I always wanted to learn how to waltz, but my mother wanted me to learn ballet instead. So I did. I was good. All up until college, when my floormate mentioned ballroom club, and BAM! I waltz down the street like a ballroom dance junkie. Just wait until I perfect the swing, ya just can’t stop this dancing fool.
She felt her feet glide her across the floor and his hands carrying the small of her back. A delighted laugh surged out of her lips and blended into the music that echoed through the room. The waltz was over too soon, over much too soon, but she knew it would begin in no time once more.
waltz waltz
chickens dance with their heads cut off
a dance for the aristocratic few
we all look stupid in big, fluffy dresses
Emily
The wonderful world of dance is represented in the beauty and structure of the waltz. Life is lovely once you learn that dance, and do it with a loved one.
sir jorge
the waltz is such a romantic dance. i think of viennese ball rooms and romance – like the scene fromt he sound of music when julie andrews dances with the father. it belongs to an era i wish i belonged to.
LC
and so they danced. danced high above the chaos far below as the waves crashed again and again onto the town destroying all in their wake. they smiled into each others eyes as they twirled and spun in the safety of each others arms while the people far below mistook them for angels coming to rescue them.
Humans. We waltz through life like it’s nothing. We don’t stop to think. We don’t stop to admire the natural beauty of the earth. We don’t see with our eyes. We see with our mind. We ignore the beautiful things around us. And that will be the death of us. We’ll forget about the things that have already been provided for us, and instead yearn for things we don’t need. We waltz through life without a real clue about what it truly means to be alive. To be alive. To stop and look at things. But instead, humans glide through life without a clue.
Puppet
the sweetest romance of all ballroom dances, Ala glided across the floor, being spun from one suitor to the next, an endless blur of light pink.
Ghia
waltzing through the ballroom, arfraid to stop, she held on to him tightly. It was just like a dream, the most perfect dream of a lifetime. She didn’t want it to end; it was just like she’d been imagining it her whole life.
Dancing in the rain, soaking wet clothes. Enjoying life to the fullest, for sixty seconds there are no worries. Just dancing. Just waltzing. Just being happy to be a kid once again before you die. Dance in the rain as if no one cares.
Lindsey
off-kilter, assymetric balance. could be wobbly or graceful. military cultures produce music in 4’s. easy-going island cultures make music in 3’s, 6’s, and polymetrics.
I love to waltz. The first time I waltzed was when my friend got back from a trip. I had to be the male part because I was taller. It was on her checkered kitchen floor.
martha
Tango, I like tango. Is a really famous dance, especially in south america.
Ellie
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Squiles
we dance.
step by step.
heartbeats syncopated.
like an accordion.
and when you smile,
i do the same.
but i doubt we’re thinking
the same thing.
We took a stroll down memory lane and by the end of the night we began to waltz under the stars of our past life. The days that were so sweet are now kept within the air.
Jackie T.
Waltz down the glass strewn road
Barefooted and chin raised up high, forget the pains that ground you and fly.
arelis balaguer
Waltzing is really an misunderstood type of dance in my mind, I really have no idea how to do it or what it even looks like, when i think of it i just think of old people hanging out in suits at a ball or whatever.
dan
I like the waltz, especially that it’s a dance, because I love to dance… ballroom dancing makes me think of Dancing With the Stars and So You Think You Can Dance. My dad loves Dancing with the Stars. I don’t really follow it but I am obsessed with SYTYCD!! I’m so glad that I can watch it.
Anonymous
We waltz around the earth, life is nothing but a learned dance that is changing at the speed of light. We grab the past, the future and the floor, hoping to stay, hoping to survive. But the world keeps spinning, the dance keeps going on.
Rachel
i love the idea of the waltz, the idea of 3. trinity, and all that. triangle, delta, secure bridges and whatnot. And spinning around a room with a handsome man to 18th century music
Robin Washington
We waltz around and fill our hearts with everything we wish to be. life is nothing but a learned dance. We spin in circles and change partners, we’re always moving, we are always grabbing. Grabbing at the past, grabbing at the future, grabbing at the floor hoping nothing changes.
Rachel
They danced like they were the only two people in the room. They swayed and glided with all their might and held each other tight. They waltzed the night away on the boardwalk of Bombay.
My friend is learning to dance. I am learning with him. We do salsa, cha cha and struggle with the Argentine tango. One day a piece of music played and I asked him what it was. He said ‘it’s a waltz and I was happy, before I just thought that the waltz was an old-fashioned dance and for fogies. Now I am older and probably considered a fogie by the younger set. But my heart was light at the thought that the music could sweep me away.
Jennifer
The cavernous room was glittering in the candlelight, and only the swaying of a single couple could be heard echoing in the room.
“So, you know how to waltz then, I gather?” she asked, smirking slightly.
Lise
My white cells and my red ones, together in the moonlight of dying flesh. Or maybe they were in the sunlight of the blade’s refelction? I am so unsure as of right now. But what I do is that it was a glorious dance, a nice slow waltzm and it may never happen again.
A single waltz under the starless sky reveals the emptiness beneath, the shadows that are underneath every forced smile, every second of unloved misery that looks like shiny perfection on the surface, but is just as flighty, as meaningless, as hollow as the dance itself.
When I watched the elegant girl in a blue gown clasp the hand of the man in the splendid tuxedo, my eyes glazed over. I thought for a long time thtat being elegant, and perfect, was the only way for a woman to be beautiful.
Thank you, world, for proving me wrong.
Felicia
i LEARNED TO WALTZ WHEN I WAS 6 OR 7.
i’ve been dancing my whole life, and my first play with an older character’s love scene made me fall in love with and learn to waltz. I soon learned that i was not quite a waltzing kind of girl.
I always wanted to learn how to waltz, but my mother wanted me to learn ballet instead. So I did. I was good. All up until college, when my floormate mentioned ballroom club, and BAM! I waltz down the street like a ballroom dance junkie. Just wait until I perfect the swing, ya just can’t stop this dancing fool.
She felt her feet glide her across the floor and his hands carrying the small of her back. A delighted laugh surged out of her lips and blended into the music that echoed through the room. The waltz was over too soon, over much too soon, but she knew it would begin in no time once more.
waltz waltz
chickens dance with their heads cut off
a dance for the aristocratic few
we all look stupid in big, fluffy dresses
The wonderful world of dance is represented in the beauty and structure of the waltz. Life is lovely once you learn that dance, and do it with a loved one.
the waltz is such a romantic dance. i think of viennese ball rooms and romance – like the scene fromt he sound of music when julie andrews dances with the father. it belongs to an era i wish i belonged to.
and so they danced. danced high above the chaos far below as the waves crashed again and again onto the town destroying all in their wake. they smiled into each others eyes as they twirled and spun in the safety of each others arms while the people far below mistook them for angels coming to rescue them.
Humans. We waltz through life like it’s nothing. We don’t stop to think. We don’t stop to admire the natural beauty of the earth. We don’t see with our eyes. We see with our mind. We ignore the beautiful things around us. And that will be the death of us. We’ll forget about the things that have already been provided for us, and instead yearn for things we don’t need. We waltz through life without a real clue about what it truly means to be alive. To be alive. To stop and look at things. But instead, humans glide through life without a clue.
the sweetest romance of all ballroom dances, Ala glided across the floor, being spun from one suitor to the next, an endless blur of light pink.
waltzing through the ballroom, arfraid to stop, she held on to him tightly. It was just like a dream, the most perfect dream of a lifetime. She didn’t want it to end; it was just like she’d been imagining it her whole life.
Dancing in the rain, soaking wet clothes. Enjoying life to the fullest, for sixty seconds there are no worries. Just dancing. Just waltzing. Just being happy to be a kid once again before you die. Dance in the rain as if no one cares.
off-kilter, assymetric balance. could be wobbly or graceful. military cultures produce music in 4’s. easy-going island cultures make music in 3’s, 6’s, and polymetrics.
and there they remained, waltzing in a marble colored ballroom. waltzing although there was no music. as though there was no tomorrow.
I love to waltz. The first time I waltzed was when my friend got back from a trip. I had to be the male part because I was taller. It was on her checkered kitchen floor.
Tango, I like tango. Is a really famous dance, especially in south america.
one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three one two three
we dance.
step by step.
heartbeats syncopated.
like an accordion.
and when you smile,
i do the same.
but i doubt we’re thinking
the same thing.
pretty dears, their long wide skirts, sweeping in, sweeping out, three dainty steps, and the music that plays; the little sparrows’ waltz.
We took a stroll down memory lane and by the end of the night we began to waltz under the stars of our past life. The days that were so sweet are now kept within the air.
Waltz down the glass strewn road
Barefooted and chin raised up high, forget the pains that ground you and fly.
Waltzing is really an misunderstood type of dance in my mind, I really have no idea how to do it or what it even looks like, when i think of it i just think of old people hanging out in suits at a ball or whatever.
I like the waltz, especially that it’s a dance, because I love to dance… ballroom dancing makes me think of Dancing With the Stars and So You Think You Can Dance. My dad loves Dancing with the Stars. I don’t really follow it but I am obsessed with SYTYCD!! I’m so glad that I can watch it.
We waltz around the earth, life is nothing but a learned dance that is changing at the speed of light. We grab the past, the future and the floor, hoping to stay, hoping to survive. But the world keeps spinning, the dance keeps going on.
i love the idea of the waltz, the idea of 3. trinity, and all that. triangle, delta, secure bridges and whatnot. And spinning around a room with a handsome man to 18th century music
We waltz around and fill our hearts with everything we wish to be. life is nothing but a learned dance. We spin in circles and change partners, we’re always moving, we are always grabbing. Grabbing at the past, grabbing at the future, grabbing at the floor hoping nothing changes.
They danced like they were the only two people in the room. They swayed and glided with all their might and held each other tight. They waltzed the night away on the boardwalk of Bombay.
My friend is learning to dance. I am learning with him. We do salsa, cha cha and struggle with the Argentine tango. One day a piece of music played and I asked him what it was. He said ‘it’s a waltz and I was happy, before I just thought that the waltz was an old-fashioned dance and for fogies. Now I am older and probably considered a fogie by the younger set. But my heart was light at the thought that the music could sweep me away.
The cavernous room was glittering in the candlelight, and only the swaying of a single couple could be heard echoing in the room.
“So, you know how to waltz then, I gather?” she asked, smirking slightly.
My white cells and my red ones, together in the moonlight of dying flesh. Or maybe they were in the sunlight of the blade’s refelction? I am so unsure as of right now. But what I do is that it was a glorious dance, a nice slow waltzm and it may never happen again.
A single waltz under the starless sky reveals the emptiness beneath, the shadows that are underneath every forced smile, every second of unloved misery that looks like shiny perfection on the surface, but is just as flighty, as meaningless, as hollow as the dance itself.
When I watched the elegant girl in a blue gown clasp the hand of the man in the splendid tuxedo, my eyes glazed over. I thought for a long time thtat being elegant, and perfect, was the only way for a woman to be beautiful.
Thank you, world, for proving me wrong.
i LEARNED TO WALTZ WHEN I WAS 6 OR 7.
i’ve been dancing my whole life, and my first play with an older character’s love scene made me fall in love with and learn to waltz. I soon learned that i was not quite a waltzing kind of girl.