Presenting....

As production season gets into full swing, here are just some of my feelings about it... (and the fact that I just watched an incredibly intense production video...)

The pressure is on
Can you feel hearts racing?
Everyone is watching,
Everyone is waiting...

Don't you see
The flustered faces
The rushed thoughts thinking,
"Can't we be in other places?"

Does everyone have to see
As we falter and fake it
While secretly praying
That we perform and make it

The stage is set
The script has been written
And we're waiting patiently
For our cue to begin

Action is called
We line up in our formation
Nothing can compare
To our inner exhilaration

Weeks of preparation
Have brought us to this day
Once the curtain closes
This will be a memory, fading away

So let's make it the best we can
We'll put on a show never before seen
We'll show the audience
That we could be on the silver screen

Our dreams of perfection
Are as vast as the very stage we perform on
And as every seat is taken, we hold our breath
As the music is cued and the curtain is drawn...


(Ooooooooh)

Waxing Poetic (Simply Inspired)

I should be studying, but as usual, I am procrastinating. Seriously hoping for a snow day, which is usually a lost cause because its already been jinxed. Oh well. Instead, I want to share a poem, of something, about someone, or anything in between... Oh what to write...

I love the feeling that surges through my veins
When something great is accomplished when all hope was lost
Because somehow those great deeds could only be done
At the highest price, a most miserable cost.

The pieces gathered together, all neat and aligned
So kindly and so sweet they fell into place
Now to others who only saw sadness in me
See a bright, beaming smile in its place.

Perhaps waiting is tortuous
Yes, no one wants to pass the time waiting
How true are these words for a student who has a deadline
Or a young girl who is dating

But time has this funny way
Of showing us that this is all for our good
So we do as we're told
And follow nicely like we should

And somehow all those little parts
That were randomly thrown askew
Come together like the notes of a song
And reveal depth, and beauty to show they are true.

Waxing graceful poetics
On my side of the screen
Do you understand my happiness?
Do you know what I mean?

The hand that is guiding us
Holding us close and tight
Has all the answers and pieces
And only He knows what's right

So He's putting together the puzzle of our lives
Careful to be sure that the pieces are properly placed
And if we mess up, cuz sometimes we do
Who says we can't fix our mistakes with some paste?

:D


I guess you could say this poem is a jumble of thoughts. My mind has been all over the place I am kind of amazed I could write something semi-coherent/poetic... Does anyone get it?
Basically, I am pretty happy right now. Despite the confusion and pressure, things are coming together...

I Recycled Myself!

I gave blood today! And I learned a lot from the experience! So I wanted to share it with you! (Pardon my exclamation points--really excited and kinda loopy :D)

1. It is so sad the questions they have to ask you and the information you have to read prior to giving blood. Has society stooped so low that the basic reading information should have an X-Rated warning on the front? I think not! But, as we live in Galus, what I read is common practice... How pathetic... Ok, now a bit of a rant--are people so sick they can't control their physical urges that put their lives and others in danger?? I feel so disgusted after reading what was in that booklet, I could barely read the rest of it... (but I skimmed it cuz they make you read that thing... but seriously, a little warning would be appreciated for us BY girls who like to keep our little bubbles intact and not muss up our neshamos. Oish)

2. You only are as afraid as you make yourself. Life shouldn't be based on fear. All I heard before I gave blood is needles, sharp, ow! and passing out afterwards... But I set my mind to not be afraid... and if I can use that mindset with giving blood, why not use it with life in general? I was in good hands when I gave blood... I am in good hands every day. Hashem is taking care of me. Whoa. Epiphany. When you have HaKadosh Baruch Hu guiding you every day, why be scared? Can't think of a better hand to hold...

3. Even scary experiences can be fun! I think there is more negative hype about giving blood than positive! (Haha, positive... negetive... didnt mean to be so punny... i think lacking a pint of blood has boosted my humor... unless this is bad humor, in which case... I'll stop now) I mean, yes, it's a little disturbing to see bags of blood hanging around and people being poked with needles (I watched the guy next to me get stuck.. he didnt look like he was handling it too well :P ), when you think about it, its an awesome thing! By giving blood, that gives the potential for a life to be saved! A sick child that needs a transfusion, someone who was in an accident... Wow... it's pretty incredible.

The final thing I learned from giving blood: I feel like Superman! Ok, that's my ego talking, but I can't help it. I am pretty happy :D

(Pardon my rant-y-ness and rambling, it was a busy night!)

A Belated Chanukah Present For You

Cuz I finally got a Round Tuit!!

A Little Worry...

The same conversation plays every week
It's happened so often
I have learned to just not speak.

But inside my head I am reeling and screaming
Can't this just be one of those times
When I am just dreaming?

I close my eyes to block out the noise
I calm myself down
And appear content and poised

These conversations me nervous and sweat
And all of the rantings and ravings
Sound like a deadly threat

What I hear won't happen anytime soon
But all of their arguments and chatter
Certainly make me want to fume

I've learned to keep my mouth closed
To keep quiet and nod my head dutifully,
And once again, what I am feeling won't be exposed

It makes me just a little nervous, my future is at stake
I hold back the tears
And mustering a smile, I try so hard not to break

Chanukah: Renewing Strength

In the days of our history's past
They tried to tear us down.
Learning Torah and keeping mitzvos
We could not be found

Tiny sparks kept us going
Would we let these idol worshippers win?
Would we let their obsessions and hatred
Cause us to sin?

We gathered a small army
To fight back and redeem our home
With quick attacks
We saved what was our own

Tiny flames soon lit up our lives
Once again we reclaimed our former splendor
Eight days of light burning bright
Taught us we could never surrender

And now, we have our own enemy
That is ready to rip us apart
He is so coy and cunning
Poised to strike us at the heart

He lurks in our friendships,
Where we shop and learn
But it is up to make our inner glow
Grow stronger and continue to burn

We won't succumb to the terrors of today
The society we live in has influence us to bend
Our beliefs, we let grow weak at times
But if we stand strong, our emuna won't come to an end

Hashem, we do our hishtadlus
To live strong, proud lives,
Helps us to achieve,
Until Melech HaMoshiach arrives!

Yimos HaMoshiach

Pain filled days
And distressing sorrows
No longer fill our lives
For we are living in the
Bright light of tomorrow.

The moment has finally arrived
Moshiach is here
With a shofar blowing
And dancing in the streets
His presence has destroyed all fear.

Sickness has been banished
War has been destroyed
All that is left is Hashem’s glory
Radiating through the world
And His goodness to be enjoyed.

Years of tragedy and death,
Mingled with tears and crying
With his grand entrance
He has erased all destruction
On wings, we are flying

We are free to be
Children of Hashem
Never afraid, never alone
For all fears and loneliness
Have come to an end.

Finally we have home,
With Torah permeating within
Eretz Yisroel lights up with its grandeur
An incredible awakening of Hashem’s everlasting reign
Can now finally begin.

Tightrope Walker

Stretched so far
The tightrope walker begins
The trek across
A rope so thin.

The crowd below
Watch the show
Where will the tightrope walker go?
Does even she know?

Right foot, left foot,
Slowly across the rope
The audience cheers
So she is filled with hope.

Then the walker slips
And nearly falls
But the audience doesn't care
So to who can she call?

Back again, she steadies herself
And suddenly the audience sees
Because now her show,
To the audience, it pleases.

And then, just like that
She falls, plummeting down,
And no one even cared
To pick the tightrope walker off the ground.


Is it worth it to make everyone else happy when I am only torturing myself?

One Day We'll Fly Away

Sometimes I dream

Of floating through the sky

Like a free balloon

That was released so high

I dream of soaring through the clouds

Reaching the heights that were once not allowed

I dream of swimming through the vast blueness above

I dream of being in a place that I love

I wish to watch the world

From the top looking down

I wish I could see the reasons

For all that occurs on the ground

I want a panoramic view

I really just want a clue!

I want to know why things happen in this world

I want all the secrets to be revealed and unfurled

“Does this really affect others?”

“Will I always remain stuck and the same?”

“Is there an explanation for why,

I play such a twisted, painful game?”

“Will we ever be released from this exile?”

“How much longer is ‘a while’?”

“How much longer can we witness the pain of others,

Our dearest fathers, mothers, sisters and brother?”

Yes, I dream of the impossible,

And my wish is just an impractical desire,

But if this tiny little wish can give me a glimpse of hope,

I think I’ll be able to hold lift my heart and soul higher.

I feel so stuck, down here on earth,

Because all this pain? What’s its worth?

Yet, I still believe I’ll soar towards the sky

And no longer will I be left to sigh.

In my heart and mind, I am flying to You,

Can You hold my hand as I start the countdown,

With you by my side, I am confident

That I won’t have to wait around.

I supposed I’ll have to be content

To just wishing for this day

But soon, I will be that fluttering balloon,

And one day, we’ll all fly away.