RebirthSilence. He looked at the daedal dagger and the smooth silver bracer. The essence their metal guarded didn't speak to him anymore. Lost in memories, he started to hum the melody of her last song. After seemingly infinite moments, a similar melody sounded in his mind. First it was only a tentative murmuring of a female voice, but soon she chanted the words of the song. He pressed the blade flat against the skin of his bare chest tightly. It was cold - a contrast to the hot silver of the bracer which seemed to burn into his skin ever deeper. He embraced the feelings. Speaking as if he was meaning the words only hypotheticall
the science of respirationi would spend my fifteen minutes shaking, sweating under the hot spotlights and fidgeting. i would look out at you, trembling and you would mouth it's all right, it's just me. i would imagine then that the whole room was empty-- this vast arena, constructed to dwarf me, quiet save for two pairs of lungs. (mine would be labored; yours, calm. we are embodied by our lungs.) in this fifteen minutes, robbed of an audience and grateful, i would take a breath more gasp than breath, merely to fill my lungs with the human sensation of air. i wo
performance anxietyThe moon is full tonight but there are clouds, turning the soft light gray. It is too quiet in her apartment, and too dark. So instead she imagines the shadowed balcony as a stage, floodlit. She imagines the heat of the lights, the way they hide her audience's faces and make her own face sharper--they throw the planes of her cheekbones into relief. She can feel the wide bright circle of the lights around her, and the curious gazes of the people in the crowd, resting on her skin. They are watching her, but for some reason she is not afraid, until she realizes that they are waiting. She feels as if she should make a joke, or tell a
WinningOn the screen, On the cover Of a DVD, The pictures are Ones that show me. I'll see my name On that book, And my picture on the back, With that little biography On the cover flap. When dreams become A reality, I'm what I'll hear, I'm what I'll see. I'll go to my book signing Then to my premiere, I'll wave to the people And enjoy my career. As an author, Most revered, Poetry and short stories, My forte, While as an actress, A superstar, Traveling to places So unknown an
If I Had Fifteen MinutesIf I had fifteen minutes of fame, If I could show the world, What it is to be a man like me, If I could let you know, What a fool youve been Perhaps I created a great piece of art, covered a canvas with color and line, Beautiful beyond anything seen before, dont you believe me? Let me say it clear, I wont paint! Id rather sing my song, And let you wonder what it would have been if I had! Perhaps I wrote a poem too beautiful for any words but mine, Stunningly sorrowful, powerfully thought provoking, cant you see? Ill
ReallyIt's really all quite simple I'm really hard to miss And I could never say that I haven't earned this bliss It's really in my words Though my melodies can help It's really just my charm That makes my fans just scream and yell It's really clear to see This is my time to shine You're the ones looking at me You're the ones who are now mine It's really in the look I'm tall, strong and thin My clothes fit me just right And my BMI is 10 It's really quite straightforward I know when to say please They know not to s