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When a woman loves youYou can do nothing wrongYou can charm her with a songFrom you, she hardly needs a few.
When a woman loves youThe world looks beautifulEverything is wonderfulWhen she adores you.
Night is speckled by the full of the moonwater descends to glistening croonspink and violet ballerinas, pirouette on floating padsto the rhythm of blue ripples lapping the sand
Walking in the desert is an act of complete awarenesss,
You are a visitor
You must tread lightly
The desert demands respect, you hapazardly and carelessly step, you will be pricked, you will be stung
𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓹
𝓑𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼
𝓐 𝓱𝓪𝔃𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓰𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓐 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼, 𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓮
"your capabilities do not lie in here" he said
gesturing at his arms and legs
he tapped his forehead
"they are here"
his finger hovered over his heart
"and here"
I walk in the room
You are dressed so fine
A beautiful face
A saint in a shrine
Do I dance with you
Colors take me away
Sweep me up in a flourish of pigment
A swarm of hues and shades
Come to rest within my head
The colors take me away
Consumed in a rush
Under the glow of flickering neon
Shhh… we must whisper when we say this.
This is for you my regrettable desire
This is for the Love I thought we could’ve had
And the love we never will have
A Beautiful smell dancing around the air resting in our souls and providing peace to our unsettled hearts. A smell that gives and gives, but scarcely do we see who has given us this gift.
Just
by erika taylor
Sunsets with you are just prettier,
It’s pretty plain to see,
That feeling of you,
Loving me.
Vivi was a dancer
Tip, tippity tap
Her feet intricately skipped
As if she were communicating
Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train
into town...
I had half a bitter
at the Café de Piaf
in Waterloo...
I went to work
I’ll never forget that last dance
That I danced with her.
It only took a smile, a glance
And we were shoulder to shoulder.
We sank so deep into a trance
It seemed we’d never stir.
Some people change because of pain, for better or worse,
We all possess a light side within us
and dance in it in the best of times
There's a darkness in my veins,
I hadn't noticed before.
as I stare at my hands,
I feel so lost, unsure.
I must have stared for hours,
for when I did look up.
I saw the dark before me.
I’d never ridden a motorcycle before.
But when she asked if she could take me for a ride
I couldn’t find a single reason to say no.
I remember the little girl she used to be
in her bright tutus and soft-footed slippers.
She would stand on my feet as we waltzed,
which I couldn't do as well as I pretended.
As humans, we desire to feel like we belong,
To be with people who make us feel strong,
As humans, we desire to feel acknowledged,
To have others accept us and our vibrant knowledge.
WhisperOctober love and a delicate signatureDaintilysinging a spirits humble vowUnderindigo seasons of air Shadowsfuse and tempo with intimacyRain
My sneakers like to smile,
Their lips seem to tease,
“It’s been a while.
Put on music,
Be at ease.”
Those dirty old things,
They taught me my footing,
They taught me to count beats,
When I have both earphones in my ears, I swear
I can dance.
The right playlist is all I need.
Either in my snow rimmed mirror.
In the path of hardware.
I'll prance.
The lights were dim and we were together.
The DJ spun another record and under the faint illumination of the chandeliers we swayed.
You spun me and I felt like royalty.
The pipes played as the piano sang along its keys, while twelve ladies danced,
Travelling across with unprecedented beauty.
Step by step. No falter could be seen.
Elegance and grace surrounded the sisters.
The music was loud; the parents were proud.
It was the first night of the annual ball, and the little bear was dancing with a young girl.
Greedy, gutsy, and golden, Goldilocks left the bear to dance alone.
Once a upon a time,
There was a girl named Cinderella who was poor.
Her cruel stepsisters and stepmother
Made her do all the chores.
leap; slide in the dust of clean floorslow motion, as a rubber band snapand sweet focusin courage; extensions of psycheundulate motion in air; space of starsrelease.hold tendons together; pull tight
Life gave me you,
Life gave me this moment,
Life gave me two left feet,
this sunset,
and it is only the beginning.
We slow danced at the foot of the big Oak Tree
never to the beat,
wouldn't it be perfect,
if eveyone danced as society told them,
because there is no room for free will,
because there is no room for a creative spirit,
there is no room to be your own person,
I move
Fluidly through the room
Spinning
Arching
Bowing
I leap through the air, landing and turning,
almost silent
She twirled and danced with grace and muse
Her strings did not stop it
All came to see the show she gave
But then, the floor she hit
She has passion in her eyes
While she tries not to cry
The cold hard floor has become her friend again
She can not practice through the pain
An unplanned gathering,
Turned into a landmark event.
Ocean waves become steady heartbeats.
Heart thrums wildly,
To the beat of the music.
Fingers thump loudly,
Dancing to the drums.
Feet tap noiselessly,
To the rhythm in the air.
Bodies sway side to side,
When I was little I liked to dance in the rain
I didn't care about the mud
clinging to my bleach blonde hair
and ruining my shorts
I smiled wide, not caring
but when I came in late home from school
A friendship so beautiful,
The world's eyes are forever searching,
But fail to find, rendered sightless by greed.
The hatred tries to bleed into, incompetent.
A home broken like an ocean floor of glass,
Keeps me on my toes like a dancer
Watch my words curtsey at the end of each line
Enunciating as if my words didn't fall short with country
Not ready to confess, but I'll write
Lucy -
My love, what a rough day I've had
Take me into your arms and hold me tight
Don’t let me go till the morning light
Memories closing in
Shadows of the past
Windows breaking
Glimmering shards
Upon the floor
Walls large and daunting
No reflection in the mirror
You don't exist
A wisp of fog rolling by
The rain poured, and I stayed inside.
Plenty of clouds, not a drop of light.
Can't go outside, so I turn on a song
Started feeling lonely before too long.
Come on over, we can dance together.
Ghosts fade, yet memories remain
laced within the final song.
Voices moan as the ballad grows
although, they're all long gone.
Feet in time, I dance the line
wanting to forget them all.
Steps she steps
Thoughts forgotten
Movements driven Purely
Buy the sound
The smell
The taste
Natures tears
I smile in hope they will stop staring.
I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror.
I smile in hope to make someone's day.
Somewhere I'm dancing in the street,
alone,
my sneakers dirty from running,
running from feeling scared,
running from any feeling at all,
because in the end,
feelings hurt more than they heal,
Everywhere corner of this crowded room
is filled with images of photoshopped beauties.
Every rack is covered with girls
who drown in perfection.
Every man by their side
is sculped by angels.
The world was spinning, or maybe it wasn't, maybe it was all just in the young woman's imagination
stomach in knotts
heart racing
cant
breathe
this is my favorite feeling
its friday night and the lights are
oh so bright
my makeup and hair are done
to the "T"
The song of my soul is playing,
The beat entrapping me, surrounding me
Lifting me up at all times,
So why is your shroud still here?
No matter how far I run,
I could even fly away,
When I am left with the emptiness in my bedand loneliness consumes my heart,I think of you. I think of all the times we had together.I think of the December nights we spentlaying next to each other
1 and 2
Arm here hip there
Hit it hard now
Fly through the air
You're taken to another place
3 and 4
Your soul leaves your body
You're wanting more
When darkness surrounds me,
When hateful words weigh down heavily,
There is always one thing,
That is sure to bring,
A smile onto my face.
My worries vanish without a trace.
Sometimes, the hardest thing to find in this world
is yourself.
Who are you
when you have everything
is as important as who you are
when you have nothing
I swim through late night rendezvous
featuring old Christmas music,
my nose guiding me towards Coppertone dreams.
Coconut lime incense soaks the curves and ripples of my mind
when my heart wants to fly
I sing a song,
a song i sing,
sitting on a tire swing
Loving, living, breathing air
summer breeze blows in my hair
The birds disburse as notes fly away
It's on the news, all of the time
That death shall come and seek
Where death shall find
When I get up in the mornings
I don't want to die anymore.
I don't get up and think that I am ugly.
I eat on a regualr basis.
I have friends.
I wake up and I am happy.
I am the person I want to be.
Why should I
sit down
watching time flow past
like a river filled with melancholy reminders
when I can be standing
singing
dancing
to the rhthymn of a thousand voices
a hundred drums
I haven't had lessons since the age of three
but me?
I'm a dancer
Those rhythms in my soul are always pounding
Pulsating, shaking, crying, hoping, longing
For a dance floor
Deep in the forest where the wolfs bane grows
The midnight fairy comes out to dance.
Her motions are so graceful and her beauty perennial.
Moving slightly to the left
And then slightly toward the right.
Putting all my effort on the table
And dancing away the night.
Giving all I’ve got to give
And trying not to see what’s in sight.
Lead me through this life
Only ever dance with me
Swear you are my one and only
Until we both believe
Promise that you'll always need me
And show it to me more
Tell me I'm your one and only
Faster and faster,
Until the air leaves your lungs.
You can’t breathe
But that’s okay that’s the feeling you’ve been waiting for
You dance until you feel like you’re going to drop and then you move on
it feels like
breathing
in and out
limbs stretching to the sky
feet tripping and stumbling
mistaken for graceful
when the landing
sticks
Her pastel blue dress flowing like a river,
cascading down her legs.
The moon light, casting an iridescent glow
on her already tanned skin.
His suit, black like the night sky above
He is the sole musician his notes push her every movement.
His rhythm sets her stepsHis melody sets her movementsHis grace matches her own.
A dream divineIs only a nightmareIf a thought is to blind beyondMeasures I often question such a beautifulCurse of a dreamIs it only a reality that we often wonder?
These delicate lumps of of tendons, muscle, bone
Carry on for mile, miles all alone.
As their master's eyes close
To escape from it's woes,
These small little toes will keep fluttering along.
Our love was perfect tonight.
It sparkled, danced radiantly, so right.
The eyes that saw our treasured bond
knew we were sincere and fond.
You took my hand and didn't let go,
Silently I dance
To the beat of my own drum
I care not about the looks I get,
Nor for the people that they're from.
Who are they to judge me?
Those too afraid to be unique
La la tu tu tu to ri pu ti tu
Le Le Le is si fu
La la tu tu tu to ri pu ti tuLa la la si fu
Tu to ri tu ru fu LE Te lo ri si fuTu to ri tu ru fu leTA lo ri fu
Eh Le ca se Le taaaaaaaa
Come softly now to the meadow
Come, in all your downy glory
Fragile and beautiful,
Gleaming eyes of Boreas watch as you dance
Round ‘n round you go
Radiant, ravishing, and refined
Gloriously white
People are unpredictable.
If you think they are who they say they are, then you're wrong from the start.
You can only know somebody, if you truly know their heart.
But how will you know that if they cover up their scars,
The dancer's shoes lay alone,Arms wrapped around their bodies in a deep sleep,That fell upon them like a heavy cloak.Yet still there is a rigidity,That remains poised and ready for action
There is nothing more that can be done
The list is winding down
The black and white of lights flashing
The colors swimming around people’s bodies.
Tonight is not just a pit of people dancing
There is nothing more that can be done
The list is winding down
The black and white of lights flashing
The colors swimming around people’s bodies.
Tonight is not just a pit of people dancing
The flowing dancer
spinning with the tongue
the pen
the pencil
sentences tumbling at times
only to stand once more
graceful as ever
Moving quickly
then slowly
Wait for me.
I'll be there;
Head held strong and arms opened wide,
Ready to take the world on.
My voice to reach many people,
My dance moves to get people jumping,
My acting to induce laughter,
Have you wanted to go dancing,
With someone who calls themselves clumsy?
When you yourself are clumsy?
Makes you think, can two clumsy people
Make a graceful dance?
Or do two wrongs make a write?
Dancing
I love to dance
Afro-Caribbean Dance
Pulsing with the beat of the drum
Dunham Technique
Feeling my muscles stretch, pull, protest
The best moments are when the logic of my brain is silenced
The crowded room is much too small for you;
From locks of hair to smiles of gold you dance,
And yet not once did you give me a glance;
But with one glance I would give all to you.
The corner suits me well, invisible
“It is said that Prometheus
ascended into heaven
and secretly lit his torch
at the chariot of Helios,
in order
to bring down fire to man”
Oops.
I am not in love with you,
But I have written too many poems
With your names in all of the blank spaces
To ignore this feeling.
Inside the body
There is where our enigma resides,
Between our arms and our thighs,
It thrives.
How do you know for sure this isn't the last time you are going to hold me tight and let me dance on your feet?
Darkness falls and all are sleeping
All but one
At midnight a door opens to the night
Two bright eyes peer out
Out of the slumbering house leaps a young girl eager to start the dance
A sweltering hot summer’s day
Clouds gather like a funeral procession
And let down their tears
Earth is cleansed as pelting sheets of drops flood empty streets
Empty but for one bare-footed stranger
And so they remember, what it's like to dance in the rain.
Let the walls drop, laughing at the world.
When I first danced
I was an elephant
Heavy and stomping
and swaying my heavy tusks,
The Duck would tell me
"No No No! Don't stomp step lightly"
and so thus I became a gorilla.
I.
There’s a club in Tel Aviv
near the dolphinarium.
I know almost nothing
about it— except one
thing— about a decade
ago, twenty-one teenagers
died, when a man I know
even less about decided
"Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch. Again."
Wipe the sweat before they see.
"Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch."
Just breathe. Ignore the pain.
Keep dancing. Show no weakness.
SMILE!
