I like to dance. I used to go to dances in middle school. They were like parties, and I could hang out with the popular kids and I felt cool. and it was fun to get that “action” with girls. It was more than I was even close to getting at that time. It was fun. I could be a giant tool and not have to worry about it, cuz everyone was a giant tool.
Jason
We both love to dance. Across opposite sides of the world we’ve plied our trade. We’ve pulsated to the universal beat. Alone yet strangely together. Together we’ve tripped around the dance floors of the world. Your world. My world. Now finally in the same city we start to dance to different beats and I wonder if we can keep in tune with each other.
Danielle
Don’t hide.
Don’t run from yourself.
Don’t pretend to be something you aren’t.
Don’t believe the lies you tell yourself.
Don’t think you aren’t worth it.
Look in the mirror.
See who you are.
Be strong.
Dance.
Morgan
Dancing has always been a thing that I’ve never been really good at. Maybe I haven’t found the person who is meant to be my partner yet. Someone I’m comfortable with enough to lose all inhibitions that has been locking up all the bones, muscles and joints needed in dancing. But the search isn’t over yet. The right partner is out there and he’ll come to me when the music is right.
Trina
stupid.i don’t know how to dance.it makes me feel weird,but that’s me
christine
Dancing circles through dark, damp air
hoping that the circles, the dance, will lead to repair
Darb
dance
patter around the cold
trying to forget that i miss you
trying to forget that i care
skipping, prancing
left foot, right foot
each a lie to myself
that i dont think about you anymore
and so i dance in fallen snow
carelessly moving
moving away from thoughts of your eyes
face
everything about you
packed between my feet and the pavement
only to be revealed
when my dance is over
and im walking again
walking away
only pretending you werent crowding my mind
the way i pretended to dance
in the snow
a.carmonaponce
dance
i want to dance
in january
i want to make footprints in the snow
each shouting everything about you
each footstep
making it truly a dance for you
a.carmona this sucks srry
I just danced to “3 little words” by Frankmusik.
and I’m not ashamed.
Bridge
As i walked into the room, you were the first person i saw. the way you moved entranced me in. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath. You were intoxicating. and when i finally moved with you, it was a drug.
Corin
My dance teacher kicked me out on the pretense that I called her “mean” and I hate ballet. I hope that cunt burns in hell. She took away something I loved.
I danced my heart out for her, I thought she genuinely like me. No wonder she never gave me any solos.
bloody stubs
throw your soul onto the floor and watch it dance for you. then you’ll realize how amazing you really are.
megan
dance is the one thing that everyone can agree about. it frees your soul and it expresses yourself in ways words cannot explain. No matter the style, everyone who has any appreciation of music, can appreciate dance.
Erica
I loved the way you would just dance around me, take my hand into yours, they always fit together nicely. Now I have to see the evidence, everyday of how it’s not my hand that you want. And how that doesn’t bother you in the least bit. I would trade anything, just to dance with you once again.
Taisia
a sudden dusk of your empty hips and i caught a slow twirling movement
Aviv Cohn
The dark sweaty room hugged her like a second skin as she whirled, always a hairs breadth from the next person. It became her.
Berkleigh
Oh to dance in the fountains of Youth and Joy,
But alas the spring ran dry…
And now I am to grow old and withered…
No more shall I dance.
ecraft
dancing is a sport because people go crazy about it and they pop and lock all over the place like those crazy koreans they dance pretty good when they try there was one time at an assembly they were like the nutcracker tchaikovsky and 1812 overture andrew jackson fought in the war of 1812 and had a very large victory in new orleans. Several decades later new orleans was totally owned by the vast forces of hurricane katrina.
Leo
we swirl around, hands locked, and eyes shingng. i’m thinking only about his hand on my waist, my fingers on tyhe back of his neck. we sway across the emerald green grass, staining our feet and not caring. all the world plays a rythem and we just dance along
sian
It was just one simple moment, one dance. But that was all it took, she was lost to him forever. There was never any chance and once the music stopped she was gone.
Bailey
dancing is something that I have to do tomorrow for my musical rehearsal, which I have to get up fucking EARLY for. Fuck that Im tired. I get to throw girls around; its a swing dance. West Side Story is a pretty cool thing. I wish Kara was in it, Id really enjoy dancing with her. I think it would make us even closer! and thats all I can think of to write.
Spencer
Movement, excitement
Eyes lock across the room.
Tell me you want me.
Tell me you need me.
Arms swaying,
Legs bending,
Hips gyrating.
Show me you love me.
Show me you need me.
Kara
one word is the best most interesting site i ve seen in years e agora n percebes nada do q tou a dizer uma palavra sequer!! not even a word:D
xxx
I like to dance. It makes me feel good and it stimulates my body. I think more people should do it on a regular basis.
Paul
Her name is Catherine and she dances on the sand… Dan used to sing that to all the girls. I didn’t know it the first time he sang it with my name in the song. I giggled and blushed and felt special. And then, one day, when I was up on the second floor I heard him sing it to another girl and I knew I’d been a fool…
cmac
you move like a gaggle of geese
with no seasonal direction
and your arms
are cat tails by the Nile
waiting on the next love song
from the sea.
hips and legs are gunny sacks
plump with crumpled paper wads
and you are about as well oiled
as clothespins pursing their lips.
but every time you fall,
I think of wine and silk
christening the moment
like flamenco porcelain sea shells
dancing just for me.
Hannah Wells
Dancing is fun because you can express yourself through the beat of the music. There are many different types of dancing techniques. You can have classical ballet, rave parties, and even a lap dance! It is an interesting way to express yourself.
AJ
I like to dance. I’m not as great as my husband but I still like to dance. It helps to relieve my stress. I don’t dance to just any music. It has to be something
Amabelle
I wish I could dance.
I wish I had the rhythm to move so fluidly like some people. It’s so beautiful, watching other people dance.
Why didn’t my mom put me in dance class?
Oh wait she did… I just quit.
Dammit, why did I do that?
Abby
movement shy wow
daring thrilling sexy hazardous tango difficult short embarrassed so what fun heady try can willpower thick skin r memories romance idiotic
sreela
dance just dance. someone told me i didn’t have rhythm and that i danced like a white girl. i AM a white girl. i am. and i don’t think being good at dancing is everything as long as i have a good time which i always do and i don’t really doubt my skills in bed. my friend told me she judged whether or not she watned to sleep with someone based on how they danced and i think she must be missing out on some great sex.
fdgdfh
languid and graceful, are the things that i am not. i do like to watch others, particularly ballet dances with their fluid movement. leaps and twists. i can appreciate them, but not execute them. oh well.
rosylee
Fireflies light up the night in their daily ritual. A faithful dance, a duet if you will; gracing the night with their inviting glows. Always dependable, a calming sight; fireflies will light up the night.
Charles
When I finish my novel, I will dance until my feet fall off.
The end.
Yona
fallen grace talks her by the hand,
taking the lead in some sort of
cynical waltz.
she is spinning in circles in
circles in
circles
.
off the stage with a stolen bow.
(thank you, thank you.)
InfinityOnTheRun
She lifted her arm and paused. She didn’t know what to do. Her legs wouldn’t move… until she felt the pulse of the music flow through her, giving her life.
someone
I’m so sick of standing still, to know what I’m doing. dancing isn’t knowing, it’s feeling. I wish I could dance, but I can’t. because I’m uncoordinated and clumsy and my feet don’t work the right way most of the time.
but I watch others, and tears come to my eyes when I think about how hard they work to bring a little beauty into other’s lives.
shelly
Wen i saw the stage lights, every thing dissolved into nothing. I moved my feet. Slowly dancing to the music. Alone. It was amazing, how the world sank before me and the stage. It was over.
Alice
we swing dance in the middle of the rave. I wonder, how could these people possibly be having as much fun as I am?
ann
I wish I could dance. I think about it all the time. Maybe he will ask me to dance with him but then again, I would have to say no because I don’t know how.
I like to dance. I used to go to dances in middle school. They were like parties, and I could hang out with the popular kids and I felt cool. and it was fun to get that “action” with girls. It was more than I was even close to getting at that time. It was fun. I could be a giant tool and not have to worry about it, cuz everyone was a giant tool.
We both love to dance. Across opposite sides of the world we’ve plied our trade. We’ve pulsated to the universal beat. Alone yet strangely together. Together we’ve tripped around the dance floors of the world. Your world. My world. Now finally in the same city we start to dance to different beats and I wonder if we can keep in tune with each other.
Don’t hide.
Don’t run from yourself.
Don’t pretend to be something you aren’t.
Don’t believe the lies you tell yourself.
Don’t think you aren’t worth it.
Look in the mirror.
See who you are.
Be strong.
Dance.
Dancing has always been a thing that I’ve never been really good at. Maybe I haven’t found the person who is meant to be my partner yet. Someone I’m comfortable with enough to lose all inhibitions that has been locking up all the bones, muscles and joints needed in dancing. But the search isn’t over yet. The right partner is out there and he’ll come to me when the music is right.
stupid.i don’t know how to dance.it makes me feel weird,but that’s me
Dancing circles through dark, damp air
hoping that the circles, the dance, will lead to repair
dance
patter around the cold
trying to forget that i miss you
trying to forget that i care
skipping, prancing
left foot, right foot
each a lie to myself
that i dont think about you anymore
and so i dance in fallen snow
carelessly moving
moving away from thoughts of your eyes
face
everything about you
packed between my feet and the pavement
only to be revealed
when my dance is over
and im walking again
walking away
only pretending you werent crowding my mind
the way i pretended to dance
in the snow
dance
i want to dance
in january
i want to make footprints in the snow
each shouting everything about you
each footstep
making it truly a dance for you
I just danced to “3 little words” by Frankmusik.
and I’m not ashamed.
As i walked into the room, you were the first person i saw. the way you moved entranced me in. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath. You were intoxicating. and when i finally moved with you, it was a drug.
My dance teacher kicked me out on the pretense that I called her “mean” and I hate ballet. I hope that cunt burns in hell. She took away something I loved.
I danced my heart out for her, I thought she genuinely like me. No wonder she never gave me any solos.
throw your soul onto the floor and watch it dance for you. then you’ll realize how amazing you really are.
dance is the one thing that everyone can agree about. it frees your soul and it expresses yourself in ways words cannot explain. No matter the style, everyone who has any appreciation of music, can appreciate dance.
I loved the way you would just dance around me, take my hand into yours, they always fit together nicely. Now I have to see the evidence, everyday of how it’s not my hand that you want. And how that doesn’t bother you in the least bit. I would trade anything, just to dance with you once again.
a sudden dusk of your empty hips and i caught a slow twirling movement
The dark sweaty room hugged her like a second skin as she whirled, always a hairs breadth from the next person. It became her.
Oh to dance in the fountains of Youth and Joy,
But alas the spring ran dry…
And now I am to grow old and withered…
No more shall I dance.
dancing is a sport because people go crazy about it and they pop and lock all over the place like those crazy koreans they dance pretty good when they try there was one time at an assembly they were like the nutcracker tchaikovsky and 1812 overture andrew jackson fought in the war of 1812 and had a very large victory in new orleans. Several decades later new orleans was totally owned by the vast forces of hurricane katrina.
we swirl around, hands locked, and eyes shingng. i’m thinking only about his hand on my waist, my fingers on tyhe back of his neck. we sway across the emerald green grass, staining our feet and not caring. all the world plays a rythem and we just dance along
It was just one simple moment, one dance. But that was all it took, she was lost to him forever. There was never any chance and once the music stopped she was gone.
dancing is something that I have to do tomorrow for my musical rehearsal, which I have to get up fucking EARLY for. Fuck that Im tired. I get to throw girls around; its a swing dance. West Side Story is a pretty cool thing. I wish Kara was in it, Id really enjoy dancing with her. I think it would make us even closer! and thats all I can think of to write.
Movement, excitement
Eyes lock across the room.
Tell me you want me.
Tell me you need me.
Arms swaying,
Legs bending,
Hips gyrating.
Show me you love me.
Show me you need me.
one word is the best most interesting site i ve seen in years e agora n percebes nada do q tou a dizer uma palavra sequer!! not even a word:D
I like to dance. It makes me feel good and it stimulates my body. I think more people should do it on a regular basis.
Her name is Catherine and she dances on the sand… Dan used to sing that to all the girls. I didn’t know it the first time he sang it with my name in the song. I giggled and blushed and felt special. And then, one day, when I was up on the second floor I heard him sing it to another girl and I knew I’d been a fool…
you move like a gaggle of geese
with no seasonal direction
and your arms
are cat tails by the Nile
waiting on the next love song
from the sea.
hips and legs are gunny sacks
plump with crumpled paper wads
and you are about as well oiled
as clothespins pursing their lips.
but every time you fall,
I think of wine and silk
christening the moment
like flamenco porcelain sea shells
dancing just for me.
Dancing is fun because you can express yourself through the beat of the music. There are many different types of dancing techniques. You can have classical ballet, rave parties, and even a lap dance! It is an interesting way to express yourself.
I like to dance. I’m not as great as my husband but I still like to dance. It helps to relieve my stress. I don’t dance to just any music. It has to be something
I wish I could dance.
I wish I had the rhythm to move so fluidly like some people. It’s so beautiful, watching other people dance.
Why didn’t my mom put me in dance class?
Oh wait she did… I just quit.
Dammit, why did I do that?
movement shy wow
daring thrilling sexy hazardous tango difficult short embarrassed so what fun heady try can willpower thick skin r memories romance idiotic
dance just dance. someone told me i didn’t have rhythm and that i danced like a white girl. i AM a white girl. i am. and i don’t think being good at dancing is everything as long as i have a good time which i always do and i don’t really doubt my skills in bed. my friend told me she judged whether or not she watned to sleep with someone based on how they danced and i think she must be missing out on some great sex.
languid and graceful, are the things that i am not. i do like to watch others, particularly ballet dances with their fluid movement. leaps and twists. i can appreciate them, but not execute them. oh well.
Fireflies light up the night in their daily ritual. A faithful dance, a duet if you will; gracing the night with their inviting glows. Always dependable, a calming sight; fireflies will light up the night.
When I finish my novel, I will dance until my feet fall off.
The end.
fallen grace talks her by the hand,
taking the lead in some sort of
cynical waltz.
she is spinning in circles in
circles in
circles
.
off the stage with a stolen bow.
(thank you, thank you.)
She lifted her arm and paused. She didn’t know what to do. Her legs wouldn’t move… until she felt the pulse of the music flow through her, giving her life.
I’m so sick of standing still, to know what I’m doing. dancing isn’t knowing, it’s feeling. I wish I could dance, but I can’t. because I’m uncoordinated and clumsy and my feet don’t work the right way most of the time.
but I watch others, and tears come to my eyes when I think about how hard they work to bring a little beauty into other’s lives.
Wen i saw the stage lights, every thing dissolved into nothing. I moved my feet. Slowly dancing to the music. Alone. It was amazing, how the world sank before me and the stage. It was over.
we swing dance in the middle of the rave. I wonder, how could these people possibly be having as much fun as I am?
I wish I could dance. I think about it all the time. Maybe he will ask me to dance with him but then again, I would have to say no because I don’t know how.