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The show is about to begin. A million people wait for me on the other side of the curtain. Someone in the audience coughs. I work my feet through my pointe shoes over, and over again. My brain goes fuzzy as all of my thoughts drain into my throat- a lump of nerves. My hands are shaking. I know I’m going to bomb out. Suddenly, the music begins, and the steps become clear in my head. The curtain opens. This is it. I close my mind to the world around me. The sea of faces fade away. I’m dancing.

Posted By bethany On 03.27.2011 @ 6:01 pm

The audience was cheering so loud I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. Before I knew it, tears were pushing past my eyes onto my cheeks. I’ll never understand why, but they did. It was at that moment when I knew that this was my fate.

Posted By Bethany On 03.27.2011 @ 5:43 pm

They look at me. They hate me. What can I do to get them to like me? No, it’s not me. It’s them. I reassure myself. They all need help, because they are the problem not me. The audience. Yes, they are the problem. Can you hear them? Are they talking about me? I need out.

Posted By Bethany On 03.27.2011 @ 2:51 pm

I was in the audience watching as everyone clapped and cheered. I wondered why I clapped when they clapped, why I blindly joined in when they cheered. Why did we all become one when we entered the auditorium?

Posted By Bethany On 03.27.2011 @ 1:01 pm

That was classic! As in a joke or event that was so awesome it will go down in history. Or the event of remembering the awesome joke or event.

Posted By Bethany On 03.26.2011 @ 9:46 pm

Structured coats rule!!! Wow I really have nothing else….

Posted By Bethany On 03.25.2011 @ 1:57 pm

Everywhere, we are surrounded by people- each person a different colored thread woven into the tapestry of our lives. A million individuals laced into one huge network of stories that we are often completely unaware of. They and mesh into our existence like so many strings on a loom, sometimes only crossing their color with ours once, but still adding- completing- the big picture that is our life. Our story.

Posted By bethany On 03.24.2011 @ 9:05 pm

However.

However is when you say “yes, that’s great, I agree, BUT…” However is not being satisfied with the statement at hand. However is not leaving anything unfinished, incomplete, unfulfilled. However is drawing out a lingering thought. However is contradicting your aforesaid statement.

However.

Posted By bethany On 03.23.2011 @ 8:48 pm

However she never knew he was going to leave. Years after she made that decision she would regret it. For now she was happy and lived each day in bliss and love.

Posted By Bethany On 03.23.2011 @ 12:29 pm

Every moment brings me closer to The End. It approaches me, its nostrils flaring, eyebrows raised. Each second it challenges me: What am I doing with my life? Who do I think I am?

If I died right this second, what difference would I have made?

Every moment brings me closer to The End. I approach it, my nostrils flaring and eyebrow raised. Defiantly, I hold my ground, though inside I shake with insecurity.

What difference have I made?

Posted By bethany On 03.22.2011 @ 7:10 pm

Approach someone you don’t know every day. It will make you more friends, help you network, and just kick you out of your comfort zone. Approaching someone can be the scariest thing you will ever do but will make job interviews so much easier.

Posted By Bethany On 03.22.2011 @ 3:38 pm

My instinctual reaction when I hear the word “policy” is to go against it. Policy is confinement, right? Well, no, it’s not really. Policy is just a word that describes how a person or group of people deal with certain things. Me? I try to have a policy of freedom.

Posted By bethany On 03.22.2011 @ 7:16 am

What someone higher up has decided should be the norm. Often not a reasonable action or rule to follow. If they had been the one’s doing the job the policy affected it would be different.

Posted By Bethany On 03.21.2011 @ 9:13 pm

I always switch whole with hole and it confuses people. Two words that mean such different things shouldn’t look so much alike. Whole is being all there not missing anything.

Posted By Bethany On 03.20.2011 @ 9:33 pm

my heart was once a gaping black hole centered in my chest I tried to fill it with empty promises and broken secrets now, green light has filled my soul it whispers “one day at a time” and slowly I take one step and then another it reminds me that life is worth living I’m finally a person I’m not ashamed to be if you look for it maybe you can see the hope in my eyes It’s not perfect but for once I feel whole

Posted By bethany On 03.20.2011 @ 7:45 pm

shapes are fun to make pictures with. But they can be nasty when you start to think about what shape you are. shapes should be fun and we should stop worrying about what the “right shape” is cuz without all of them we wont have all the pretty pictures.

Posted By Bethany On 03.19.2011 @ 8:16 pm

I always wanted to be a butterfly and glide through the air wind in my wings I always wanted to be a smile and shine like the sun beautiful face I always wanted… happiness

Posted By bethany On 03.18.2011 @ 7:37 pm

A middle-aged man sits on the gym bench, huffing. Sweat beads on his forehead. He hasn’t worked out in so long. Can words describe how much he missed it? His soul smiled a little more with each lift. It’s good to be back.

Posted By bethany On 03.17.2011 @ 9:13 pm

We have to take gym as a class to graduate high school. I took it my senior year because I had had band, and I couldn’t fit it in any other year. All I did the whole year was grade papers…so much for being fit.

Posted By Bethany On 03.17.2011 @ 2:37 pm

Will I ever stop obsessing about my figure? Will my body ever be good enough for anyone? Will it ever be good enough for me? I don’t think the issue is really about my body. I think I just need something to obsess over. I’ve only ever just wanted to be enough. Skinny enough. Pretty enough. Good enough. Good enough for who?

Posted By bethany On 03.16.2011 @ 6:38 pm

I click my heels together like a leprechaun on crack I’m so freaking happy I can’t remember the last time I felt this kind of joy golden skies fly above me wind sears through my soul I dance out this feeling I know it won’t last fuck it I’ll enjoy it while I can

Posted By bethany On 03.16.2011 @ 6:51 am

Wander. I wander this world, a lost soul. You hear that phrase a lot. I don’t even know what it means. But still, I am one. Or I think I am one. I don’t know where to go, or what to do. Who to follow? Should I follow? I don’t try to figure it out. Instead, I just wander.

Posted By bethany On 03.15.2011 @ 8:06 am

I wander down a long road. it winds and twists. gold leaves fall above me, around me, through me. my soul lifts but I don’t fall. gold, everywhere. If I die tonight, I want it to be worth this feeling. Not emptiness, but everywhere.

Posted By bethany On 03.15.2011 @ 8:02 am

Can’t let go. Won’t let go. I always see it. It’s there… Watching. Just like I’m watching it. I can’t get it out of my head, my thoughts, my dreams. I want it. I need it. It must be mine. To let go is to give up.

Posted By Bethany On 03.12.2011 @ 6:47 pm

Honey Bee is what my Mama’s mama used to call me. She made bird houses and I called her Grammy. She was the most beautiful, sophisticated person I had ever laid eyes on. Her hair was long and even though it was white she still looked young.

Posted By Bethany On 03.08.2011 @ 12:31 pm

“almost there almost there” it was becoming a mantra, and not a positive one. “If only I could get there in time, if I could just be there” thoughts swarmed his

Posted By Bethany On 03.08.2011 @ 7:16 am

Cinderella, brooms, straw brooms, dirt floors, small villages clean, maid, mom, kitchen

Posted By Bethany On 03.06.2011 @ 5:24 pm

i have all the control in the world. no one knows it yet, but im gonna rule to world and no one will be able to get past me. I will make everyone have a pet unicorn and sunflowers around their houses. I have ALLL CONTROL!!! :D

Posted By Bethany On 03.04.2011 @ 8:14 pm

Mango is the fruit that you let the juice just drip down your soft skin. The first bite is always the best, but then again, they are all the best. The fruit fills your body with joy, and giddiness run through your viens. Oh, this is indeed, a very powerful fruit.

Posted By Bethany On 02.22.2011 @ 4:45 pm

Nice looking men are often found wearing it! how nice! Also makes me want hot cocoa and a fire and pleasant music, or people. And red headed beards.

Posted By bethany On 02.16.2011 @ 7:55 pm