I hope you dance? I don’t want you to dance. I never wished good for you. I am not one of those people to sit here and wish that you have a wonderful life without me, the end and good bye forever and ever and ever.
But if I’m not, then why did I give up on you? Why didn’t I ask you what was going on with us after that day? I hardly ever even talk to you anymore because you didn’t want me to talk about it. You wanted everything to be a big secret. Why couldn’t we just tell anyone?
I lied. I do want the best for you. I want you to have a wonderful life without me, the end and good bye forever and ever and ever. But I do want to know…why?
Ashley Nicole Brooks Flowers
i never liked dances. especially in middle school.
i liked music that was different. not the shitty Britney Spear music or boy bands.
or Linkin Park.
Give me the Beatles any day.
Fuck dances.
Dance like a hippy.
Greg Hayhurst
dance in the rain if you want, dance with a partner or on your own, naked in your bedroom. If you feel good, you’re doing it right. There is no specific way to do it, just follow your feet!
Mika
dance in the rain if you want, dance with a partner or on your own, naked in your bedroom. If you feel good, you’re doing it right. There is no specific way to do it, just follow your feet!
Mika
Oh dear Lord, to write
Of the dance.
Interpretative and so sad;
A devotion, a faith,
To something I’ve never tried
(And don’t want to).
So
I guess
I shall have to write about it here instead
And waste everyone’s time
With paraphrases.
M Lambert
Dance me naked through the tracks of aubergine marriage. The movement of the heart that leads to total understanding between the two of us. Skin to skin
Paul
is to have your body moving all ways, enjoying the rythm and sounds tha lead to a magnificen sensation of being one with the music, like old people used to enjoy while screaming
Jorge
dance me to the music with your burning violin. dance me till i panic with my eagerness safely in. dance me till the end of love.
molly
It’s my body. It wants to. Doesn’t wait for my brain. It simply starts to move. One way, then another, then all together. Hey wait a minute, my body can’t really move if my brain doesn’t tell it where to go and what to do so maybe it isn’t my body that wants to dance, maybe it is my brain all along. And to think that I never realized that.
Edward Boches
I used to go to dances all the time in high school. I loved to dance then. I’d dance all crazy and sexy. I still love to dance, although I’m horribly self conscious of how I look when I do it. I worry if my ass is jiggling around or if I look stupid. I haven’t been alone in my house in a long time, but I should put on some eighties music and dance by myself. That thing that says I hope you dance? I rarely choose to dance. I should work on that.
Amanda
Dancing is probably the most horrible practice there is. For the few who can do it well, fair play but for the millions who glue themselves to strictly come dancing it is nothing but a pipe dream. I whole heartedly detest dancing in all its forms.
David
Dance. Dancing, dancing for the spirit, Dancing for the soul, Dancing for the body, for fitness and all..
Dancing for monsy, dancing for free, dancing alone..
Moi
move maker
hip shaker
feeling the beat
swaying
tunes inside my head
feel the rush
move my feet
feel the rhythm
let it into my soul
LynnArts (Jen M)
Her tiny feet danced upon the linoleum. It was her dream to become a ballerina, but that would happen later. Now, in her little pink tutu and her tiny leotard, it was just time for dancing – at least until Mommy finished making dinner.
elphaba731
DANCE is a creative language in itself. it causes one to mate in any species dance allows ones true character ti emerge from the abyss of their soul. for one cannot truly express unless they feel free to dance and put themselves out there
aaron wiebe
The dance started and stopped on the space of a single dime, never quite fufilling what either person wanted out of it either. Both were wanting just a little more of parts, and a little less of other bits. But none the less when it came down to it, you’re never really happy of what you get, and always annoyed with that you wanted but never recieved.
nathan wainwright
She’s beautiful. Nothing speaks to me more than watching her dance. Nothing shows me her heart, her soul, like when she flits about the stage, gently gliding from one position to the next. I’d never tell her all of this, mind you. I can tell her I love her. I can tell her what she means to me. But for some reason, I can never tell her that I love watching her dance…
Axl
i make a fool out of myself sometimes when i put the music on and i dance around the room and put on a rock concert for her. she tells me that it is sexy but i am just trying to be goofy. she watches every move i make as i dance. and it makes me feel sexier than ever in my life when she.s watching me dance.
kayser
The dancer nobody entered Demyx’s room. He turned, sitting on his bed. It was obvious why it was here. It’s mission was complete. A Girl stood behind the Nobody, with red hair and yellow eyes. Her name was Aya. And now, Demyx had something important to tell her. He wondered how to say it. His face contorting before he said, “Will you marry me?”
Alex
culture is a thing of beauty with a surge of emotion being able to take you wherever you need to be. romance and moonlight with dancing suggests an occasion worthy of celebration.
Sarah Timms
I like the way that the lights dance in your eyes when you smile. Like a thousand little candles burning inside you or the stars in a clear night sky.
Crystal Sudduth
I am dying to dance with him. I wonder what it will feel like, to be in his arms, there in front of everyone. Will I have some grand revelation about the two of us? Or will I be completely unable to think, which is so often my reaction to him?
Marie
I would love to dance professionally or enough that I can impress certain people. I think of myself as a good dancer but only to certain kind of music. This trip, however, I learnt how poor I was wehn I tried to Salsa and Jive. I want to learn it, so that I can prove to certain people that I am good and not just a freestyle Bolly dancer.
N
She could dance all night to the tune of the devil. Swaying in the shadows, she grasped the large posy to her bosom. It was tired and faded, a reflection of herslf. But when that beat came into her head, she could be swirling dervish ready to grasp the first innocent that passed.
Claudette
A small note on Princess Lianna’s dresser caught her eye. A love note…most likely from one of her annoying suitors. She picked it up with a long, apathetic sigh. It read,
‘When I saw you at first glance
The sight of you made my heart dance
Please oh please give me a chance!
Signed with love and roses, Lance’
Lance. Wasn’t he the pathetic one who had tried to climb up to her window to impress her? Then he had fallen and most likely gotten himself killed. Hmm. She scribbled up the note and threw it out the window.
Taking her pen, she scribbled a note back.
Lance, oh Lance
Of all my suitors
You’re the most pathetic LOSER!
I wrote more than I should have xD
I really hate to dance. I don’t think I look good doing it. Even when a good song makes me want to get up and dance, I don’t when there are other people around. I feel too self concious. When I’m by myself, I might be brave enough to dance a little bit. But then no one will see it.
Patti B.
Dances of life. The wind blows around me. I mis the dance. I miss it so much. The Bell rings. The silence follows. I’m just sitting now. I’m not dancing. I hear the music, see the movie, but I’m not dancing.
Stas
Dancing is not a hobby I’ve ever taken up. It seems like something that I should be interested in, mainly because its a primary interest of the opposite sex. But I can’t get past the fact that really, when it boils down to it, dancing is nothing more than the next step in mating practices on the evolutionary ladder.
Scott
I danced around in circles for you. Stumbling, spinning with such grace. I thought I’d fall to my knees and see you there watching at the door with a look of absurdity. Don’t think, just dance.
Nicole
I hate dancing. Never been much good at it. I always feel like such a fool. I don’t know what to do with my hands, my head, my arms. It’s so akward. I’d just rather slow dance. Nice, simple, and I dont have to worry about what I do with my arms and hands. Everything has it’s place.
Sean
as fast as you can.
as hard as you want.
rage inside the cage.
its a new day.
geezer need excitedment.
this is it.
its fast and free and wet and sacred.
this is heat and fire and fears, and sadness.
this will shake this away.
lp
goose step across the ocean.
jacob
bailan los muchachos el fin de semana. Se acercan a los bares de moda a mover el esqueleto. Toman una copas y bailan hasta al amanecer
popo
I did it when I was younger. I did it in the street with a friend, we practiced and practiced, but were shy to dance in public, despite the fact that we were pretty damned good.
Now, I have to climb over a huge frozen dam of resistance to dance in front of other people. I have no fucking idea why, it’s just dancing. It’s not a big deal, but there it is.
This makes me feel very male, and very conditioned, and small.
Bpaul
she twirled majestically in the quiet room. pretending other were watching, she wished she had more time. morning was coming soon, and she would once again be forced into the dark recesses of the basement her father kept her in. for now, she would dance.
courtney
Bailad, bailad malditos es el grito de guerra de los amantes de la danza. Bailan y bailan sin parar.
popo
hearts beating just a little faster till they’re
Dead stop.
dance to this stolen beat and wish you
could be someone else for just a day,
dance to this empty heart and wish you
could just have one more chance.
steph han.
I hate to dance, I can’t dance I think I’m terrible at it. I think that the last time I danced was at Rachel’s party and it wasn’t too bad, but there have been many times in my life when I have felt like an amateur on the dance floor and have been full of embarrassment. I think dancing is overrated and when i see people dance I think i wouldn’t like to have that skill, unlike other skills which I think would be fun to have. Dancing is also a terrible art form and the dance troupes I’ve seen in my life have been the most awful theatrical experiences possible. Dance Rambert was bad, Adele Smith’s choreography for a play about James Joyce was particularly bad and Marianne was terribly rude about it afterwards. Goodness me how I hate dance!
how could I walk, when she danced so beautifully?
tap, ballet, twirling, bright costumes, performance.
I hope you dance? I don’t want you to dance. I never wished good for you. I am not one of those people to sit here and wish that you have a wonderful life without me, the end and good bye forever and ever and ever.
But if I’m not, then why did I give up on you? Why didn’t I ask you what was going on with us after that day? I hardly ever even talk to you anymore because you didn’t want me to talk about it. You wanted everything to be a big secret. Why couldn’t we just tell anyone?
I lied. I do want the best for you. I want you to have a wonderful life without me, the end and good bye forever and ever and ever. But I do want to know…why?
i never liked dances. especially in middle school.
i liked music that was different. not the shitty Britney Spear music or boy bands.
or Linkin Park.
Give me the Beatles any day.
Fuck dances.
Dance like a hippy.
dance in the rain if you want, dance with a partner or on your own, naked in your bedroom. If you feel good, you’re doing it right. There is no specific way to do it, just follow your feet!
dance in the rain if you want, dance with a partner or on your own, naked in your bedroom. If you feel good, you’re doing it right. There is no specific way to do it, just follow your feet!
Oh dear Lord, to write
Of the dance.
Interpretative and so sad;
A devotion, a faith,
To something I’ve never tried
(And don’t want to).
So
I guess
I shall have to write about it here instead
And waste everyone’s time
With paraphrases.
Dance me naked through the tracks of aubergine marriage. The movement of the heart that leads to total understanding between the two of us. Skin to skin
is to have your body moving all ways, enjoying the rythm and sounds tha lead to a magnificen sensation of being one with the music, like old people used to enjoy while screaming
dance me to the music with your burning violin. dance me till i panic with my eagerness safely in. dance me till the end of love.
It’s my body. It wants to. Doesn’t wait for my brain. It simply starts to move. One way, then another, then all together. Hey wait a minute, my body can’t really move if my brain doesn’t tell it where to go and what to do so maybe it isn’t my body that wants to dance, maybe it is my brain all along. And to think that I never realized that.
I used to go to dances all the time in high school. I loved to dance then. I’d dance all crazy and sexy. I still love to dance, although I’m horribly self conscious of how I look when I do it. I worry if my ass is jiggling around or if I look stupid. I haven’t been alone in my house in a long time, but I should put on some eighties music and dance by myself. That thing that says I hope you dance? I rarely choose to dance. I should work on that.
Dancing is probably the most horrible practice there is. For the few who can do it well, fair play but for the millions who glue themselves to strictly come dancing it is nothing but a pipe dream. I whole heartedly detest dancing in all its forms.
Dance. Dancing, dancing for the spirit, Dancing for the soul, Dancing for the body, for fitness and all..
Dancing for monsy, dancing for free, dancing alone..
move maker
hip shaker
feeling the beat
swaying
tunes inside my head
feel the rush
move my feet
feel the rhythm
let it into my soul
Her tiny feet danced upon the linoleum. It was her dream to become a ballerina, but that would happen later. Now, in her little pink tutu and her tiny leotard, it was just time for dancing – at least until Mommy finished making dinner.
DANCE is a creative language in itself. it causes one to mate in any species dance allows ones true character ti emerge from the abyss of their soul. for one cannot truly express unless they feel free to dance and put themselves out there
The dance started and stopped on the space of a single dime, never quite fufilling what either person wanted out of it either. Both were wanting just a little more of parts, and a little less of other bits. But none the less when it came down to it, you’re never really happy of what you get, and always annoyed with that you wanted but never recieved.
She’s beautiful. Nothing speaks to me more than watching her dance. Nothing shows me her heart, her soul, like when she flits about the stage, gently gliding from one position to the next. I’d never tell her all of this, mind you. I can tell her I love her. I can tell her what she means to me. But for some reason, I can never tell her that I love watching her dance…
i make a fool out of myself sometimes when i put the music on and i dance around the room and put on a rock concert for her. she tells me that it is sexy but i am just trying to be goofy. she watches every move i make as i dance. and it makes me feel sexier than ever in my life when she.s watching me dance.
The dancer nobody entered Demyx’s room. He turned, sitting on his bed. It was obvious why it was here. It’s mission was complete. A Girl stood behind the Nobody, with red hair and yellow eyes. Her name was Aya. And now, Demyx had something important to tell her. He wondered how to say it. His face contorting before he said, “Will you marry me?”
culture is a thing of beauty with a surge of emotion being able to take you wherever you need to be. romance and moonlight with dancing suggests an occasion worthy of celebration.
I like the way that the lights dance in your eyes when you smile. Like a thousand little candles burning inside you or the stars in a clear night sky.
I am dying to dance with him. I wonder what it will feel like, to be in his arms, there in front of everyone. Will I have some grand revelation about the two of us? Or will I be completely unable to think, which is so often my reaction to him?
I would love to dance professionally or enough that I can impress certain people. I think of myself as a good dancer but only to certain kind of music. This trip, however, I learnt how poor I was wehn I tried to Salsa and Jive. I want to learn it, so that I can prove to certain people that I am good and not just a freestyle Bolly dancer.
She could dance all night to the tune of the devil. Swaying in the shadows, she grasped the large posy to her bosom. It was tired and faded, a reflection of herslf. But when that beat came into her head, she could be swirling dervish ready to grasp the first innocent that passed.
A small note on Princess Lianna’s dresser caught her eye. A love note…most likely from one of her annoying suitors. She picked it up with a long, apathetic sigh. It read,
‘When I saw you at first glance
The sight of you made my heart dance
Please oh please give me a chance!
Signed with love and roses, Lance’
Lance. Wasn’t he the pathetic one who had tried to climb up to her window to impress her? Then he had fallen and most likely gotten himself killed. Hmm. She scribbled up the note and threw it out the window.
Taking her pen, she scribbled a note back.
Lance, oh Lance
Of all my suitors
You’re the most pathetic LOSER!
I really hate to dance. I don’t think I look good doing it. Even when a good song makes me want to get up and dance, I don’t when there are other people around. I feel too self concious. When I’m by myself, I might be brave enough to dance a little bit. But then no one will see it.
Dances of life. The wind blows around me. I mis the dance. I miss it so much. The Bell rings. The silence follows. I’m just sitting now. I’m not dancing. I hear the music, see the movie, but I’m not dancing.
Dancing is not a hobby I’ve ever taken up. It seems like something that I should be interested in, mainly because its a primary interest of the opposite sex. But I can’t get past the fact that really, when it boils down to it, dancing is nothing more than the next step in mating practices on the evolutionary ladder.
I danced around in circles for you. Stumbling, spinning with such grace. I thought I’d fall to my knees and see you there watching at the door with a look of absurdity. Don’t think, just dance.
I hate dancing. Never been much good at it. I always feel like such a fool. I don’t know what to do with my hands, my head, my arms. It’s so akward. I’d just rather slow dance. Nice, simple, and I dont have to worry about what I do with my arms and hands. Everything has it’s place.
as fast as you can.
as hard as you want.
rage inside the cage.
its a new day.
geezer need excitedment.
this is it.
its fast and free and wet and sacred.
this is heat and fire and fears, and sadness.
this will shake this away.
goose step across the ocean.
bailan los muchachos el fin de semana. Se acercan a los bares de moda a mover el esqueleto. Toman una copas y bailan hasta al amanecer
I did it when I was younger. I did it in the street with a friend, we practiced and practiced, but were shy to dance in public, despite the fact that we were pretty damned good.
Now, I have to climb over a huge frozen dam of resistance to dance in front of other people. I have no fucking idea why, it’s just dancing. It’s not a big deal, but there it is.
This makes me feel very male, and very conditioned, and small.
she twirled majestically in the quiet room. pretending other were watching, she wished she had more time. morning was coming soon, and she would once again be forced into the dark recesses of the basement her father kept her in. for now, she would dance.
Bailad, bailad malditos es el grito de guerra de los amantes de la danza. Bailan y bailan sin parar.
hearts beating just a little faster till they’re
Dead stop.
dance to this stolen beat and wish you
could be someone else for just a day,
dance to this empty heart and wish you
could just have one more chance.
I hate to dance, I can’t dance I think I’m terrible at it. I think that the last time I danced was at Rachel’s party and it wasn’t too bad, but there have been many times in my life when I have felt like an amateur on the dance floor and have been full of embarrassment. I think dancing is overrated and when i see people dance I think i wouldn’t like to have that skill, unlike other skills which I think would be fun to have. Dancing is also a terrible art form and the dance troupes I’ve seen in my life have been the most awful theatrical experiences possible. Dance Rambert was bad, Adele Smith’s choreography for a play about James Joyce was particularly bad and Marianne was terribly rude about it afterwards. Goodness me how I hate dance!