Pretty Butterfly

Saturday, October 18, 2003

Another poem......thought easily for first few verses but took some time for others.....hope i can get a feeling of how an artist felt......

Superstar

what does it feel like a superstar
shining brightly under the shimmering light
finding oneself only too bright
Surrounded by everyone making so it all so tight

Well verse in the arts
Intergrating three parts
Dancing ,singing, acting
These making up the terrific delicate cuts

Looking in the mirror dancing with grace
behind the beauty of all is only a face
when do I ever come out of this ugly phase
or continue to trap in a merciless place?

voices are trained to beautiful language, its assume
lifeless score sheets are turn to melodious tunes
will I be the one who croon
that grapes are not dried into prunes

Moving with fluidity
Emotions flowing like eternity
Will I make audiences dance with sanity?
Or go crazy with insanity?

Is this a price of fame
for I could not blame
This is a job I like to proclaim

"Life would not be the same
if ever arts is a nagging pain"

Dreams never come true
9:58 pm