It starts small~
a sigh sharp enough to slice drywall,
a muttered well I never,
then a dramatic shuffle of papers
that did absolutely nothing wrong.
Then the arms cross.
The eyebrows rise.
The soul leaves the body
for a brief smoke break.
Suddenly this fully grown human~
tax-paying, grocery-shopping,
responsible-for-a-mortgage human~
is having a full-tilt hissy fit
because the Wi-Fi blinked
or someone said calm down.
There’s foot tapping.
There’s theatrical breathing.
There’s a moment where they stare
into the middle distance
like a pioneer widow
who just broke the last jar of peaches.
And you stand there thinking,
Lord help us,
the toddler has escaped
and taken over the adult body.
But eventually~
after the sighs,
the flutters,
the tragic monologue
about how no one understands
the gravity of the situation~
they return to themselves,
smooth their shirt,
clear their throat,
and say with great dignity,
“I’m fine now.”
Teen queen on the scene
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
You are never too small to make a difference, carries a powerful message, emphasizing that individual actions, regardless of scale, can have a significant impact—The Warriors
when size does matter
to be a warrioress~
leave the Drama Q
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I was burning up with fever
wondering if my dendrites were on fire
would my brain ever be the saI was burning up with fever
wondering if my dendrites were on fire
would my brain ever be the same?
would my muse escape this inferno?
would my imagination still be intact?
If not, would I rather die?
My cat Willie climbed up next to me.
He whispered this in my ear
“Stop being a drama queen and get me food.”
That brought things back into perspective.
If I died, who would feed Willie?
From that moment on I decided to live.me?
she waddled over and stuck in her toe
ooh! it’s cold she squealed with a feminine glow
the rest of us sows ignored her, she is a drama queen
she walked out to the end of the diving board then, so serene
she won’t ever jump one of the hogs said, she’s a faker
she passed gas all the way back, she is a real quaker
we rolled over and ignored her, which really got her goat
the next thing we knew, she was out in a boat
Juliet Cat was an amazing high-drama queen
I am not lying, exaggerating or trying to be mean.
She used to spend hours on her balcony, lamenting her fate.
She had a crush on Romeo, an arrogant tom cat first rate.
The rest of us could not understand why she spent days,
Pining away on the balcony, whining in all kinds of ways.
She is never happy or satisfied, the other female cats said.
One was angry with her for sure, for her husband was dead.
She does not know real misery, the widow woman mewed.
A fight broke out in the alley, a mob mentality, one got lewd.
Juliet Cat did not hear them, she was in a world of her making.
Until the balcony began quivering, and violently shaking.
It’s a tornado! Everyone ran inside and put hurricane shutters up.
Juliet Cat was the first one to skedaddle with a friendly pup.
Things were touch and go, but some were ready to celebrate,
However, the roof came down and crushed Juliet; a horrible fate.
He is a schizophrenic.
And of course, which expert is saying this to me?
A person who has never met a schizophrenic, of course,
She might not even know a schizophrenic if we made them
Wear donkey tails, and let them bite dramatic people.
The same drama queen runs into my office
Two hours later. “She is emotionally disturbed.”
Same expert, naturally.
I try not to laugh, keeping my mouth straight. “The five-year-old?”
Head nod.
What did she do?
She put red lipstick all over her mouth like a clown.
What else?
Isn’t that enough?
No.
(just kidding, maybe should be titled: H to O)
career plan
He wants to be a pool boy
sitting round the pond
with a leather-tan employer
wearing nothing but her blonde.
when too little is not enough
He wanted to be a pool boy
so he wore a string.
She fired him ‘cause it covered
just one tiny thing.
The Prairie dogging contra versies Oh, the queen of dramaturge absurd this stick stinking stirrer A interdiction of artless showmanship Dramatis personae that’s pure over acting bull in a glass house better left in an outhouse
So done with this Drama
What a waste of our Time
You will now face Your Karma
All I hear is Your Dismal Whine.........
Both families inflicted with the aftermath of a Self Serving Trauma
A Unspeakable Crime
Forever Your Loved Ones Will Pay Your Fine........
Hey Mrs. Drama Queen
Take it easy on the acting scheme
Hope so soon you will visit the land of realm
To realize the beauty of life as it be
If you value life and modesty
Come visit the land of realm
That we may get in touch
Understanding one another life
On a common ground we can only touch
Into the core of the human inhibiting us
A soul so free, so proud to be
Free of social chains, free of fake dreams
Dreams floating on empty grey clouds
The truth it’s either black or white
Failing to choose, failing to capture the moment
Failing to comprehend love, failing to appreciate life
Heed me well, for my approach is so real
Free of lies, free of deceives
I approached you out of respect for existence
Out of urge to love the other without “IF”
If rich, if famous, if beautiful, if have it all
Wealth and fame are limited to few,
Beauty could be true based on how you view
Full package is scarce in so many forms and means
I’m able to provide bit of all, but above all
I know how to treat a real lady like you
I will master love when it comes to you
So come to my world without fear
Come to the real world for love is for free
I met this girl
some time ago
she is somewhat
of a drama queen...
Isn't it strange
these girls who complain
of others and drama
often fuel the fire themselves?
I told her
if you are tired
of gossip and drama
quit being the actor...
Some ladies
create the situation
merely because
it is based on jealousy...
Perhaps if these girls
bring nothing but drama
and vanity to the table
let them dine by themselves...
They gathered to say goodbye
Shell shocked and wondering why
The great Drama Queen was dead
She was found that way in bed
Didn’t think she’d follow through
But her frustration grew and grew
No one could hear her heart’s cry
Now they stood wondering why
How could she take her own life?
She...the good mother and wife
For her, the “drama” was real
She chose to die not to feel
That moment, life’s closing act
She’d left her greatest impact
This life is only a stage
Scripted drama on each page
Done “acting” she now could rest
Drama Queen played THIS role best
Eileen Manassian Ghali
When it's not about me
How'm I s'posed ta act?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
stike3, i'm outa here
(ps, I might be an *******)
Drama Queen
The world Is her oyster
And she is its pearl
Attention she seeks
Like no other goal!
Says a lot of nothing
And gets what she wants
Never giving in,
Nor giving up!
Being seen is her sport
Grabbing the attention
Attracting an audience
Is her ultimate aim!
Fashion is her passion
Looking her best
Never to be outdone,
For attention she craves!
The world is her stage
And she is its star
Making a scene
Is what she is all about!
Drama Queen
Carries no scepter
Wears no golden crown
But earned a deserved title
Drama Queen!
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