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Nishu Mathur Apr 13
Every time I’m happy, for reasons I don’t know,
Lights flash in my heart and it kind of . . . . discos.

Why not a waltz, polka, salsa, jive, tango or calypso?
Of all dances, I am not sure why it chooses to disco.

Perhaps, it’s a dance that it can dance on it’s own,
A dance in merry solitude when I might be alone.

Maybe, I grew up in the time when Saturday Night Fever was in tow,
When pop charts went tizzy with songs that’d make the world boom-boom go.

Maybe, my heart beats to the rhythm of life, at times funky, at times slow,
Maybe, it’s in tune with electronic sounds around me — that in a humdrum, flow.

The top left chamber of my heart, leaps, jumps and thumps so,
The bottom right chamber shakes a leg to a psychedelic-lights-show.
My arteries and ventricles throb and pulsate oh . . . OH!
Pumping blood in a sudden rush all the way to my toes.

And like the ever-glittering disco ball, I spin, shine and glow,
Every time I’m happy, my heart jumps . . . And a-dancing it goes
Written by a very young at heart me
Izan Almira Apr 12
There is this thing about spiraling;
isn't it beautiful in a way?
I am like a ballerina;
turning and twisting against the same spot;
turning it into poetry.
Dude, the imaginary, I love this one. To be honest, I don't really know if it's okay to hype up your own art, but **** I'm proud: I love this piece.
a Apr 1
i’ve loved once
it felt like tilting your head towards the sun
the lick of warmth on my bare skin
found a way to pierce my soul from within
and how you glowed, how you danced tantalizingly slow
and my heart ceases to beat, when your eyes in the darkness land on me
and truth be told i’m not one to dance
but my rigid bones long to break through when you grab my hand
and from your open mouth hangs the prettiest words
the best **** song i’ve ever heard
and i begin to move begin to sway like the wind
steadily let go of the fear of existing
i don’t think i’ve lived before i’ve met you
and i didn’t know of romance, of slow dances and wandering hands too
my first ish time publishing my poetry online!
Aaron Beedle Mar 17
Noise-synced delirium
Acidic injection
objection! Too loud
impassive perception's
important to render the silk from the fiend
The synths coming at you
with sawing and beams
and there, pristine
the song of the axe
the splitting of atoms
they're tuning the parallax
revving the tendon
the chord they depend on
the pipe of the warlord
and howl of the warhorde, stampeding
pounding the earth it's a drum
and the thrum of the piper
who's flashing his guns
and valkyries, mounted,
join in the rush
and then hush
the clouds seizing
the chance to combust
and to shed a tear
or a thousand drops
of ecstasy
onto the trampled crops.
About: I think this one was about mosh pits and metal music.
Zywa Mar 5
I love to dance and

fall in love, even if you'll --


fly away from me.
Song "Fly too high" (1979, Janis Ian, album "Night Rains"), for the film "Foxes"

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 60s and 70s"
Zywa Mar 4
We dance and we stamp

our tears into the plank floor --


crying together.
Film "Ljósbrot" ("Refraction" / "When the light breaks", 2024, Rúnar Rúnarsson)

Collection "Heart's Delight"
I'd like to take you to the beach in Marblehead,
When the summer nights are warm.
Take you out to dinner,
Show you the riches of my homeland.
Then I'll hold your hand, walk you to the sands,
Where we can be hidden from the world,
Hidden enough to dance amongst the waves.
Spinning, dipping, gliding across the grains,
Hands on your skin, lips on your own.
When we tire we can retire,
Down on a blanket, I'll cradle you,
We can watch the stars fly by.
Maybe I'll get to watch you,
Dance another groove.
My hearts always open bb don't worry.
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