We had the same part
But she had more lines
How did I get fewer lines?
Standing on the stage
My costume fitting perfectly
I whisper my lines in my head
The lines that were exactly her lines
I fought for those lines
Standing on that stage I swallowed
Then opening my mouth I said them
My lines, perfectly
Since that day I picture myself standing on a stage
Starring in a movie
Chatting on a talk show
And being convincing in a commercial
In eighth grade I tried out for another set of lines
I got three lines, to share with three people
The blow to my acting talents from the teacher I hated set me back
Snarling I asked why I hadn’t had more lines
She whispered simply because I couldn’t speak loud enough
Throw me a flipping microphone then
Is it that hard to think?
Storming off I sit here now
Dreaming of my far off job
An Actrice in LA
I can be whoever you want
Just give me a chance
And if you need, hand me a microphone
I have a fear of trying out for plays
I have a fear of standing up on a stage
But ask me to be whoever you need
I’ll fill in that person’s personality so well you’ll be fooled to think I am that person
That I made your character in your book come alive
Just give me that mike
A contest entry
- What Do You Really Want To Be? by celadia.
1200 points, ended November 25, 2008, 3 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great imagery and a lovely write of who you want to be...it flows perfectly and says so much about truth and life...
congrat's on the well deserved Gold!
mystic
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this is great, very vivid imagery!
the style is unpresumptuous (sp?), and works really well, and i love the conclusion. awesome write, and congrats on winning gold!!!!!!! -
Wow! This is a really great poem! And congrats on winning gold!!
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Ah, wonderful, I love story and storyish poems, I consider this a well crafted prose poem, thanks for entering my contest.
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