A ballerina
In a big fluffy tutu and pointe shoes
Thats all you see.
You don't see the pain, the struggle, the bruises or the tears.
All you see is how pretty
and graceful she is.
Have you ever wondered what its like to dance day in and day out?
You don't know what happens behind
Those curtains,
You don't know us,
You don't see us
...........
We are dancers
We love dancing
We dance no matter what

~College ( Juilliard/ Chapman/ Texas A&M;/ Boston Conservatory)
~Contract/Professional dancer (Joffrey Ballet/American Ballet Theatre)
~Become a fashion designer
~Buy mom a house
~Get married + kid(s) (daughter)
~Live in paris (1 year)
~Travel rest of the world
...................

The signs where there
Like writing on a wall
Tug and pull
We would eventually fall

That very first time
When you asked me to choose
Between singing and dancing
Or only being yours

That very first time
When you walked away
When all I really needed
Was for you to stay

This roller coaster ride
Was really just buying time
Inevitably
We were heading for disaster

Heaven’s Home
By Lisa Noe

I heard the trumpets blow
I felt that I must go
The pain had left me
I felt free as if I could finally see

Silver shadows slithered around
I knew that I had left the ground
What on earth could this be
I felt as if many eyes starred at me

Then a man in a white robe
Took my hand and stroked my lobe
You are safe you’ll see no harm
Then he took me by the arm

Come with me I’ll get your dress
Forget your earth and all that mess
From a tunnel we emerged
For me to follow, that he urged

Where am I said with a fright
I was in darkness now it’s light
You’re in Heaven, you’ve passed away
Now it is here that you must stay

I heard a voice call my name
I looked around and there he came
A man of innocence and light
For me to see a pure delight

Jesus I said and he smiled at me
You’ve nothing to fear because you now see
I brought you here since you’re filled with love
I see your soul is like the little dove

Now it’s time to see your dad
I know for years that you’ve been sad
Because we took him for our own
He helped to fill Heaven’s home.

© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove

from this
vantage point
the world is
smaller than
we previously
thought, birds fly
alongside us,
cars that roared
before are
silenced,
we swim
in a sea of blue, 
a view that 
sharpens what
we already knew;
that this world is
beautiful,
a feeling that if
bottled
would be taken
in the traffic
jams & hospitals
& we would
see the Earth as a
speck of dust
floating
through a
Galaxy
much bigger
than us

For Helene.


Ashes on the water, now.
Love's bones like dust downstream.  
At least it got to see itself in our eyes,
Feel itself between hand holding hand

And whispered caresses.
From pillow talk to fists raised at
Concerts, glasses of Portuguese wine
On her balcony to the sound of magpies

We named our neighbours.
We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Ended gracefully.

I open hands that held hers and see
Nothing but skin worn by labour,
And air.
Ashes on the water, now.

Embers without a chance against rivers  
Cold with melted mountain snow and
Unyielding differences.
Some loves drown with lungs too full

To cry; others float like a funeral-pyre-
Longboat into the night, ablaze.
King and queen, hand upon hand.
Crowns tied from fresh flowers,

We were beautiful.
Began beautifully.
Slid apart the way a glacier parts from
The hills; slowly, but with the force

Of its thousands of tons.
Ashes on the water,
Where the ghost of our union rests
Underneath the surface of our memories.

I will remember you.
Until the stars burn out, raining the
Dust of themselves like snow upon
These waters that always are moving.