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Fumbletongue Oct 2017
Sandman,
King of my dreams
Is to me
everything
conjoined we are
at the heart
hugging tight
to never part.
Whispered words
spoken true
renew in me
the lust of you.
Bobcat Oct 2017
It's 12am and I'm 20 feet up its 32 degrees am I brave enough?
The misty water from the falls sprinkle my face
Not a soul around just my skateboard and I to fill this space

One light illuminating the rocks below as the water dances upon them
I'm getting butterflies just thinking about cutting in
A man walks by does he know my intent?
I begin to panic, this consuming paranoia is it just in my head?

I can see my breath, is it getting colder?
I bet the water is freezing, what if I just break my shoulder?
All the scenarios are depleting my course of action and I can feel my feet back off the ledge
Maybe tonight's not the night, maybe I should sleep it off instead

I grab my skateboard and turn around
What I didn't notice was the ice on the ground
My knee buckles from under me and the concrete meets my head
I start bleeding, panicing and pleading

It's 12:07am and it's my turn to dance
In 1.6 seconds I made my way to the dance floor
I thought this is what I wanted but no, not anymore

Warm blood covers my face while the ice water fills my lungs
I should stop fighting it I should accept this is where I belong
I close my eyes and see your face
I put on a smile and meet my fate
Ally Oct 2017
I never knew it
Until one day and our song played,
Her hand in mine
Her head on my shoulder.
We danced slowly
While our hearts and song synchronize.
I never knew love back then,
Not until that day.

I never knew it
Until one Saturday night,
We were sitting in a couch,
Our favorite movie on the television.
She'd slept again beside me
While I watched her the whole time.
I never knew perfection
Not until she was right there.

I never knew it
Until we talked random things,
Then we came up with our dreams.
She said she want a happy family
But I wanted her in my life.
I never knew future,
Not until I saw it with her.

I never knew it,
Until her dreams became ours.
With her and our children,
I finally found a home.
I never thought lifetime,
Not until I held her hand as I took my last my breath.
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ren Oct 2017
sway to the rhythm
of my heartbeat,
to the hums of love
that are delicately intertwined
with the flower
that rests in your hair,

and then I'll dance
on every breath of yours,
like how the evening light
waltzed
on your morning skin.
- darling, you are my every day: timeless.
Heeranshi Mishra Oct 2017
Dripping love from lips,
Taking those love sips,
You saw a sparking passion in my eyes,
You lifted me in the air,
I was spinning , feeling debonair.
I can see that glare in you,
Dancing ; you put your toes on mine,
It was like stars getting shattered yet align.
Feeling your minty breathes,
******* my sheaths.
I felt you much closer than you were,
I felt, I am a shell and you were a shore.
You grabbed me, you mended my ripped soul,
You stuffed steamy love in my loop hole.
You broke those chains of my soul.
Unchained me from chains of grief,
You made me feel high without a aperitif.
Broke down the moment, you and me were "us" now,
Our love made a vow.
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Lunar Oct 2017
I've been wishing for you,
wishing on you;
Is this the reason why
my dreams don't come true
because they don't need to?
When you're here
dancing as the pale moonlight
across my shadowed skin;
it's only in the dark
when I can let you in,
and we can see each other
best and in our brightest.
So paint yourself on the canvas of my thoughts;
allow me to be the blank pages you need.
I'll empty myself for you to fill me whole
with this dance of the thirteenth month—
a tribute birthed out of this tune.
When it ends I'll never move again
the same way I did before:
because now you are the echoing pulse of my bloodstream,
and I'm completely anew like the full moon.
Inspired by SVT's Performance Unit's song 'Lilili Yabbay/The Dance of the 13th Month'.
I love the theme of the song, the dance's choreo, the genre; from the scenery, to the fluid movements which flow between the dancers' extremities and the fabric that wraps around their skin.
Ever heard of a song that's part of a dance, not just a dance that's part of a song? This is one of those rare kinds of songs.

(j.m.)
J Thompson Oct 2017
The wind howls hard in the air,
My hair brushes against my face,
Thoughts of yesteryear float in my mind,
A lost chance or perhaps an easier escape I convince myself.

Each step I take the mud sways with me,
We dance to the sound of gusts,
Neither wanting to give way both earnest in our trying,
Not today I shout aloud, maybe tomorrow you’ll trip me.

This journey we take is fraught with challenge,
Blown one way then the other,
Constantly seeking surer footing not wanting to fall,
Sometimes the easiest thing is to let go and let yourself collapse.

But I’m no quitter,
Neither are you,
Together we’ll keep plodding along,
Soon we’ll find a surer path again and the sun will shine down upon us.
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