tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57360167901858688132023-11-15T11:34:47.632-05:00MusingsA struggling writer, dancer and choreographer. Welcome to my world!KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-87550236420379134072014-03-05T13:24:00.000-05:002014-03-05T13:24:51.936-05:00Unexpected <b>I wrote this for someone actually after a really intense week and things were said on both sides and now I'm embarking on a really epic and fantastic journey that is scaring me and thrilling me at the exact same time. Never before have I felt so wildly alive and for the first time in forever, my emotions are running fast, wild and deep. I don't know where it will go. I don't know what will happen but dear God it's exciting!</b><br />
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Some good some bad<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some make us happy<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes surprises <o:p></o:p></div>
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Welcoming hellos when there are <o:p></o:p></div>
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Goodbyes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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And see what’s before,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Life’s worth living for. <o:p></o:p></div>
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When in your gaze<o:p></o:p></div>
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Someone might appear<o:p></o:p></div>
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A person, a friend, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Whom you’ve always held dear. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Then something changes, <o:p></o:p></div>
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For the better I think, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Excited for everything, <o:p></o:p></div>
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I stand on the brink. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I see someone there, <o:p></o:p></div>
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Someone who makes me feel tall<o:p></o:p></div>
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Someone I’m getting to know<o:p></o:p></div>
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Someone for whom I’m starting to fall. <o:p></o:p></div>
<!--EndFragment-->KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-6195448845387613132014-03-05T09:57:00.002-05:002014-03-05T09:59:37.584-05:00Freedom's song<b>This was inspired by the book "City of Ember" my seventh graders are reading. The assignment was to write a poem that discusses Lina and Doon's adventure and what they see when they finally escape. The kids thought it was too deep and too metaphorical but they appreciated it. They also pointed out that I write poetry with very little punctuation. I told them I'm like Shakespeare. </b><br />
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The rushing wind<br />
Brushes against a face<br />
The sweet smell of freedom<br />
A gift from God's grace.<br />
<br />
A soft sound of music<br />
Found in a bird's song<br />
Different from silence<br />
For it the ear longs.<br />
<br />
The bright ray of sun<br />
Pierces the night<br />
Making the heart<br />
Feel ever so bright.<br />
<br />
The rhythmic song<br />
Of a heart full of hope<br />
Making the fears<br />
Somehow easier to cope.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-73933104902712105962013-08-21T12:41:00.000-04:002013-08-21T12:41:08.526-04:00Educational Musings 2 of 2: For Arts Education <b>Here is the second poem that came to me during PD and listening about reading levels and scores and this and that. </b><br />
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As I sit here<br />
At teacher PD<br />
I wonder what kind<br />
Of teacher I'll be.<br />
<br />
I really hate<br />
How we now teach<br />
To find creativity<br />
Is quite a reach.<br />
<br />
Tests, scores<br />
Race to the Top<br />
We have seemingly<br />
The humanities have dropped.<br />
<br />
I pity the child<br />
Who wants to create<br />
Cause a narrowing of soul<br />
Seems to be his fate.<br />
<br />
Arts programs are cut<br />
By the scores each day<br />
Self expression no longer<br />
Seems to be the way.<br />
<br />
Tests and programs<br />
NCLB and NJ ASK<br />
Are only concerned<br />
With math and reading tasks.<br />
<br />
Quickly we remove<br />
All kinds of outlets<br />
Of creativity for all<br />
How we got here, we seem to forget.<br />
<br />
Remember the great men<br />
Aristotle and Plato<br />
They taught great things<br />
Thousand of years ago.<br />
<br />
They taught people science<br />
They taught them art<br />
They taught religion<br />
And doing their civic part.<br />
<br />
They created great thinkers<br />
And philosophers too<br />
Actors and musicians<br />
Poets and playwrights too.<br />
<br />
They were great teachers<br />
Who sculpted a mind<br />
Thinking like that<br />
You can no longer find.<br />
<br />
We no longer care<br />
About the whole kid<br />
Both mind and soul<br />
Like we once did.<br />
<br />
The arts are more<br />
Then just fun and games<br />
They teach kids a lot<br />
And creativity they tame.<br />
<br />
They give an outlet<br />
And lessons to learn<br />
They increase test scores<br />
So it's money not burned.<br />
<br />
They increase reading<br />
Mathematics too<br />
They give students<br />
Skills in all they do.<br />
<br />
When I think of how<br />
Each student we teach<br />
Aristotle would shiver<br />
And Socrates would cease.<br />
<br />
This is not how<br />
Education was meant<br />
It's supposed to widen the mind<br />
Not take a testing bent.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-37420113528589130572013-08-21T12:33:00.001-04:002013-08-21T12:33:55.334-04:00Educational Musings 1 of 2<b>So as a theatre teacher sitting in a PD today, I was feeling quite angry especially when all of my questions about plays and poems were not being answered. I wrote two poems about this. Here's the first: </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
A leveled response<br />
A poker face<br />
You'll never know<br />
How my mind does race.<br />
<br />
I sit and listen<br />
But really don't care<br />
Your words mean nothing<br />
Your voice drifts on air.<br />
<br />
What you say<br />
Is no concern of mine<br />
Meaning in your words<br />
I'm struggling to find.<br />
<br />
My mind runs<br />
To a place far away<br />
To a creative land<br />
Where you have nothing to say.<br />
<br />
People don't realize<br />
The talents I have<br />
Instead they want to pin me<br />
Against a cold slab<br />
<br />
Of standards and reasons<br />
Core this and that<br />
Teaching to a test<br />
My mind is not growing fat.<br />
<br />
My soul rebels<br />
Against all this stuff<br />
To be creative in here<br />
Is proving quite tough.<br />
<br />
I don't care about scores<br />
Of standards to find<br />
All I want<br />
Is to broaden a mind.<br />
<br />
When have we<br />
Data based become?<br />
When did tests and scores<br />
Replace learning as fun?<br />
<br />
I always hear<br />
The arts have no place<br />
The data's too driven<br />
To the top it's a race.<br />
<br />
What about a kid<br />
With a sensitive soul<br />
Who enters a classroom<br />
Creativity a goal?<br />
<br />
He is lost<br />
In some test based shuffle<br />
HIs mind and soul<br />
Enter a scuffle.<br />
<br />
The artist who finds<br />
He has no relief<br />
Finds that his soul<br />
Has become quite a beast.<br />
<br />
No one cares<br />
In this world any more<br />
Whether the artist can thrive<br />
As long as he has a high test score.<br />
<br />
The actor, artist<br />
Musician too<br />
Who find that his<br />
Drive has nothing to do<br />
<br />
With Race to the Top<br />
Or NCLB<br />
Terranova or Ask<br />
Will soon be<br />
<br />
Forced to conform<br />
Compartmentalize his mind<br />
Push down that creative soul<br />
Until it, he can no longer find.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-21064107211779636262013-08-19T17:23:00.002-04:002013-08-19T17:23:57.512-04:00Power Point<b>After sitting through eight hours of professional development and listening to fellow educators READ their power point slides to us, I got a little angry. Here is what came up. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Powerpoint Powerpoint<br />
You I despise<br />
Slides and clicks<br />
My soul slowly dies.<br />
<br />
People read from you<br />
Each swoop of a slide<br />
Monotony you encourage<br />
I really wish you died.<br />
<br />
Black text<br />
White back<br />
I really, really want<br />
Prezi back.<br />
<br />
Please, PLEASE<br />
Memorize your slides<br />
The constant reading of you<br />
Makes me wish I died.<br />
<br />
Tacky clip art<br />
Charts and graphs too<br />
Very slowly,<br />
You turn my mind into goo.<br />
<br />
Powerpoint, Powerpoint<br />
You should disappear<br />
Because you make me<br />
REALLY HATE BEING HERE! KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-69450460574067331002013-08-18T16:54:00.001-04:002013-08-18T16:54:08.557-04:00A Look Back<b>I'm sitting backstage waiting for my final cue to be called to dance my choreography for the last time in cbp:LLC's production of "How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying." I'm thinking of how I got here and of all the people who have influenced me. And I remember Drew University's Department of Theatre and Dance.</b><div><b><br></b></div><div>I get nostalgic </div><div>Each closing night</div><div>I remember so much </div><div>Remember so many plights.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>I think of me</div><div>And how I've grown</div><div>And how glad I am</div><div>That growth has shown.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>I think back to all</div><div>Who've impacted me</div><div>Helped me to become</div><div>All I could be.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>I think of the man</div><div>Who started it all</div><div>A man who caught me</div><div>Each time I'd fall.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>A man who says</div><div>A theatre major I'd be</div><div>Who saw my potential</div><div>When that I couldn't see.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Then all too quick,</div><div>In a blink he was gone.</div><div>The love he instilled in me</div><div>Forever lives on.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>I sit here too</div><div>Thinking of all the hands</div><div>Who have helped me to grow </div><div>My theatrical plans.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>All of the professors</div><div>Who stood by me</div><div>Taught me to learn</div><div>My own potential to see.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Rosemary and Lisa</div><div>They inspired me to write</div><div>Helped me persevere</div><div>Through a dramaturgy fight.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Baz and And</div><div>Taught me how to design</div><div>To build sets and character</div><div>And always challenged my mind.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Dan is a sage</div><div>Wise and true</div><div>Words of encouragement </div><div>He'll always give you.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Then there's Chris</div><div>Who taught me to act</div><div><b> </b>Made me a great teacher too</div><div>And that is a fact.</div><div><br></div><div>And of course there's Cheryl</div><div>Who taught me most to grow.</div><div>To dance and choreograph</div><div>And all about Laban I know.</div><div><br></div><div>As I sit backstage </div><div>Working in this art</div><div>I'm so grateful for the knowledge </div><div>Each chose to impart.</div><div><br></div><div>This closing night</div><div>Is special to me</div><div>Because I think of those</div><div>Who taught me to be.</div>KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-13197107072819808232013-08-17T21:33:00.001-04:002013-08-17T21:33:41.948-04:00The closing of a show<b>I was a choreographer and actor in cbp:LLC's production of "How to Succeed inBusiness Without Really Trying." It has been a long journey but we completed a very successful run. Here's what I thought:</b><div><b><br></b></div><div>A journey's end </div><div>On a warm summer day</div><div>So many emotions</div><div>At the end of this play.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Bonds have been made</div><div>New friendships born</div><div>Shared many laughs</div><div>Many secrets sworn.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Songs and music </div><div>Dances too</div><div>Shaving and singing</div><div>To the song of a kazoo. </div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Rehearsals and techs</div><div>Challenges abound</div><div>No matter the obstacle</div><div>A solution we found.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>About myself</div><div>Much I did learn</div><div>I'm quite creative </div><div>And got praise for which I yearned.</div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Me and my dances called great</div><div>But little do they know</div><div>Both were only successful</div><div>Because my cast made it so.</div><div><br></div><div>A great director </div><div>A wonderful cast</div><div>From this show</div><div>I've got mem'ries that will last.</div><div><b> </b></div>KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-78193775897325686112013-08-17T11:10:00.000-04:002013-08-17T11:10:06.890-04:00A Treasure<b>After sitting through several hours of professional development and hearing about a teacher's role in the lives of his students, this poem came to me. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Have you ever seen a box<br />
With treasure inside<br />
That forced you to grow<br />
And look inside<br />
<br />
Of your heart<br />
Deep in your soul<br />
In your own mind<br />
Clarity a goal?<br />
<br />
To find yourself<br />
A leader born<br />
To guide others<br />
Your duty you've sworn.<br />
<br />
To lead and to guide<br />
To teach and to grow<br />
To impart all the best<br />
Knowledge you know.<br />
<br />
That treasure's a child<br />
You teach everyday<br />
You mould and you shape them<br />
In every possible way.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-14705488904184804572013-08-14T10:45:00.000-04:002013-08-14T10:45:26.806-04:00Ripped<b>I was sitting in Professional Development the other day and was having extremely manic thoughts. This is the result. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I always wonder,<br />
My thoughts like thunder,<br />
Bounce through my brain<br />
Like shards of pain.<br />
<br />
They pound my ear<br />
Triple my fears<br />
Create a shroud<br />
Eyes closed, loud!<br />
<br />
I can't shake the feelin'<br />
My thoughts are reelin'<br />
Death fills my mind<br />
My nose to the grind.<br />
<br />
My thoughts won't quit<br />
Can't sleep for spit<br />
I've gotta run<br />
Like quick, he's got a gun!<br />
<br />
I close my eyes<br />
Search for the prize<br />
Of eternal peace<br />
May be within my reach.<br />
<br />
Fire in my mind<br />
My thoughts unwind<br />
But in my soul,<br />
Salvation's my goal.<br />
<br />
To be able to breathe<br />
To think with ease<br />
To lose control<br />
Love deep in my soul.<br />
<br />
To feel that fire<br />
To know that desire<br />
To know that touch<br />
To love too much.<br />
<br />
I search and yearn<br />
I still feel that burn<br />
I want quiet and love<br />
Free thoughts like a dove.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-11772595043161029632013-08-07T03:07:00.000-04:002013-08-07T03:09:53.398-04:00Do I Go or Do I Stay? <b>Your Bipolar poet has messed up her medication, resulting in a really fucked up head trip where mania and depression are fighting for dominance within my brain. While nothing good is coming out of this head trip, a decent poem has manifested itself. I give you: "Do I go or stay?"</b><br />
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Thoughts rushing</div>
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Frantic, gushing</div>
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No end in sight</div>
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For a long endless night. </div>
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Nightmares loom</div>
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Twilight’s gloom</div>
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Doesn’t kiss the sky.</div>
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How I wish I could die. </div>
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Death’s hand is kind</div>
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Her grasp is fine</div>
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Her fingers beckon me</div>
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Her black eyes see</div>
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Into my soul</div>
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No salvation’s goal</div>
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Cannot run away</div>
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Cannot seize the day. </div>
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Do I go or do I stay</div>
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Follow Death or run away? </div>
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I know the horrors that are here</div>
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The terrors behind her I fear. </div>
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Do I go or do I stay</div>
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Follow Death or run away? </div>
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Do I take her grasping claw</div>
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Her hand as cold as a saw? </div>
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Do I go or do I stay</div>
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Follow Death or run away? </div>
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Touch her face and feel her power</div>
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Or do I try to steal one more hour</div>
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In the land of the living</div>
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Where my soul can stay forgiving? </div>
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Do I go or do I stay</div>
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Follow Death or run away? </div>
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They go hand in hand<br />
A movie in my mind<br />
Their music a band<br />
<br />
Of tortures that<br />
Play in my ears<br />
Barking and screeching<br />
And living out fears.<br />
<br />
What kind of thoughts<br />
Live in a Bipolar brain?<br />
Many of heartache,<br />
Even more of pain.<br />
<br />
Sometimes there's joy<br />
But those are scarce and few<br />
Occasionally there's happy<br />
But that's as fragile as dew.<br />
<br />
A word, an action<br />
Harsh or not meant<br />
Can take this brain<br />
And turn it to cement.<br />
<br />
Thoughts won't fire<br />
Life is a haze<br />
All that's your company<br />
Are dark, lonely days.<br />
<br />
Or thoughts move too fast<br />
Swifter then lightening<br />
Trying to catch them,<br />
Now that can be frightening.<br />
<br />
Each one can hold horrors<br />
Imagined or real<br />
The thoughts that make it<br />
Too painful to feel.<br />
<br />
Happy though, is what people want<br />
So you try always to give<br />
Smiles abound<br />
Even when it, is too painful to live.<br />
<br />
Don't let anyone see<br />
The pain and the fear<br />
Smile and laugh<br />
Though demons you hear.<br />
<br />
It's always a fear<br />
Locked in my heart<br />
If these thoughts were known<br />
From people I'd part.<br />
<br />
It's really crazy<br />
The judgements I've got<br />
Pointing fingers and jeers<br />
"She's one crazy sot!"<br />
<br />
I'm not crazy<br />
I want to scream<br />
I feel things intently<br />
And wish it were a dream.<br />
<br />
So rarely I tell<br />
What's locked in my mind<br />
Though I'd love to share<br />
With a friend who is kind.<br />
<br />
I'd love to one day<br />
Tell the world who I am<br />
Tell all the fears<br />
A dialogue began.<br />
<br />
So I'll share it here<br />
In this nice little book,<br />
A kindred soul will,<br />
Perhaps take a look.<br />
<br />
She'll read these words<br />
This poem of sorts<br />
And maybe she'll realize<br />
Out there ARE supports.<br />
<br />
I know I won't know her<br />
Or learn her name<br />
But of reading my struggles<br />
Perhaps, some knowledge she'll gain.<br />
<br />
She's not alone<br />
Or isolated from all<br />
And maybe that thought<br />
Will make her stand ten feet fall.<br />
<br />
Everyone is different<br />
Her, you, me<br />
Loved her our uniqueness<br />
I wish we could be.<br />
<br />
Without all the stigma<br />
The word insanity<br />
Love me for me,<br />
Not who you'll think I'd be.<br />
<br />
Please do sit<br />
And wait till we fall<br />
Kick us and break us<br />
Pressed against a wall.<br />
<br />
Honor our spirit<br />
Honor our soul<br />
To be fully accepted,<br />
This Bipolar's only goal.<br />
<br />KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-85520600017630755692013-08-02T14:35:00.000-04:002013-08-02T14:39:55.989-04:00What Do You See? <b>I was asked recently, "What's it like when you meet new people?" I had to think of that answer for a very long time, but this is the result. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
I often wonder<br />
When you look at me,<br />
Do you see who I am<br />
Or who you think me to be?<br />
<br />
Do you see a quiet<br />
Sensitive soul<br />
Bouncing around<br />
Trying to reach a goal?<br />
<br />
Or do you see Manic me<br />
Running about<br />
Thoughts fast as lightening<br />
Me trying to shout?<br />
<br />
Do you see me depressed<br />
And feeling so low<br />
Contemplating death<br />
As the only way to go?<br />
<br />
Do you see an artist<br />
Who dances, acts and writes<br />
To make a big break<br />
As one of my fights?<br />
<br />
Do you see me as crazy<br />
Because of what labels me?<br />
Do you give me a chance<br />
Or is Lithium all that you see?<br />
<br />
Do you see my ideas?<br />
How I want things to be?<br />
Or do you break me down<br />
For my advocacy?<br />
<br />
Do you see I have strength<br />
Fighting daily as I do?<br />
For some peace of mind<br />
Or do you simply pooh-pooh?<br />
<br />
Do you see me as less<br />
Then what I am<br />
Because, to function, my mind<br />
Needs a medical dram?<br />
<br />
Do you see me struggle<br />
Fighting so hard<br />
But instead of helping<br />
You stab me with a shard?<br />
<br />
Do you see something special<br />
When I reveal to you my soul?<br />
Or is ripping it up<br />
Your only goal?<br />
<br />
Do you see me<br />
When I look in your eyes?<br />
Do you see someone who lives<br />
Or someone who dies?<br />
<br />
Do you see a fighter<br />
Or someone who quits?<br />
Someone whose hand you'd shake<br />
Or someone at whom you'd spit?<br />
<br />
These are the questions<br />
When meeting someone new.<br />
Isn't it sad<br />
What a stigma can do?KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-90703351623588054762013-08-01T01:32:00.002-04:002013-08-01T01:32:35.897-04:00Our Generation <b>I am a teacher and I was speaking to my kids today during school. I asked them "What do you do after school?" Their responses were: "Go on facebook." "Nothing." "Play games on X-Box." I realized that children lost the ability to play and do not know the true joys of a summer day. This poem is the result. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
From hop scotch<br />
To cops and robbers,<br />
I played outside<br />
To pass the hours.<br />
<br />
Our own phone lines<br />
To Yikes and Paul Frank<br />
We saved our pennies<br />
In our piggy bank.<br />
<br />
<i>Are You Afraid of the Dark?</i><br />
And SNICK at night<br />
To stay up to watch them<br />
With your parents you'd fight.<br />
<br />
You called your friends<br />
Made plans after school<br />
If we imagined a disconnect<br />
We'd be called a fool.<br />
<br />
What happened then,<br />
To that simpler time?<br />
A change occurred<br />
Without reason or rhyme.<br />
<br />
No longer do children<br />
Play outside all day<br />
To run, imagine laugh,<br />
Instead they'd rather stay<br />
<br />
Inside the house,<br />
On a computer all bright,<br />
Surfing the web,<br />
On Facebook all night.<br />
<br />
Friends are made<br />
Not in flesh and blood,<br />
With a click of the mouse,<br />
You've got a new bud.<br />
<br />
We've disconnected<br />
So far from our life,<br />
Each other's laughter,<br />
One another's strife.<br />
<br />
We have forgotten<br />
A simple touch,<br />
From human interaction,<br />
We learn so much.<br />
<br />
Kids today, they<br />
Don't understand<br />
The world out there,<br />
The need for a plan.<br />
<br />
Behind their PC<br />
They cannot stay<br />
Chatting and gaming<br />
And wasting a day.<br />
<br />
What happened to us<br />
Our own feeling goal?<br />
Wires and gadgets<br />
Have replaced our very soul.<br />
<br />
Humanity is gone<br />
Or seems far away,<br />
On cellphones and laptops<br />
We spend our days.<br />
<br />
I long for summer<br />
Of playing in the sun<br />
An imaginative game<br />
From when I was young.<br />
<br />
We knew how to laugh<br />
We knew how to play<br />
We knew how to touch<br />
And we knew what to say.<br />
<br />
We knew our friends<br />
And where they lived<br />
We knew their touch<br />
And the love they gived.<br />
<br />
Today we miss that,<br />
The human touch.<br />
To get that back,<br />
Am I asking too much?KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-1829926818784430762013-07-31T22:14:00.001-04:002013-07-31T22:14:45.342-04:00Love Labor's Lost<b>A friend of mine is really sick. This is my way of coping with it. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Love labor's lost<br />
Lost love's labors<br />
Crushed in the chest<br />
Blood tastes like some flavors.<br />
<br />
The hurting, the pain<br />
The pain, the hurting<br />
My hands to my chest<br />
The blood's still spurting.<br />
<br />
Fears locked away<br />
Locked away fears<br />
Hands pressing eyes<br />
Can't stop the fears.<br />
<br />
Hate and anger<br />
Anger and hate<br />
Clawing at the soul<br />
Though I can't stop fate.<br />
<br />
Apart flies my thoughts<br />
Thoughts fly apart<br />
If I lose you<br />
There's a hole in my heart.<br />
<br />
One fight one fear<br />
One fear one fight<br />
Don't close your eyes<br />
For that long endless night.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-72630476409659401912013-07-31T22:10:00.001-04:002013-07-31T22:11:17.538-04:00A Realization <b>This has been a really crazy week. So I've come up with a poem that made me realize things. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Sometimes when I<br />
Stop and think<br />
I realize something.<br />
<br />
I realize I was put<br />
On this earth for a<br />
Reason.<br />
<br />
That people are<br />
Behind me<br />
For a reason.<br />
<br />
That I have<br />
Many doubts and fears<br />
For a reason.<br />
<br />
That light and dark<br />
And dark and light<br />
Flash for a reason.<br />
<br />
My thoughts fly<br />
Out of control<br />
For a reason.<br />
<br />
I want to<br />
Die, cry, lie<br />
For a reason.<br />
<br />
Life and death<br />
Exist always<br />
For a reason.<br />
<br />
And if we<br />
Lose someone<br />
It's for a reason<br />
We can't begin<br />
To understand.<br />
<br />
Life happens<br />
Always happens<br />
For a reason.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-60413441215829871992013-07-30T10:26:00.000-04:002013-07-30T10:26:01.290-04:00The Flow of the city<b>I'm working with my students on poems about where they grew up. Here's my own street flow. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
The lights of the city welcome<br />
Me with their glow.<br />
Buildings surround me<br />
This concrete jungle I know.<br />
The traffic and sounds soothe<br />
Me with their flow<br />
As I walk the streets<br />
That I so well know.<br />
<br />
The people I pass<br />
They don't see me<br />
They hurry off getting<br />
To places they need to be.<br />
It's a mad rush,<br />
Like the hive of a bee,<br />
All shapes and sizes,<br />
A kaleidoscope to see.<br />
<br />
I wouldn't trade it<br />
My own corner of the sky<br />
Here is where I grew up<br />
Here is where I'll die.<br />
I travel far<br />
And across the world so wide<br />
But I always wash in here<br />
With the ebb of the tide.<br />
<br />
<br />KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-85149705688777780652013-05-08T19:16:00.000-04:002013-05-08T19:16:20.094-04:00Reflection<b>After that same person emailed me, I started to think on our relationship. This came to me. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
A joke you played<br />
Makes me smile<br />
A laugh, a pun<br />
I'd run 800 miles.<br />
Just to be<br />
That close to you<br />
And feel you pride<br />
In all I do.<br />
<br />
Will I get there?<br />
Can I be close?<br />
A word from you<br />
Will mean the most.<br />
<br />
One day perhaps<br />
After a long bend<br />
That day when I<br />
Finally call you friend.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-44721872805087237192013-05-08T19:04:00.001-04:002013-05-08T19:04:30.803-04:00A Merry Amusement<b>This poem is when a near and dear person to me decided to poke gentle fun at me. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
A joy<br />
A laugh<br />
A freedom<br />
A song<br />
A smile<br />
Some pride<br />
Your pride<br />
Fills me<br />
I'm whole<br />
Complete.<br />
<b><br /></b>KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-12480059271090621572013-04-30T20:39:00.005-04:002013-04-30T20:39:56.984-04:00For yesterday and today<b>Things have been a bit insane so I haven't been able to post as frequently as I'd like. But here are two haikus for yesterday and today. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Winds blowing, changing<br />
Driving forces transcend me<br />
Hoping to relate.<br />
<br />
Thoughts going around<br />
Filling my head and my soul<br />
Driving me insane.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-23081743202092715022013-04-28T22:06:00.004-04:002013-04-28T22:06:36.145-04:00For the past two days<b>The short Haikus were the only things I could create as my show closed. </b><br />
<br />
Lights rise in the room.<br />
Anxiety spreads through us<br />
Hoping it will end.<br />
<br />
A running last thought<br />
Fills my brain leaving in shards<br />
To painful to think. KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-67376704439213216632013-04-26T15:55:00.001-04:002013-04-26T15:55:42.676-04:00Change<b>So yesterday's poem and the one the day before, was written in the heat of the moment. The big realization turned out to be a big mistake, rather a misunderstanding. Seems this person always shows up when I least expect it at a moment when I need to hear from him the most. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
A turn, a spin<br />
A switch, a change<br />
Emotions unravelled<br />
A changing game.<br />
<br />
When I'm on stage<br />
What do you see?<br />
A moment of joy?<br />
Are you proud of me?<br />
<br />
No matter what<br />
I do or see<br />
I will always care<br />
About how you look at me.<br />
<br />
Will that change?<br />
I don't see how<br />
I love you a lot<br />
Forever and now.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-31508817078247548522013-04-25T11:27:00.000-04:002013-04-25T11:27:42.219-04:00I Should Forget<b>Thinking of this man makes me reflect on all that I am. And on the pain of rejection that was caused by me thinking too much of him. Here's "I Should Forget."</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
A sad sort of quiet<br />
Seeps in over me<br />
A realization, a thought<br />
Defining who I will be.<br />
<br />
To trust, to love<br />
It takes some time<br />
To have it smashed<br />
Without reason or rhyme.<br />
<br />
To hold you up high<br />
To get close to you<br />
A mistake so stupid<br />
And narrow in view.<br />
<br />
Your acceptance I long for<br />
But never seem to get<br />
I suppose of this<br />
I should no longer fret.<br />
<br />
In you I saw<br />
All I wanted to be,<br />
So proud, so successful<br />
I guess I couldn't see<br />
<br />
Past my own blindness<br />
After all, you're only a man<br />
Not a demigod or prince<br />
That would've suited my plan.<br />
<br />
I knew I didn't matter<br />
To you much at all,<br />
But praise words from you<br />
Made me feel ten feet tall.<br />
<br />
I held each one dear<br />
Close to my heart<br />
To close my open wounds<br />
I thought I'd never start.<br />
<br />
I should forget you<br />
Move on through the pain.<br />
Still I think of you fondly<br />
When I hear your name.<br />
<br />
Forgetting you<br />
Is the hardest part<br />
After all of the footprints<br />
You've left on my heart.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-86544059896680695922013-04-24T16:56:00.004-04:002013-04-24T16:56:55.594-04:00A surprise<b>So this poem comes from one of my dear friends and one of my heroes considering coming to a show I'm doing this weekend. I don't know if she'll come or not, but just the fact she is considering it means a ton to me .</b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Just one night<br />
A balancing act<br />
A tremulant emotion<br />
I'll try not to crack .<br />
<br />
I can't believe<br />
After so long<br />
Acknowledgment of my work<br />
She'll see it, right or wrong. <br />
<br />
She's coming to see<br />
The work that I do<br />
A judgement, a snapshot<br />
And a smile too.<br />
<br />
I shouldn't be nervous<br />
I really shouldn't fear<br />
I'm sure at worst I'll get<br />
"well done my dear."<br />
<br />
But memories still haunt<br />
Of times not long ago<br />
When a tone in her voice<br />
Said things weren't a go.<br />
<br />
The fear still exists<br />
The terror all to real<br />
From curtain to curtain<br />
I'm sure I won't feel<br />
<br />
Any joy from praise<br />
That comes my way<br />
A light in her eyes<br />
Will be all that's needed to say.<br />
<br />
Her expressions I know<br />
Only too well<br />
The wrong one that night<br />
Will send me to hell.<br />
<br />As scared as I am<br />
I'm stoked as well<br />
Just to have her there<br />
Even in my private hell.<br />
<br />
A laugh, a smile<br />
That's really all I'll need<br />
To make me relax<br />
And the fear to recede.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-25458140731454492832013-04-23T15:22:00.002-04:002013-04-23T15:22:34.679-04:00For the past two days<b>So my schedule is hectic, but I am still writing. I will have much more time to write once my play is over. That being said, here are the two poems I wrote in the past two days. The first is a Haiku about my show, the second is a realization that hit me earlier today. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Bang Bang You're Dead<br />
<br />
Rehearsing nightly<br />
Opening looms very near<br />
Excitement unfolds.<br />
<br />
<b>A revelation happened to me today when I checked my email box and didn't see the email I was expecting. And haven't seen it for the past several days. So I think in my own little way, I have to make peace with something. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
An idol destroyed<br />
A vision shattered<br />
My life a void<br />
Nothing does matter.<br />
<br />
A hole in my heart<br />
So deep within me<br />
The pain, the part<br />
You never will see.<br />
<br />
A cleaner break<br />
A thought of me<br />
A word for my sake<br />
You're a huge part of me.<br />
<br />
I have worked hard<br />
To make you proud<br />
Your rejection a shard<br />
Your silent message loud.<br />
<br />
I'll hide away<br />
A shadowy hall<br />
Thinking of a way<br />
To stop this hard fall.<br />
<br />
I'll say goodbye<br />
Nothing's left to say<br />
I'll try not to cry<br />
In this parting of way.KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5736016790185868813.post-14243475679405353882013-04-21T00:42:00.002-04:002013-04-21T00:42:18.575-04:00Three new poems!<b>I've been crazy with rehearsal so I haven't really had a chance to post but here are the three poems I have written. </b><br />
<b><br /></b>
Hair<br />
Long and flowing locks<br />
New cuts always feel so good.<br />
Loving it lots.<br />
<br />
Flowers<br />
A beautiful scent<br />
Vibrant colors to set sights<br />
Cheering up daily.<br />
<br />
Spring<br />
Love is in the air<br />
Flowers are blooming freshly<br />
Scintillating thoughts. KABhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15530379187997542257noreply@blogger.com0