Silky curls1
Tumble around2
Seventeen-year-old woes3
As worn shoes4
Pound the unforgiving pavement5
Of manicured suburbia6
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It is so hard to see the future when you are 17. Goodness only knows why now is the time that they insist we begin our futures by choosing colleges and careers. I know no more of what I truly want from life than I know about taming wild horses. But life is a continual game of horse-taming; full of ups and downs, pain and satisfaction, and new beginnings.9
With dreams for wings10
And eyes only for the stars11
She seeks release12
In burning lungs13
And fading hopes14
With that said, a bit about my current self. I am a senior in high school. I take very hard classes. Jogging is my therapy! I also sing in choir and take private voice lessons. I am a first soprano, which means I sing in the stratosphere, so to speak. I am classically trained, but I also sing musical theatre (I am better at classical!). I dream of being a star. In acting, singing, or dancing, I long for stardom, to somehow distinguish myself from the countless others who live and pass on this earth without leaving a trace of their existence...15
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Arching 17
Double-helix staircases18
Gracefully entwine:19
Luminous as Lothlorien;20
Lit by gilded candles,21
Wreathed in silver swirls22
Padded by velvet carpet23
And misty gossamer curtains24
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Like all others, my ideal future includes wealth: long, fancy dresses to be worn at my whim and will, sparkling jewelry for every occasion, a closet-full of minute shoes for my fairy-feet. And I want to be young enough to enjoy it. I want to travel! New Zealand, Italy, perhaps South America: those are my goals! I would love to build my house to resemble Lothlorien or Rivendell. I want to live here in Washington, in the trees, under the majestic gaze of the snow-crowned mountains... 26
Graceful as the passing wind,27
Light as butterflies’ wings;28
Thousands of eyes29
Cling30
In enchanted wonder31
To the pure divinity32
That robes33
The prima ballerina34
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For eight months now, I have studied ballet and jazz. I have also started taking lyrical jazz, which is a combination of ballet and jazz. I love it so much; it is like writing poetry with the body. Indeed, I get the same thrill from dance that I do from words. I started dancing late in life, but I still dream of being a prima ballerina in the Pennsylvania Ballet or NYCB... I long to be that beauty gliding across the stage with unparalleled skill and grace. Dance and beauty have always gone hand-in-hand in my mind for some reason, and I also dream of being truly beautiful. But in the same way that I cannot change my face and body, it is unlikely that I will ever do pointe do to the ravages and abuses that soccer has inflicted upon my ankles.36
Crystal notes37
Ring 38
Through the sleeping consciousness39
Of the wakeful dreamers40
Severing ties to reality41
Cloaking listeners42
In the purest of bliss43
Hearts buoyed 44
By the shimmering45
Golden melody46
Of the radiant soprano47
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If words are the release of the heart, music is the liberation of the soul. In the two years I have taken private voice lessons, I have come to loathe the inevitable outcome: praise from the judges and a front-row seat to watch the winner receive her laurels. In this, my third year of voice lessons, my last year in high school, I cannot describe how much I want to win. But it will not happen; my friend is far too good. But someday, far in the future, perhaps I will indeed be the star I long to be, if only singing were a practical career.49
Words flow50
In the purest form of perfection,51
Soon to be distributed52
To the expectant masses53
Impatiently waiting54
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Of all the professions, being a writer would doubtless be the most wonderful. What I wouldn't give to be like J.K. Rowling, with an entire globe of fans praising my work and practically killing each other in their rush to get their hands on my latest work... Wouldn't that be something? Oh to be appreciated and revered...56
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No music will move her sundered soul58
No dream can satisfy aching ambitions59
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She is beloved.61
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For all that I can dream and toil and perhaps achieve some of my lofty goals, it will all be worthless if I am not loved. Love is life. I will not live in this heartless world alone; I can only pray that someday I will indeed be beloved.63
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You've caught on to my evil plot! Actually, I didn't notice the part where she asked for a story, so I wrote a poem. Then, I went back and read the rules before submitting, and noticed my mistake. I couldn't waste a perfectly good poem, now could I? So, I included it in my story. 
