Dance
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If you like to dance,
it expresses yourself;
If you do the moonwalk like Micheal Jackson,
you will learn like him;
If you like this exercise,
then you can listen to music while dancing;
It's a dance where no one touches each other
They acknowledge that each other exists
But they disagree on the beginning
who or what created us
This dance changes depending on the subject
Sweet romance
Running in fantastic lines
Agreeing with magical future
In embrace of miraculous now
We dream to heal
Instead of bombing, shelling and trashing our neighbors
Let’s all do the highly popular fun ‘Jeru’ dance
Stay up all night
Can’t handle tomorrow
Rather dance in the dark until my legs are weak and my head is spinning
I’ll say I put up a fight
Dance
Move with every fiber of your being
Dance
Like no tomorrow, time is fleeing
Dance
Dance
Embody who you are with every step
Every gallop
Every leap
Dance
"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"
She twirls
Hair in the air
Sun gleaming down
Unaware of the
War around her
Hate
Fighting
Violence
Back when the palms of his hands
weren’t scarred by calluses
and his feet were as nimble
as the sticks of a percussionist,
he danced with her in a space
It amazes me how some people are able to make their bodies move,
And how they work countless hours in an empty studio to try and improve.
Running down the stairs
With my pink embroidered dance bag
The rising temperature
Causing my skin to moisten
Like a melted Hershey bar
A boy prances on the theatre stage
His pirouettes piqued my next mind's page
His pretty face sets my eyes to him
It takes such might to unglue them
He turns, and twists and jumps so high
She is a Dancer
She has a Dancer's Soul.
Dance was her first love
Her healing and passion
The only one she trusted
Who she turned to when times where too rough
When the emotions were too much
Lights up, curtains drawn
Audience cheers, music starts
Movement flows within.
I take my first breath,
And lift my head anxiously,
He will show me how he dances,
And I will ask him where he learned to move his feet like they are leaves
Like they are light and bright and free,
And he,
Thoughts invite Emotions to a dance
An elegant waltz
They don't skip a step
For the fear of telling the story wrong looms over their heads like the gleaming chandelier
Held together like glue
How do you achieve such grace
Movements so stern yet at ease
Your face tells it all
It seems like the song was written
Just so you can dnace to it
Whenever it plays
If it only takes two to tango, then why do you need another dance partner? Are my steps not on time? Are we not following the same rhythm? Do I not move when you move? Or perhaps it’s you who can’t keep up with the beat.
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
one sliding foot draws the lines of the melody
the toes curling in passion and fury
the muscles rippling and tensing up the calf
Her sweet spirit, so shy to the on looking world
Exploded whenever she took the floor
She twirled and jumped before she could ever speak
And now her dreams walked out the door
I try to face a fear
At least once every year.
If for some reason I don't get a chance
I might just have to dance.
Play me a song
‘Cause I’m feeling lonely
Like the sad lyrics
Of a Troye Sivan single
Fuck it,
I’ll dance all by myself
I love to dance
But it's been corrupted
And corroded
And with every twist and turn
I fall deeper into a world
Of my own.
I check constantly for him.
For him to be on.
For him to have messaged me.
But every time, just like the last, it is no different.
Just silence.
Feet racing,dancing atopwinter snow...or spring dew.my mind stills and there is a passing peace,there is new life and fresh air breathing through my bones.dancing into darkness, dancing out.muscles work to burn away the bad, to build the new.keep
Start with a bow,
Take a side they said,
Choose your battles.
What is this?
Pulled here and there.
They argue excessively.
Tired of the rules.
Collapsed from the stress.
My eyes were opened by the lessons she revealed
My tongue was moved by her instructions
We were in a dance at every class
It never stopped
Until one day she spun me one last time
When I was a little girl
I would obsess over the horses.
I decided to dance instead,
But they never left my mind.
As the years went on I felt like I was different from the rest.
I sit in the back of a dimly lit room
Dancers swiftly move in unison in front of me
Staring at her gleaming costume
I never thought I would be free
My eye met the movement inquisitively
I close my eyes and take a step
Right, left, right, left
My hand placed gently, my hip grasped
My right leg traps with the other,
My mind goes to rest
Right left right right
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,
The competitive season is over,
But the training is not.
I think there’s so much value
In becoming involved in a sport
Where you are involved throughout
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.
Why do we do this stupid little dance?
It's very well coordinated and I know the steps by heart
But you don't seem to understand that with each twist and turn we destroy what we have
It's broken down into simple steps
The beat of the drums shook the Earth,
but my feet remained unmoved,
tripping and trying to search
for the right jive and groove.
Trickling in from the heavens
came that fateful, unexpected storm,
At the top of the bleachers in an unfamiliar school, judges look out over a vast crowd.
Speakers over 8 feet tall are stacked together blasting 90’s, 2K, and Today’s music,
The city bright and sweet
Reflecting the drops of rain
The paved stones glitter with amusement
Usually alive but now slowly dying
Institutes of red-golden desert heat,
Of heaven and of hell, both calm and storm,
The rotten thrones of summer don’t rule me.
Flickering midnight jives, my fairy feet
Dance in fetid, humid air, July-warm.
Dear Dance,
For all of my life you’ve beaten me up, and bruised every inch of my body. I’ve broken bones, strained my muscles, and even pushed through pain others couldn’t, all for you.
I need you to tell me where I went wrong
I’ve spent too many nights, afraid of something I do not know
Terrified, that I might make the same mistake
But it’s a hundred times more powerful than you think
Hungrily it devours,
It prances through the forest
Untamed and free
Spreading it’s cruel fury.
Dancing, it reaches,
Caresses the sky.
It’s flickering blaze a graceful ballet,
The trees are dancing now, can’t you see? The melody of their dance is the wind
They sway and bow like they’ve done this before; cause they have! Every time the music starts
To my ex:
I let you put me in that dark little corner
and just above me hung
a mobile of bones --
it drew the breath straight from my lungs.
Silent whispers slithered in and out my ears,
Dancing is like gracefully dying with a schedule without endThere’s a lot you won’t comprehendThere’s a lot you can't controlThere’s a lot of stuffthat will take a toll All of the Reverse itsswearing you’ll fix itship poppingfeet stomping Dancing
Dancing has been my passion for as long as I can remember
From pivots to turns, plies to pirouettes
I was the girl that loved anything to do with contemporary, jazz, and ballet
Let me write on your heart
Let me breathe on your lips
Let me tell you I love you
While the sun slowly dips
Let me take your hand
Paint the sky with my soul
Care.
A word most often used to talk about love.
Loyalty.
A word most often used to talk about friendship.
But when the two are combined, they swirl and dance with a never ending passion.
a waltz through the house
toes sliding along the kitchen floor
giggles drift into the living room
harmony in a routine
a smile, a sniffle, a silence
comfort in merely existing
Our eyes met while the night was young,
as the champagne bubbles danced across my tongue.
Who knew this evening would decide our fate?
This is the moment in which I find my soulmate.
Hear my song, delicate to your ears,Flowing like a gentle brook,Soothing your wildest fears...,Making you turn your head to look,
Moving to a funky beat,
Speedin up pace,
Pick up your feet,
Get red in the face.
Let your hair swish round,
Reach for the sky,
Bring your feet to the ground,
With a loud joy cry.
It was not the act but the feeling:
Intoxicated by the way feet glided
across our small favela, the floor almost as black as my skin.
waltzing, with clarity, with passion
the body moves how the voice knows not
to speak
with one’s feet paints a most vibrant picture
of the soul
reach out, extend the arms
a welcoming embrace
I miss the form. The elegant beauty of the landscape. That's what I'll call it,
The landscape
It was like a landscape
Long and lean, tended to
Graceful and wind blown
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
We touch, I feel it sink in like dirreah.
"I love you"
those words squirt out like icing from a frosting tip kit,
but like a blast of steaming shit
Its a hot sweaty festering thing we call romance
Feeling the warm rays of golden sunlight,
their gentle touch carresing
my exposed skin
as I lay still listening, watching...
The murmurr of the leaves
a whispering all of the secrets never heard,
The fire flickers
Dancing on the wall
An intricate dance
That keeps growing tall
Red, orange, green, then blue
Hotter and hotter
I move
Fluidly through the room
Spinning
Arching
Bowing
I leap through the air, landing and turning,
almost silent
All because of a slip
A fall
A simple miscalucation of my feet and my world came tumbling down
As I lay there on the ground
Once again I became
That Girl
The same girl from all those years ago
Cherry blossoms come to lifeAnd people, hundreds of them sit togetherTalkingLaughingEnjoying themselves
The idea rocketed around my head with determination
Fireworks spitting flames into my imagination
Join dance
Join dance
Join dance
It bounced into my ta-ta-tapping toes and my beat-beating heart
Scuff, slap- rubber soles of the damned. Dance is, to the young man, a means of freedom and expression. Seven years of heavy footfalls, krump was the language and rhythm was the canvas.
I’ve found that
Expressing thoughts through dance
Has always been easier than
expressing thoughts through words
It’s interesting to note that
Pour your heart out through the music that surrounds you.
Sway your hips to the beat and rhythm like all eyes are depending on you.
Step in the valleys that take you to a beautiful, imaginery place.
Tutus and tiny slippers
running onstage
hopeful
the encore resonates.
Bounces to a higher level
no trepidation
glide into position
Funk makes me move, it makes me groove
Listening to James Brown, I feel good
My friends told me that I dance like a schmuck
But I can't get enough, of that funky stuff
I might run out of luck, stuck in a rut
In this day in time it is hard to find a way to express your sorrow.
But in my mind; if you dance, you'll be fine; and all you dread will be gone tomorrow.
Somber winds beat against the door
fallen words halted by the sound
forgotten ways yearn for the past
feelings once erupt are now bound
without words how can I express,
There are more than a few things
Which I am pleased about,
that wash away my stormy days,
and cleanse me of my doubt.
Sometimes they are big things
and sometimes they are small
Negativity builds in my veins
Threatening to suffocate my heart
Thoughts drag through a mud
That coffee fails to clear
But to move
Sweat
Release that toxic tension
Unhinge my mind through the
"I want to dance, mommy," the little girl cried. All the older girls flitted and floated in her mind's eye. But not the kind of dance that most people think, no she wanted to yell with her mouth and stomp her feet.
when in my hearti ache & the lakesand rivers could be filledwith my deep sorrow,all it takes to clearthe gray skies & clear mystormy mindcan be a song, a dance
I whisper to the petals
My fears and doubts
And wait for an answer.
I know their little ears Heard my soft tones. I waited so long for A reply that I forgot What I had told them And danced away, A smile on my face.
I've been told,
Several times actually,
to stop fidgeting,
moving,
talking,
singing,
"Sit still now!"
adults would scream,
school was a battle,
between myself,
a quiet afternoon,
a mug of coffee encased in both hands.
i stare into the circle of beige,
at the steam coming out of the brim,
and i watch my anxieties evaporate.
a blue turntable,
Gettin' me down,hunger, you're just gettin' me down.Gnawin' like tomorrow'sgot something important to do.What the hell,have my stomach, too.Just gettin' me down.
Life is full of uncertainties
Pull the knife out my back because its hurtin' me.
Look at your friends, find out whose the real one
Look up, burned my eyes its the real sun.
Back to back bad days
My own words have been stuck
Between esophagus and windpipe too many times before
Leading to glassed over eyes and lost attentions
You have to understand these knots of fragmented declarations choke me.
In the land of everlasting night
The Sun and Earth twirl and sway
Spinning aroung in fantastic flight
The Earth basking in his glorious light
In a dance so graceful and gay
A feeling of strength comes from the way I move my hips to luscious sounds,
Dropping to my knees to get close to the surface that supports me.
Creating waves with a body so gentle and excited.
Whether I am warming up by myself
Or auditioning in front of my teachers to prove myself
The sense that I feel as I dance is inspiration.
At the barre, I practice countless plies, tendus, and frappes
Dance away the pain,
Dance away the heartache.
As stress and worry melt away,
Happiness and joy fill the soul.
Losing myself on the dance floor,
I find who I truly am.
5, 6, 7, 8.Numbers, steps, lines, formations.Again.5, 6, 7, 8.Keep counting,Don't forget to smile,Watch where you're going.
She's gone.
Nostalgia comforts as I'm consumed
by my thoughts
By her lingering aroma
Sage, sassafras, and cinnamon drifting
in the wind
As I sit by our favorite willow tree
My dear Velvetine was the richest Queen
No, not rich in gold but rich in life
She spent her last days before her
unexpected slumber dancing in the
Roaring Twenties
Swinging to the beat of the saxophone
You are graceful, elegant
Even sometimes sudden and firm
Steps are delicate, yet sharp
The movements are very versatile
Flexibility, precision, and control
Three skills that can never be perfected
The world is silent and tired,having borne the weight of a thousand restless soulsand the window pane shivers as the night drags on and I feelalmost sorrybut I can see little diamonds coruscating in the darkness,constellations dancing a story olde
The sound surrounds me thus superfluous movements consume the proximity. Supercilious proxies place themselves above me like an Aurora of boreal proportions, unorthodox luminescence provide unimaginable distortions.
She dances it all away until there is no yesterday,
nor tomorrow or today.
Hardwood floor and mirror take their place,
surrounding her with their grace.
Can you hear that? It's music in the air People are dancing without a care You can dance solo or in a pair
To spill the anger burning inside,
To caress the heart crying,
To impede the endless thinking of mine,
To prevent myself from dying.
To cherish the precious memories made,
Dance
Dance is something I could not go a day without
It is the best way for me to express myself
I dance every chance I get
In order to free my mind
Without dance
My true passion,
the one and only thing that saves me from insanity,
the one thing that makes me different from everybody else,
not only is it a talent,
but it is an art,
and a sport,
I hear it, my body takes over.My foot uncontrollably leads the way.The beat tapping on my attention like Morse code.
My thoughts
they spin
they twirl
lovely in their madness
their chaos
their beauty...
And I wish I could portray it
replicate it
draw it
grasp it
see it...
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.
Music speaks to me when you don't
Headphones soup bowls bigger than my heart's holes
Hip hop a blessing an escape from the problem I'm not addressing
shouting aggression yet soothing my depression
I am beautiful
dancing across the stage
flawless
stealing your heart
broken
I am broken
pink tights hide bandaid's
bandaid's hide scars
scars
scars from cuts
across my hips
It Hums
Thrums
Deep in my bones
Frantically searching
For answers unknown
It skips
My heart
Reacts to the beat
Breath like fire
Take me higher-
And through the room
Burn bright like lighters.
Dear old song, help me remember
Have your lyrics shine like embers.
For they say that rolling stones
I am a dancer.
Arabesque to piano concertos
and painted faces before a performance.
I am bruised legs and
sit ups and missing papers,
because I swear I did it it's just not with me.
You may strip me to the bone and examine my every part
Go ahead and remove my soul
While I pray to GOD that I will let go
Of all my insecurities
And my bad qualities
And a broken back that will not stop me.
The whole room shook as the music took over
as the figure got up on the stage
and let the music take her body under.
She danced in a way,
that intoxicated all
as she flipped her head,
Slowly, we dance our waltz,
One two three, one two three, on and on,
But I’m on two when you’re on one,
And I know how this dance ends,
Slowly, the music builds,
Dance with me.Swing me around the living room floorShow me what I missWhen we can't dance anymore.
She dances with an icy heart,
cold, unyielding to rays of light.
She creeps up, plants a kiss upon your cheek,
A forgotten lover
leaving traces of frostbite in her wake.
There is no beating in her chest;
I catch you summer breeze and suddenly time stops,
A moment of appreciation sets in.
It seems you wait until I have forgotten your cool touch.
I can't help but feel a smile begin.
Happiness...
Was one thing I never felt,
And never could find,
Until I fell for a dancer.
Each step he took; flawless
Every movement; perfect.
Sun-damaged hair bouncing between my tired eyes,
the flapping of my stretched skin with every stride,
Movement is bliss
By exchanging a touch between you and the floor
You have experienced a connection
A connection between you and the world
A connection between you and your desires
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When the lights are shining down on you
You finally realize that what you have worked for
Strived for all year
Comes down to a mere three minutes on stage
So you leave your heart on the stage
The planet pirouettes on
In a dance unfathomably vast
And I wonder
Where do I belong in this intricate choreography?
What is my cue, my part, my step?
And when I stumble, when I fall
To read is to step into an alternate reality
To write is to build one
To act is to live outside of yourself
To dance is sometimes just to have fun
To sing is to let your worries flow
Breathe in, breathe out.
A rhythm to sleep's sweet song,
a dance that has no moves.
His body, my warmth.
His embrace for which I long,
frustrations of the day, all at once, I lose.
The snow dances down
Like prima ballerinas,
Floating and flitting.
It lands with not one small sound,
A lull, then orchestra swells.
Without lights, wihout glamour
I'm that kid obsessed with M.C. Hammer
I stick to myself and emerse myself
In rhythms and beats
Beats so rhythmic they make your heart dance, your soul sway
Beaming Yellow
Layers of makeup coat my anxious cheeks,
Tutus glimmer under the incandescence.
An eerie silence follows applause,
Then darkness pours into the wings.
I am forced to face my fate.
As a kid I danced on the livingroom carpet. The beat filled me inside and made me feel alive. The frenzy growing and hungry and ready to explode in a rhythmic symphony of movement.
DANCE ALLOWS ME TO BE FREE
DANCE IS WHO I WANT TO BE
DANCE SETS ME FREE
DANCE OPENS MY SOUL TO SEE
DANCE DANCE DANCE PLEASE HEAR MY PLEE
DANCE MUST THE FUTURE FOR ME
She moves like a feather
That twirls with the breeze,
So she can abate her bad memories
And set her soul at ease.
Having nothing to prove,
Only one path to choose.
She spins around and about,
Not having anything to lose.
No respect is given through love,
As the effort comes from above.
Still spinning-
Eyes despised glass for one and four hours
Silent and soured by it's manipulative power
By it's truth
It weaves delicate knots through the mind
threads thicken
And lock
The moment I step on stage,
I am able to transform into anyone I want to be.
No one knows my name or my story,
They only know what they see in that moment, in this second.
The bun upon my head,
Sleek and aerodynamic.
They may think my style is a fad,
Changing and passing with time.
Though It's classic,
Pure and genuine.
The dancer stands on the stage unmoving
Eyes watched him with intense stares silently
Music starts to play, volume improving
Beating, he feels his heart race violently
Swish, the white and blue-lined silky fabric tingles my nylons
Big, bright lights glare into my eyes, but my smile stays put until the corners of my mouth ache.
By the moonlight
We dance the night away
By the firelight
We sleep til the end of day
When summer is gone
We dance in the trees
We run along
Through the piles of leaves
I'm behind the stage waiting for the curtain count.........
I am in first position,
I am eager, but I'm having a bad disposition.
Everyone is up on toe.
All eyes are in a row.
I'm behind the stage waiting for the curtain count.........
I am in first position,
I am eager, but I'm having a bad disposition.
Everyone is up on toe.
All eyes are in a row.
Flawless Dancer
The lights brighten and the curtain rises.
I stand motionless...
Shaking.
The curtains fall, their breaths' are hushed
She enters the stage, cheeks a'flushed
She's captured the moment, they are rapt attent
On the edge of their seats, even Lord Gent
I am who I am and no one knows
I just want to dance but my parents say no
So deep down inside I hide what can`t be seen
Until the day I am set free
Hold down by ropes pulling me back from my other me
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double time over what should be considered a war-crime
The world is on fire
The cosmos did not mean to be in flames
The passion of ballet
I dedicate my life to it
And when I go on Pointe
the blood will rush through my feet
as I rise trying to grow older
New ballet shoes,
from many to choose.
To help me dance,
I knew at first glance.
The pair I wanted, I saw,
Sitting sweetly on the shelf without a flaw.
At that moment outcame the ballerina in me,
Dance is known as the language of the soul . A boundless reach. An endless beauty that waits to capture and move.
Ever since I was a little girl,
I loved watching the dancers on T.V. twirl.
I wanted to be just like them,
Dance away and win a gold gem.
Dance is my passion
A blessing that I can speak
Through just a movement
Oda a La Danza
Una Memoria Bella
Danza, danza, danza
Hay mucha vida en sólo una palabra
Vida les da a los bailarines
O, danza danza danza
I love to dance
Alone in a sundress in the rain
I found peace in naming the clouds
In surrendering to the little pleasures in life
And in giving hugs that tell stories
As the lights fade on
The world is so quiet
As you hold your pose
The nerves grow, you can’t deny it
The first notes flutter
Through the air sprinkled with excitement
You move the music
She moves gracefully, drifting like a leaf in the wind.
Her body twist and turns to a rhythm only she can hear.
Her moves are not a series of steps,
but seem as one complete movement.
Dance is a passion,
Though some say it’s not,
Dance is a way,
You can express your thoughts.
Dance is a sport,
Though some disagree,
Dance is an art,
And it’s definitely not easy.
This beautiful music -
The key to my "Someday"
That is what I told myself,
And it was true
This beautiful music got me here
This beautiful music got me through
A childhood of pain
Blue paint drips from her sneakers,
dancing along to purple rain
she covers the scratches
the scrapes
from her crown of thorns.
senseless noise fills her head,
his calling is heard as a whisper
I didn’t know at first.
First sight, first touch, it wasn't tantalizing until last night.
Small movements in the fingertips...
A slight raise of the chin...
Delicate steps onto the stage...
A glittering smile to greet her prince....
Bright lights flashing,
extended lashes batting,
one last breath and I rush on stage
this is no longer me.
captured my the music,
lost in the movements,
this is no longer me.
I sit in my classrooms alone and quiet,
I have a lot to say but I just to hide it.
Some say I'm shy, quiet, and nice,
Others say I'm weird, loud, and I need advice.
I say, they all need to think twice.
Let me step in someone else's shoes
to be Alice for the time
I'll have all kinds of new friends and shrink smaller than a dime
One. Two. Three. Four.
My heart was pumping adrenaline. My legs were shaking. My mind grew close to empty. The music started playing. I forgot everything. I just made up bizarre moves. I smiled like an idiot.
I prize my gift from the sun,
the smooth ebony blanket
that trails in my path.
It bears the token of my progress,
like a toll booth of past endowments,
always full of unanswered prayer.
Scared and silent, I was often unheard
Misjudged, overlooked, ignored
For years I struggled on,
burning with passion and expression,
you love to call me thick
that must be a slick way to tell me to lose weight .
You tell me to put salad on my plate .
I heard you World , to be honest .
This pound cake is too good and it already on my plate .
Smile on my face
5, 6, 7, 8
Cheerleading.
It's in my blood.
12 years of it.
12 entire years of my life.
12 years of pom poms,
dancing,
cheering on the crowd.
Lingering at the studio door are the memories of you.
At last I am able to let go of the pain and sorrow you felt too.
No one knows of the journeys we took, too passionate to overlook.
I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he
lindy hopped on smooth wood
without looking in the studio mirror.
It wasn’t so lovely once you came
not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower
The music plays
As our hearts sway
Back and forth
To the sound of
Empty fingertips
Our eyes sparkle
To the tone of
Guitar strings and
Vanilla Twilight
How does this time
Childish
Attention whore
Fat
Ugly
That's what they called me
The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
There was once a jazzy song
When heard would make you dance along
We swung and we swayed
We danced a soiree
Oh how we loved that old jazzy song
You told me you didn’t want to,that I could do it without you.Your lack of interest and your surety,rejected me into his hands of security.As our hands clasp,
Your words flow sweetly
Drip like honey
From your half-closed lips
A smile lures me in
Your hand outstretched
A twist, a turn, a spin
Encircled by your arms
I lose myself in the music
Off we go, just us two
inside the studio
To free ourselves and simply dance,
to inspire those who desire
to advance
1) Blast music from my room at 3 am while sharing stories with a friend I've only recently met
Eternally dancing in one place,
She wears elegant draping and lace.
Frozen on her tip toes
While twirling in one pose
With a ceramic smile on her face.
My name is Aubree,
I love the wide open sea.
Dream job in the Mob,
Naw, I’m too lazy.
I wana be a dancer.
Type that fight cancer?
Grammy died of it
Dear Moon let me bathe
In your gentle rays;
Let me dance in your light
That make me secret pathways.
Flirting is a dance.
A delicate balance of movements and grace using body language and words.
A lie within a lie within a lie.
You know it's effecting you when you're hyper aware of your pulsing heart.
You are the green and I am the black
That make up the northern lights.
The light and the dark together;
The most beautiful of the sky's sights.
To the black and white minstrel
Capped in red
Drumming a ballad of beat
In a forest ballroom with ceilings of leaves
Capped in red
Autumn trees stand tall
Each step I take,
Each spin I do,
I'm seem to be a little more free.
The bright lights, warm on my face,
Spotlight me, as I leave my soul on stage.
Sway with my boulders and broad shoulders,
swiftly as trees and as good as bees,
you and me should be a team.
Footsteps like rocks but attractive as tater tots.
Whether it's the arch of my back,
The future lies beneath a dream, a dream everyone want to live, yet, we all pertain a different one, like the one to become a dancer, for the rest of your life be a dancer, making it your one in a life time opportunity to seize everything you hav
A nimble spirit dancing this wayAnd that way, through the bare tree limbs;Resting for now, this moment.The breeze stirs translucentCelestial void;Cradled by Night,Exquisite,GorgeousNight.
My mother of Resolution
A mother of hope
A listener of wisdom
My detective of crime
Understanding of all imperfections
Loving, caring, compassionate
Cool air comes through the vents in a hushed tone
Tough purple knees hit the floor leaving 20 girls sore
During break all that can be heard are groans
With blisters infested on their feet from the wood floor
Screaming lyrics till I’m hoarse,
Till my throat bleeds, then I’ll have satisfaction,
Music- I sway, dance, sing, I scream with it.
Take each carefully planned note like a last sweet and sour breath.
Notes fill the air
Where there was a void previously is filled with a beat
Beats that resounded with the heart
Boom boom boom
Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum
Each pulse sends energy into a limb
As I aged
It faded fast
Although I wished
It would last
One foot forward
One foot back
Now memories are
Of the past
Piano, Forte
Fast, Slow
What I did was stop
Instead of go
Last night a DJ saved my life
I was broken and nothing seemed to turn out right
but he let the music play
and all my pain started fading away
My troubles turned to the bass line
when i hit the field the crowd starts to scream. I sit here thinking this could only be a dream. no way, i never thought i would see this day. It all started with my tryouts in may. All the blood sweat and tears through the years.
It comes quickly
Like a wave kissing the shore with its salty taste
Retreating slowly before it comes again
It's a feeling, a vibration
Like adrenaline
The heart moving faster
The cadence beat sounds
The floor stands still
He takes rounds
The sun comes up
The sun goes down
He moves without a frown
The moon says hello
The moon says goodbye
I can taste it in the air.
Spicy, warm, and ready to melt in my mouth,
It comes to me.
The release of my emotions,
The movement of my soul,
The language of my heart,
Dance.
There are no limitations,
no expecations,
but only beautiful improvisations.
Let go, to feel
the ladies of the foam
prepare for the dance
their legs kicking
higher
as they stretch to the sky
the ladies of the foam
start the opening number
slowly
Flow in the wind like a flower in the Spring,
Your delicate petals swirl in the midst.
Touched by your warm smile,
waiting all along just to hold you a while.
Tulips grow in May showers,
A dancer is expected to be
tall, long, and thin.
Their balance should rival a cat,
and their grace should make you stare in awe.
When a shorter than average,
larger than average
It burns.
It stretches.
It pulls at my everything.
The song reverberates through my muscles.
Even when I am still,
I am moving,
I am floating,
I am melting into the music.
I'm sad.
I'm angry.
I'm lost.
I'm scared.
I'm happy and daring and waiting, prepared.
I want to, I have to, I need to share
Freedom comes with each word that pours out of the speakers
Every step I take and move I make
Grace is wrapped around my arms and legs
While my mind is at rest and my body performs.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a dancer.
Twenty hours a week, ice packs and recitals.
Dreaming of a stage with a full house and applause
But what I was missing, was working towards a cause.
Forward.
Que Arte!
Bright colors fly
Men and women sing
Twirling and spinning
Has always been my thing.
It began when I was five
I watched my mother prance
And began to ponder deeply,
Stretched into a pirouette Porcelain arms above her head Pristine balance and tight bunned hair A trickle of salt water dread The lace toe shoe grips the edge Atop the orange lip of God Sprawling below is dark abyss She could fall with just a prod
The Maiden danced gracefully
Thousands of dimly lit lights
Twinkling above her head
The spot lightn her
She dance an dances
Trees wave with silent cheers
As she dances by
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Dancing is living
Everyday i come home waitin to dance in my room,
making sure no one is inside making it solitary and gloom.
i wait to not hear a sound from outside trying to come in,
Hours after hours of rehearsal
countless late weekend nights at the studio
and a lifetime’s worth of bobby pins, dance shoes, and ripped tights.
All for the next two and a half minutes.
Life is like the music that takes you away
Your body moves at the sound of a drum
The steps that you take leads the way
Every leap and twirl that's where the determation lay
I found my voice in dance.
Some students don’t have the money for the private studio classes
Some students don’t have an outlet to express themselves
Some students don’t have a voice yet.
The Ghost
You can see her, right?
Wrong, very few of us can
The Ghost
She’s a part of me
Shorter and fater
Outgoing and hyper
Nothing like me
Oh so very different from
You're the only thing that keeps me sane
yet you drive me so crazy
and might I ask why baby?
Blood, sweat, tears
but I've put up with you for seventeen years
Loving you is a struggle
I dance because God made me to dance.
I dance because even though sometimes it’s the most painful and hardest thing I do,it can only make me stronger and more dependent on God.
I still have the first photograph taken of us. It was at prom, at our tiny high school, and even though we'd barely even spoken a word to each other in the years we'd attended, our parents insisted we pose - and we did.
Let's go back. I mean way way back.Just a face in the bleachers, a train on the track.With your laces tied together I thought you would fallBut you kicked off your shoes and it made me feel small.
As the music plays,you're standing thereuntil the song slows its rythem.He steps forwardand whisks you away.Your arms entwined with his,dancing with each other,as the music plays.
what sweet melody is your love songI step into its danceyou pull my weary heart alongwe swing and sway in tender trancewhat is right, what is wrongfades as you take stanceinviting hands, soft and strong
As you walk onto the stage,
Your body is trembling, shaking;
Stomach is in knots
Looking into the crowd,
So many eyes are on you,
As you stay composed and graceful
The sounds of music speak their mind
And show how the musician feels
A simple pluck of a string is all it takes
To make a memory seem real.
Music comes in many different forms;
Oh Great and Cosmic SeaAll I wish, a dance with theeSo I gaze into the skyAnd turn to thee a lustful eye"Oh to be free among the stars,To bob and weave just as they are.Never shall I be so free!
My poems are entries to my invisible diary.
they scream secrets I’m too afraid to whisper.
relishing in my honesty, they roll inside lost hour glass sand
grazing in memories of words I never said.
Like a marionette,
She sits a puppet with hanging strings
Tangled in masters hands.
Her once darling dress,
Now just tattered remnants of what once was.
Her face so delicately designed
Wisps of air pranced through the blades of grass under the creek
And danced atop the dorsal fins of the creatures of the deep
And found under the surface of the water
Her first night out as a flapper girl,
And he was a man of the band.
One thing they both had in common,
They really loved jazz.
She stood with her friends and swayed,
To the rhythm of the drums,
I do what I love.
I am passionate about what I do.
I dance.
It takes feelings and emotion to dance with passion.
The blood, the sweat, the cries,
The tears, deception and lies,
All for that one moment in the light,
That's why I do it, that's why it's done
Starting from the little balance beam,
Heads are turning on an axis
As they’re dancing lightning flashes
Round and round their spirits go,
Rain drops falling on their noses.
Wishing it would never end
Thunder crashing out again,
"Dance is the hidden language of the soul."
Quote by Martha Graham
Dance can change people.
Dance changed me.
It showed me how to express myself through movement.
It is entertainment.
It is a passion.
<DanceStanding on your stage preparing for my life exposed turning, leaping stop can you see me, can you hear my hearts song?
Come live with me and be my girl,
Together we will spin and twirl.
Around the floor we shall go round,
I'll never let you hit the ground.
We shall dance atop the wooden floor,
Show me your story
But dont use words, dont speak.
Let the novel be written
And make it expressive!
Your frustrations, tribulations.
We want to see, not just me, everybody.
I went to a dance one night on the Queen Mary in May
where the ocean kissed the ship
the same way the guests tip toed on deck
that was adorned with pearl necklaces of lights
A simple brush against my cheek,
Such touching makes me weak.
He whispers softly in my ear,
Just loud enough for me to hear.
Come dance with me.
“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”
I love to dance.
Smooth, languid, ignoring the lines and boundaries.
I can dance my way into your heart with one flick of my finger, my tiny dancers.
And make you despise me with one more.
LIFE
Such a small word with a lot of meaning
An eclectic beauty or nightmare
It depends on how your visionaries see it
I dance because of the beat
It touches my body like the sweat from the heat
It’s captivating and nurturing
Like a love to dance so virturing
It feels like I’m in another dimension
Breathe in, breathe out.
Lungs on fire, body ready to collapse.
My face flushed while the sweat drips down from my forehead.
People Participate in their own passions.
Some have poetry;
Some have fashion;
Some have jobs.
My passion is dance!
I could dance in the rain all day and be perfectly content;
A dance of sorts,
Fast like a tango,
Slow like a waltz,
And a little quick
Like a cha cha tap.
I dance to its beat
Whether is 1 or 3
Turning and turning
Until my legs get weak.
Dreaming is wishing
Hoping for a better life
A life that no one expects
A dream without a wish is just a plan
For one that expects is not a wish
Before I step onto the floor,
My legs being to shake.
I hear the people roar,
My stomach starts to ache.
The real me is shy,
But not afriad to speak her mind
The real me is weak,
But tries to be STRONG,
The real me can sing and dance,
But just donesn't show it
The real me is smart,
Like heroin, its rhythms captivate me. Rushing heavily into my veins, its essence drowns me. Pounding deeper and deeper in to my soul, it engraves permanence. My eyes close as I slouch into it. Do you feel it?
No one knows
The affects you have on me.
I don’t know if you would be considered
A passion or a drug.
When im with you I become
Something I wish I could be everyday…
I feel almost super human.
Our waltz is not a dance
that I would forget
It wears out the soles of my shoes
and the hours in my day.
Our waltz is not a dance
that I want to share
with anyone but you.
I enter the theatre once more
Ready to watch the pink satin glide across the floor.
Only now I know what happens inside those shoes of satin,
the hard shank and box seize the toes and prepare to flatten.
The movements are unknown and sudden
Like a river flow of the unforgotten
Dance is a rush of expression
Without reason but full of passion
Inside the body
There is where our enigma resides,
Between our arms and our thighs,
It thrives.
Fireflies dancing without a care in the world
No stress, no responsibilities just for that night
Glowing in each other's company, buzzing about
Dressed to impressed and ready to amaze
My fingers are tingling
For you
Your smooth skin
And liquid personality
Like fire, taking control
Quick whip of authority
When needed, of course.
Leader. Hawk, is what they call you
Melodic perfection winds through my ears
and finds my heart.
Authentic purity overcomes me
in the length of a cleansing sigh.
I am an extension of the music.
Swis, swish, she is air.
Floating and flowing, being a breeze.
Until she takes a stance.
Stomp, stomp, and she is earth.
Homely and humble, embracing every inch of stage.
Until she stares out at you.
She slipped her tender toes
Into my familiar bind
My pink laces swiveled around
Her legs like house cats.
And I animated her.
I’ll dance to the music,
That sings inconsolably sweet
I’ll sway and step
And try.
I’ll dance to the music
Because I have no words
Only the need to dance these
Steps
If we can't dance
how do we show that we can be wild and crazy
or mellow and lazy
that we have the passion that rises from our bones
or that we're so calm we're practically stoned
Come, darling, dance with me.
We’ll soar to the top of the sea,
Swim with all the birds that fly,
Linger at the bottom of the sky.
We’ll waltz the tango until we drop,
Love each other until our hearts pop,
The sun emits fading rays
Warm breeze brings still air to life
Twirling and spinning, the wind invites leaves
To dance in unison, touching the warm earth
Arriving at tiny bare feet
A little girl giggles
Mistakes were made but I moved on from them
They only shaped me, they did not make me
As I went forward I never looked back
You are only given one life to live
Cherish it, enjoy it, love it, live it
I look out the window
the sky is dark
a sudden flash of light
piercing the sky
a cluster of thunder
makes me jump
I step outside
I stand in the yard staring around the rain starts to dance around me
Awake, alive, running to have a chase;
Dim forest peels back branches binding light
Allowing shadows lurch across my face
As the feet reach to more ground for my flight
Music is
Deep in my soul
One of the things
That keeps control
When I feel that stage
And my body goes to work
I dance out the feelings
And let everything go
I am one with it
I like to listen to music.
The kind that blares and shakes the lights while you reach for the ceiling like it's the stars.
Graceful on my feet
as I move gently like a soft wind hitting a sheet. Of paper.
feelings kept inside are spilling out from left to right
a few mistakes here and there they will be fixed. Later.
The silent song of sorrows played with ease,
As her tribal dress swayed along the breeze
Her feet dug deep into the earth with every stomp
In her native tongue she spoke a vicious taunt,
My dance instructor, so cool so fresh
My heart racing as I am put to the test
Stepping to every sound, feeling every beat
Making sure that I accomplish an amazing feat
Though tough times he is always there
To him who finds freedom,
Beauty, and grace in Dance: she holds him
In a warm embrace. She removes
All confusion and doubt and fear
From his mind and casts it from him.
She lightens his darker moods;
