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 Jan 2016
Bunhead17
Dance takes the same amount of sweat.
Hard work and determination. The same
amount of tears. The long days and nights
of trying to get it right. I'd like to see you try
to do 3 or 4 pirouettes in a row, on your
toes, with your foot to your knee. Or try to
do a full split in the air, or practicing to
touch your head to your ****, backwards. It
require a ball, a bat or a field. All you need
is alittle bit of yourself.
**But people don't consider it a sport.
Do they?
 Jan 2016
Bunhead17
I dance because, there's no greater
feeling in the world than moving to
a piece of music and letting the rest
of the world disappear.
They call it dance
I call it
  **life
 Dec 2015
m i a
she was asked what was art, and she replied saying, 'it's paintings, like from picasso.'

art is not only found on a canvas

it can be seen through the movements of dancers.

it can be heard through a musician's voice or words.

it can be smelled in a chef's resturant.

it can be shown at fashion shows.

it can be captured in photographs.

it can be written in the form of a poem.

a
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--

is the expression of one's heart, soul, and/or mind.

*art doesn't have to be on a canvas, it can be anywhere.
art <3
 Dec 2015
Devin Lawrence
She hovers
over a world
spilling from the edge of her
fine-tip pencil.
Omnipresent,
She breathes life into visions
only she had seen;
we may catch a glimpse
as each new line
creates a brand new reality;
She's like God
and this is Genesis.

I wonder
is this her passion,
or a talent she felt forced to nurture?
Does she draw her inspiration
from her imagination
or her reality?
Does she burn the pages
that weren't quite right?

Does she immortalize strangers
in the same way
that she now lives on this page?

I want to enter her world-
maybe escape for a while-
and see how she colors
her black and white
daydream.

She reminds me of someone-
Someone I once intimately knew.
I see a spark of genius,
and a love for things
that she can easily erase.
 Dec 2015
aebrellim
No I don't want to see your face,
Cause it always puts in bad place.
Back a few months ago,
We were down this same old road.
It hurts me to know,
That you've moved on.
You're so far gone.

I've tried to moved on once before,
But I keep coming back home to you.
I am fighting.
It is a clash between disdain and isolation.
Why love doesn't find me, instead of broken  hearts.
I am demented.
What is love?
I always think it is a pure endearment,
But in the end i didn't deserve it.
I prayed to God,
Why love doesn't nominate my name,
And why love is so purblind.
I am wasting my time.
The emptiness haunts me again and again
I get lonely when i looking to the future.
I get lonely when i am in a crowd.
I always seem so happy,
With not care in the world.
They only know my veil.
Hey! ****** creature,
Why you separates me from my wisdom.
I was tried,
I was lost,
No one listened,
No one understood.
How can i disappear to make people understand?
Ah!
Who will sing a song,
Like a lullaby.
Here comes the call,
Now i hide this pain too,
And making sure no one sees my hurt.
I am trying to envelope the scar's and,
Buried deep in my heart.
Hoping one day i can smile.
For all who make fake smile .....infront of the throng....
 Dec 2015
Bunhead17
All of my dance life people told me how I would never make it
How i'm not good enough
How I don't have a dancer body
How i'm not graceful enough
But I didn't care what others thought
Dance was my escape
Dancing was all I cared about
It was all I could think about
Their words and the struggle I had to go through only made me stronger as a dancer
It made me who I am today
A  BLACK  BALLERINA
And I stand for every other black ballerina out there
- Your weakness can be your  greatest  *strength
Poem inspired by Misty Copeland (professional BLACK dancer) . You can do anything you put your mind. Just work with what you've got.

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