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Lunar Oct 2016
i gave my heart to him
in the form of a music box
he opened it to hear a soft tune
of my feelings i kept within
he hummed to the song
i made up for him
and danced to the rhythm
of my pulse beating

the entire moment was a loop
which didn't want to cease

it would only be so
if i took my heart back
or if he stopped dancing
i hope you guys get this! the final piece of the Pocketry Series. and things will obviously change if one factor suddenly goes missing. for dancers and lovers out there, i hope you always give your best and love whoever and whatever you do with your entire heart.

13/13 of the Pocketry Series.

FIN.
Aaron LaLux Oct 2016
I still smell you on me,
you’ve only just left,
and I want you back already,
I found with you I’m at a loss for words,

fck it,
let’s just get married,
gotta marry someone,
so why not marry you,

why not marry me,
marry me,
I know that seems sudden,
but honestly I’m ready,

you’re ready,
what are our other options,
continue to go through life,
having *** and feeling haunted,

honest,
let’s do this,
I’m ready if you are,
together we can go through this,

I don’t want to die alone,
and either of us could die tomorrow,
let’s tie the knot before we kick the bucket,
I’m for sure 100% not at all impartial,

I know where I stand,
in truth no need to lie,
I raise my right hand and kneel on my left knee,
before I look into your eyes and testify.

Met at Picasso,
made love before we ever touched,
you are a dancer tiptoeing on my heart strings,
and I’m all in but stop me if this is all too much.

I am a writer,
a poet to be specific,
and you are the most beautifully honest sonnet,
you’re both pure and you’re explicit,

a contemporary dancer,
that has all the right moves,
and I’m willing to risk it all right now,
I’m willing to risk losing everything as long as I don’t lose you.

So hold me,
at least pretend you’ll never let me go,
and I’ll put a ring on it right now,
just to prove that this is not all for show,

let’s go,
all in with each other,
don’t let go,
hold me for at least forever,

forget it,
i guess I said too much,
I still smell you on me,
even though you’re out of sight and touch,

I still smell you on me,
you’ve only just left,
and I want you back already,
I found with you I’m at a loss for words,

fck it,
let’s just get married,
gotta marry someone,
so why not marry you,

why not marry me,
marry me,
I know that seems sudden,
but honestly I’m ready…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
The Poet and The Dancer
Doll Spaghetti Sep 2016
three young soldiers
talking about the women they love
one Friday night, in September

"i love animals and I have-"
click
"you can impress me by taking me-"
click
"don't message me if you're just going-"
click

whats the point of building up my story
if there isn't anyone that can read it

**** me, man
am I really that different from the me I was
8 months ago?
Bright and shining
Golden yellow all over
She's a dancer swaying with the light and breeze
A force to be reckoned with
Contained, she's pleasurable and warm
Mesmerizing to watch.
Unrestrained she can bring down cities
scorch you to the core
Always feeding on something
She's a death trap, she'll eat you alive
And she'll just keep going
It's what she has to do to survive.
So many think they know her
They have seen her do her work
Yet she is a mystery- a fascination to all who have ever encountered her.
Who is she?
What makes her able to add sparkle to a room,
Romance to an evening,
Dread to the eerie situation,
Confidence in the dark?
So malleable yet so strong
She is a dancer
She is a fire
A personification of fire
she moves in red silk
a ghazal on white marble
Smile of the Blue Lord
A quick red, white, and blue haiku for a random writing prompt.
Sasha Jun 2016
How lovely, I thought,
To see some red drop.
A splash of vibrant color ,
A drop staining red as it spreads through the water.

How graceful, I pondered,
Like a little fire dancing amongst the air.

What a shame*, I sighed,
That to admire something so lovely, so graceful,
I must shed my skin
to leave an opening
so I may see my blood become a dancer in the wind.
TJLC Jun 2016
How the body

of the dancer

Moves with

Grace
and
Elegance

Eyes with make-up, closed while performing.
The only audience to the dancer are
One's heart and one's soul.
An attempt to make an imagery poem. Trying to describe how performers, in general, feel on stage. To express one's feelings as a performer on stage is a fresh experience all the time.
Lark Train May 2016
Fire rising in my cheeks
Fanned by insignificance
The work I do is never known
Since I'm not on stage to dance.
I didn't choose the tech life.

The tech life choose me
Trevor Blevins May 2016
Russian Duchess of Glory,
Chilling precision behind every turn,
And here I am cracking a joke because I can't even waltz.

Anna Pavlova,
Can you see yourself in the full scope of your beauty tonight?

Can we both stand to be witty,
Or find it easy to live past thirty?

Why is it always more elegant in the moonlight,
Regardless of the action,
From East Europe to the sad blue East Kentucky...

Have you once looked me in the eyes to judge how honest I've been in reading your history...

Oh, Anna Pavlova,
If you only knew that beauty would hold weight in modern reincarnation.
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Still I wait for your autograph.

You who I dare to look upon through seldom borrowed books.

And if you pay regard at all,
To any of this, that is,

Then how much will you take hold of,

How long can you maintain your balance...

And are your pirouettes more acts of orbit

Or simply spinning out and away from me?
cgembry Apr 2016
Darkness swirls in blackened night
That might have left me without light
Yet with me are fireflies
That gift sight for my eyes

Like a waltz they sway my lovely vision enhancers
Not to mention they are amazing dancers
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