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Deep scarlet velvet curtains draw back to reveal the delicately painted stage. Bright lights flood the striking scene. Eerily beautiful notes form captivating music that fills the silent theatre.
A.K.A Mr. Wretch. And your up next.
I stand upon the stage, Looking over the crowd, Thinking of my age, And all that I have vowed. I'm ready to perform, And perform my best, And I hope, I may beat all the rest.
Graceful leaps from toe to toe, Pale skin as white as snow. Flowing skirt of pale pink, Smiling calmly, yet having to think. Twists and turns in every direction, Performs each move to perfection.
Don't enter the day, You might stray, Into the world of wonder Magic and ponder. The light illuminates, Muscled men lift their weights.
Pick a card, Any card, hold it in the light. Put it back in the pile, Let's see if I'm right. Pick up the pile, Give the cards a rub. It could be a diamond... It's definitely not a club.
In my Bling Bling, I feel like a king, These pearls on some thread, Would make you drop dead, I'm up there doing my thing.
I love to dance. And move around. I go in a trance. And leave the ground. I try everything. like that tribal thing. The strong drum beats. Make me stump my feet. I even dance to mozart.
Sing the truth from your heart Until your throats bleeds with the painful words you choke on - When an artist sings they're expressing themselves in the only way they know how.
#augustwriteaday. #nightdwellers. There's no place to put your loot. When you're wearing your birthday suit. I hide mine. Where the sun don't shine. But that makes me walk like a coot.
I'm in such a good mood I feel like singing. Turn off your phones or they will be ringing. I will make you listen to me. I will sing so loud and clear. For all of you to hear.
One day an out of work mime is visiting the zoo and attempts to earn some money as a street performer.
I'm giving an Opuss dinner party, a candle lit soirée. With stimulating conversation and fun games for us all to play. I'm giving an Opuss dinner party, laying on a sumptuous feast.
The King has returned to claim his seat. The Opussia folk sing and dance on their feet. The King is back upon his throne. The king is back where he rightfully belongs.
It wasn't when I saw Sande When she began to sing About the world and news and us And life and everything Or when she posed on the piano And her ride drove her away Across the frozen London town Of...
I'm fed up with some things. I do what I'm told. I experiment with colours. And look like I'm 12 years old. My hair is purple. My eyes are green. I smile a lot. And talk when no one's listening.
You think you're the ringmaster, I don't believe that's true. For I'm the one that wears the hat, While you have big red shoes. They all think you're funny, Yeah that makes you feel on top.
I love to do impressions I do them all the time One minute I'm from 'Oop North' The next, I'm 'Southern Sublime' When I'm drunk, it has been said, I sound so terribly 'posh' But others say, that...
Little girls in tutus. Dreaming to dance. Twirl around in circles. Willing to take a chance. Run round the garden. Prancing wearing wings. Picking up flowers. Marrying kings. Stop wearing tutus.
I wrote this age 14ish as a practice piece for Standard Grade English. The stimulus was a picture of a mask.
#cheesebattle A little impatient, I feel the win When will this mornings battle begin. A bit of an impasse, it could be draw Come on heroes, wat'cha waitin' for.
While you intend the entry for just a peek Soon you'll find there, placed a seat And your name, you see, in blazed across the back And with this spot, the best in house, Your curiosity, instantly...
All the world's my stage, My theatre: the sky, Director may say 'Leap', And I reply, 'How high?' People are my audience, The sun and moon, my lights, An every-day sort-of actor, Without the mask and...
#augustwriteaday #theatre. Each day. Starts. The same way;. Painting on. My second skin. Eyeliner, mascara. The mask I wear. To try and. Fit in. Then begins. The production. My curtain call.