor, Andy Mientus, is leaving the Spring Awakening Tour Cast in mid March. And it is a very sad day. I hope to see him continue on and keep performing because we need more amazing actors and singers like him. Broadway is dying and I hope he helps bring it back.

Musical Theatre
It takes a
special kind of
person to really
appreciate musical theatre.
Most people don't
understand the beauty
created on stage.
I can not
do it alone.
People like you
keep musical theatre
alive.

People Watching

This is a diamonte poem... it actually has a cute little formula. I bet most people made them when they were in elementary school.

People Watching

people watching

interesting, bizarre

stalking, creeping, preying

make up your own history for them

watching, gazing, questioning

creepy, fun

observing

Frustration

There are a lot of student run clubs at my school, and sometimes I find it frustrating to be governed by other students who think they know better but don't. And I don't get angry, just... frustrated.

Frustration
Open up to the ideas of others
then realize you know better.
Through pursed lips nothing passes,
an open mind closes just a little.
You have no power, but you should.
Listen to the voices in your head
and keep quiet, keep calm.
Pent up anger will never expire,
will never disperse
and you are stuck with
Frustration.

Haiku

So, I was searching the internet and found someone's Haiku blog. It made me realize I have never written a fomulated poem. And then I tried to write a haiku and realized how hard it really is. So this is the fail haiku that I came up with.

Haiku
Hardly long enough
Searching for a true meaning
Harder than you think

Who am I?

So, I haven't really been posting much. I was taking a mental break. It seemed like almost permanent writers block. Thankfully, a few months later, I'm *hopefully* over it. This is a little poem I wrote for a friend who has been going through identity issues recently.

Who am I?
Who am I but anyone who I wish
They tell me it is not so
And I can't, so they say, hide under my mask.
But when I come out they attack
And tell me I'm wrong.
To be who I am.
Who am I?
Who they want me to be,
Or who I am?
For they are not one in the same.

Friendship

I've been at camp recently and haven't had time to write much... so sorry. I guess right now, I'm just inspired by being surrounded by people who I call friends, but I've only known for like 4 weeks... It is a weird sort of relationship.

Friendship
I see them all the time
when they're there,
And I talk to them about everything
that comes up.
I feel like they think
they know me;
I know they don't just like
I don't know them.
And yet still we're friends.
Side by side.
Always there for each other.
Never failing.
Yeah there's drama,
but we don't know each other,
trust each other.
So what makes us friends?

The Answer

The Answer is an awesome song by Joe Iconis. From his fail musical, The Black Suits. It is an amazing song. I love it. You can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0c8j0g2B8Es Anyway, there is this one line I love and so I wrote a poem about it. The poem is sort of random and I feel like it is just a lot of random words thrown together to make a vague idea of sense. Also, the lines are really long. Which is abnormal for me. But anyways, here it is. The Answer: or lack there of.

The Answer
Eternal words echoing endlessly, never hearing always understanding:
Maybe for once I’ll really try, or fuck it all and just get high
Cause that’s an answer… feels like an answer.
It seems so true and distant and fake and irrelevant;
Getting high is never an option and yet
It all seems so real, so relevant, so in your face.
It’s not defying, rather being, rather trying.
Finding the answer is a hopeless venture:
A tireless, hopeless venture we still yearn after, always hoping.
I don’t know, I’ll never know, I don’t want to know
Anything and everything and the answer.
Death is the meaningless void with which we fill eternity
And the answer can only be found in that instant:
Stuck between the two ideas of now and eternity.

More 6 Word Memoirs

Okay, so I haven't written in a while. Not just here, but in general. I'm having a very long mental block... The best I could come up with was this... which I find both good and bad. I feel like a) It is too simple and b) there is too much that it could mean.

Dear Chris, I loved you. Jane

Gypsy Step

This is a poem based upon the story of two young lovers who reside in Harlem, New York in 1899. It is based off of an RP (technically a gabbly but it is still an RP) that I am a part of with another girl... The title is based off of the two lovers. One is a gypsy the other likes to sit on "his" step. So yeah. I love fictional romance; it is so romantic.

Gypsy Step
You and I
sitting
quiet resistance
quiet love
a brief moment
to live
to love
to be.
A star
a rose
a hidden past
to kiss
passing moments
passing fears
hoping
us.

Shove Your Foot Back Up Your Ass

This is a venting poem. It expresses that feeling of when you don't get something you wanted (a job perhaps) and they can't just reject you, they have to be like "you were a really good canidate BUT..." We've all felt this or something similar. I want this poem to be pretty universal so I won't focus too much on the personal side of this poem. Also, the title is slightly random but absolutely amazing.

Shove Your Foot Back Up Your Ass
It wouldn't hurt me
to tell me what I know.
It would only ever hurt me
if you tried to make excuses.
It would hurt if you said
I was good but not good enough.
It would confuse me endlessly
if you said I showed capability.
It would hurt me for you to tell me,
for now, I'll never be anything more.
It wouldn't make me feel bad
if you had just said 'no'.
But you put your foot in your mouth,
again, and now I hate you.
It wouldn't hurt me, but now,
I think you take me for a one-trick pony.
And I'm not.