Tuesday, October 23, 2007 / 11:15 AM

you can hear the rigourous movement of their pens,
the ceiling fan going about its usual routine, so nonchalant by comparison.
the knocking of knees make the firm steady pace of my heels, sound slow

The stress, and their imaginary whirls of facts hover intimidatingly over their heads
their nerves you'll be pleased to see, hopeful eyes for the sullen faced
it's a time you witness the winners and the defeated
it's their time to shine, to flaunt, to give it their best shot.

and when their hour came, they died....
Most became relieved of their anxiety,
the rest could only realize that they have lost the battle
they could only look up in perplexity

and these warriors, defeated or glorified
stride across the field,
recuperate, or mug on
for the next few days of war

to my dearlings in class, i wish you well

The Girl Inside

Michelle,
seeking the best in her, yet looking at her best days unfolding right before her at the same time.
contact her at: inspiremydance@hotmail.com
"It's not how hard you fall, but how hard you fight back."

Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon.

~endless time in the studio
~more cuppa time with dearlings
~travel more places
~dressing up
~getting that diver's license by 2009

Tuesday, October 23, 2007 / 11:15 AM

The Girl Inside

Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon.

Break The Silence

SOULMATES ON THIS JOURNEY

Never Forget Your Thank Yous

Memories