Our lives are roles in the constant show entertaining
unquenchible audiences of impermanence,
death applauds and bows his hat
the charcoal curtains slide in to dusk
and stage lights flash on break of day.
Everybody to your places!
stars are exploding in distant galaxies
and a black hole the size of twelve billion suns
is absorbing this universe as we laugh and as we weep.
Rome had fallen and we too shall fall as all things do
clap! clap! clap!
Our lives are told from our ankles
we're praying and meditating and chanting
while the candles bury cathedrals on their last few minutes of light.
clap! clap!
dreaded oblivion is in our rifles and bombs,
in our hearts it's lurking that  ruinous leviathan,
The snapping inclination for decadence
is always there backstage shadow of mind.
Progress has been built on increasingly violent tragedies
there's only so much blood this sponge can soak
this earth can take.
clap! clap! clap!
Someday we'll be engulfed by cosmic grenades manufactured by
all those gods we read in books and pamphlets
and while our little corner of the macrocosm fades to black
it'll continue much the same some light years away.
The show must go on!

Stages and dance rooms,
makeup and costumes.
Auditions and lead roles,
complete self control.
State capitols and groups
of professional troops.
Judging my acting,
attention attracting.
Sweat, blood, and tears.
Realizing my fears.
Blocking and accents,
and never an absence.
Rehearsing for hours,
the feeling empowers.
I live for theatre,
but may be too eager.

I have studied **** Germany
Someone stood and preached to me
All the ‘important’ names
All the ‘important’ dates
I wrote them down like longshore secrets
And debated over them
Like they were the pencil sharpenings
With which I littered the floor
‘Excellent analysis’ she said
I have even stood by the gas chambers
And the gallows
At Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp
And written insensitive poetry about insensitivity
But have I heard of Hans Litten?
Of course I haven’t.
I have stood in the Berlin gestapo office
And formed philosophies that feel more like profanities
Wondering how it can ever be appropriate
To take a school trip to a genocide
But tonight my ‘important’ education
Feels like the greatest atrocity
My guilty ignorance beats almost unbearably
Around my rib-cage
And waits for the shatter and the shards
Because I have never heard of Hans Litten
We all know six million
But who knows the six million?
We remember names that we stored away
Because mentioning them in an essay
Might bring about a higher grade
Displaying ‘a highly developed and complex level of understanding’
We remember names like we remember shopping lists
Or science lessons;
A few particular points
No attachment necessary
In fact, clinical detachment is far more becoming
When it comes to essay questions
They never told us about Hans Litten
Or about the men who also ran in the race to be in history books
Or about their mothers
And their fathers
And the people they shared cells with
And the people they shared graves with
My God, they never told us about Hans Litten
And Hans Litten is better known
Than most of those phantom dead
Those cracked-open voices that dared to raise
Until they were too loud for anything but the conveyer-belt
Concentration Camp system.
And the thing is that six million is not such a big number anymore
Because there are 49,506,514 views of Simon Cowell crying
And nearly 300 million of One Direction singing a song which is not so beautiful after all
And people are so desensitized to the number six million
That they believe that the world
Would not have enough **** in it
Without them posting hatred after obscenity after hatred in the YouTube comments
And Hans Litten, I can’t help feeling that I’ve failed you
My generation could tell you the private lives of their idols
But would not know your name
And we will still pour into school on Monday morning
And chorus our tireless fatigue and our lack of motivation for life
And I will still pour into school on Monday morning
And let myself complain and moan and grapple for sympathy.
I’ve acquired this abstracted self-loathing recently
That is less a hatred of myself than a hatred of what I have made of myself
Of my ingratitude and self-centred inability
To compose poems that do not start and end with Me
And of my procrastination and my ceaseless desire
To live something other than the life I’ve been given
Like I asked for extra cheese and got given Margharita
****.
I’m insufferable.
Hans Litten your list of injuries was ten times longer
than the list of all the wrongs I’ve had done against me.

Have you packed all your things?
Look carefully at the years.
Wipe away those wet eyeliner smears
Now that we have seen the green light.

Have you checked your closet?
Leave what is tattered and old.
That gardening dress can still be sold
Now that we have seen the green light.

Have you forgotten anything else?
It is difficult to put those mementos in a box.
But pick them up: your comics, your playing blocks
Now that we have seen the green light.

Have you prepared yourself to leave?
It all disappears in an eye's blink.
But the future holds more than what you can think
Now that we have seen the green light.

The new settlers will hopefully make this house bright.
Unready you may be, there is no need to fight
For we have finally seen the greatest green light.

You are a ******* tragedy
I don't care
I want to play the female lead.

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perform
who knew that word would mean so much to me?
To perform means to have faith and courage and confidence
If i didn't have it i don't where I'd be today.
Performing has made me realize how fun life can be.
Being able to Perform gives me a chance to free myself and become someone
Different.

Now, people may call me a strange individual and they may be true,
But they can never tell me to change who i am because they've never been in my shoes.

Performing.
Whether I'm acting, dancing, or singing
The stage is my home
And no one's ever going to the that away from me.
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spelling it backwards is so easy
it flows through my veins
And lives in my soul
It's the only thing that keeps me whole
Sane, at ease

Performing is me

One side of who I am.
One characteristic that you are seeing, up on the stage.
I am like water, free to flow
Becoming someone new, for each separate show.
My body is my instrument, muscle to joint, from hip hop to ballet, my feet are on point.
  My voice like velvet, soft on the ears, yet I can sing strong and free, showing strength being my years.

Performing's in my blood
It's never going to go away
And I'll have my time to shine
One day... One day

I stand there waiting
anticipation is a killer
really its all about faking
but right before its such a thriller

I here that magical sound,
and the lights come on
and now its going, now i'm bound
in a spell and the world is gone

It's just me and them,
they listen to all i say and see all i do
and that feeling is like a precious gem
until its time to finally say adieu

then the world is back
and the feeling is gone.
and it feels like an anxiety attack
because now i'm back to anon

but those precious moments are worth it
the world thinks i'm a cheater
because i will not submit
****, i love theatre!