waltz is a dance isn’t it? maybe it’s a watch, I’m not sure but it’s a cool word all together. Maybe it could be my future last name. Helen Waltz or Shemicka Waltz. Cool word the way it doesn’t just roll out of your mouth. Waltz…. slow waltz fast waltz.
HM
waltz is a dance isn’t it? maybe it’s a watch, I’m not sure but it’s a cool word all together. Maybe it could be my future last name. Helen Waltz or Shemicka Waltz. Cool word the way it doesn’t just roll out of your mouth. Waltz…. slow waltz fast waltz.
Helen Martinez
waltz… a beautiful dance. someday we will create our own set of moves to rock the world and change things to our liking… the waltz is an age-old dance that allows for fluid movement and expression… Dance with me. now.
Amber
waltz! i have always wanted to take some sort of dance class. i could get in shape, have fun, and learn a neat little skill. i’ve never wanted to waltz though… i was always more interested in swing dancing. then one of my exes told me he had taken swing dancing lessons with this girl i absolutely hated, a girl he had been all in love with before he met me. i decided i didn’t want to take lessons anymore, at least not with him.
Samm
When we dance I feel you hands gracefully caress my shoulders like lace, we fall in love on the dancefloor and die absolutely. Like champane swiling in a long fluted crystal glass, we spiral left to right,
Kenji
The way her hair fell down her shoulders, like a cascading waterfall of gold in the moonlight, is what I remember most about the first time I danced with my mother. I was 12 years old. She smelled like Dove soap.
Kelsey
i skipped my senior prom so that i could get high in the back of your truck, and my skin was so naked against the steel that when your fingertips touched my shoulder i could feel the heat sparking between us. your lips tasted like the first day of summer; liquor and flame that tampered with my sensitive flesh and made me forget that i was one day going to die (with or without you).
lafcadio
when i was with ed we waltzed we waltzed in the dark in the middle of a street in the light of a streetlamp and he told me i was beautiful and i told him i was in love with the stars and he said he was in love with me, but i never saw it, i never did, until it was too late, and the waltz was over. it was too late and we never waltzed again.
marie
The old man wrapped his wrinkled fingers around the old woman’s hips; where were old and smooth and wrinkles and curvy and, oh so beautiful. He held her closer and tighter and felt the breath that was, now, more than familiar. That very breath had been the bain of his existence…
Chelsea
I’ve always wanted to learn to waltz…It’s such an elegant dance….I imagine that my future husband knows how to waltz. We would waltz at our wedding. He’s going to be handsome…….
Emily
He waltzed alone in the dark moonlight, recalling the times long ago when they used to dance.
Before her death.
Now he was alone, but his memories kept him alive. The question was, did he still desire to be?
intheend
I came into the room, but not just like any man, because I could waltz. All eyes were upon me as I pretended to trip over my feet, but yet somehow did not..
Rick Nichols
waltzing is very confusing, why on earth was dancing created? it’s extremely pointless. to be honest though i sometimes wish i could dance. i took a dance class with my girlfriend one time. i failed misserably and got really frustrated. oh well, i gues that’s how the cookie crumbles!
matt
LeeThis is what I live for. The joyful monotony. The flow of the crowd. You won’t stand out. You won’t be alone, in the crowd. The gentle light plays with the diamonds in my ears. One, Two, Three. I can feel the pulse, It gives me new life.
Leela
Dancing to a 3/4 count, the couple glides across the floor. Her dress swirls around their ankles as he guides them in circles and spins. Their dress, impeccable. Their art, flawless.
Caroline I.
This is what I live for. The joyful monotony. The flow of the crowd. You won’t stand out. You won’t be alone, in the crowd. The gentle light plays with the diamonds in my ears. One, Two, Three. I can feel the pulse, It gives me new life.
Emmy
Athletic support
Danny
Ah yes, once upon a time, in a country swing club outside of Denver, a girl and I danced the waltz.
C
The flowers you gave me rot in the vase. I hope they never die, but still “what goes up must come down”. I never knew the rythym would consume me so completely. I never want to stop.
Isabeau
We do it at weddings, and everywhere else. I can’t think of a situation where we don’t dance hand in hand to a beat as timeless as sand. I wish the dance would stop, sometimes at least, but it never does.
nat
she danced through the open room, her dress flowing from side to side.
the people talked, subtle sounds coming from each corner of the room.
the crystals on the chandelier sent light patternt across the wood floor.
she laughed, revealing a wide white smile.
sarah
Dancing it time , grass, through the flowers, floating out of time, over the others, 1 2 3 4, in circles, over and over again, don’t stop.
Emily
One, two, three; one, two, three. Everybody knows the rythym, around and around; everybody knows how time seems to stop, how an empty room fills, and how sadness disappears at the sound of the music. Only if there’s someone to waltz with.
hannie
Dancing across the ballroom floor, her eyes glisten reflecting the lights of the camera flashes and candles all around her. As her new companion holds her in his strong embrace, her tears of happiness slowly roll down her face.
Alex
we waltzed a brittle waltz. handled gently, delicately, like using chopsticks on rice, or assembling a watched. but the timing was a well-formed error, and each drop on three fell off beat.
Kevin
is a sensual type of music where people dance in partners in a romantic night.
Mary
I glide and sway with my long train bunched up in my hand. I cling to the shoulder of my partner even though I am only supposed to rest my hand on his shoulder and we spin away across the floor.
Hannah
Scientists at Cambridge have discovered that freshwater algae can form stable groupings in which they dance around each other, resembling forms like the minuet and the WALTZ.
z0t!
i used to want to learn how to waltz, but i never got around to actually taking lessons. this year at least hurrah, we’re gonna learn how to do a variety of formal dances and the waltz is almost guaranteed to be one of them. I hope that i win the dance competition w/ my partner.
Allen
She grabbed the broom from the kitchen closet and began to sweep the floor. Of course, she was never one to be boring, and after a few moments she grew tired of the old broom-and-dustpan routine, and decided to have a bit of fun. So, she began to waltz around the room, in big sweeping motions, and after only a few minutes, it was clean. With a satisfied sigh, she returned the broom and walked over to the cabinets to begin dusting.
Jesse B.
dancing romance, old movies, cute guys, fancy dresses, the sound of music, next semester, ballrooms, anastasia, elegance, huge dresses, cinderella, violins, ties,
Kira
When I was young there was a hall at the end of my street. We’d dance and dance and dance there, and then eat traditional polish food all night. It was magical. And now the tango…
Adam
i have never danced a waltz. i wouldn’t have a clue to where to even begin. after 2 seasons of so you can think you can dance i have found myself wanting to though. the flow across the floor, the grip your partner has on you… it all seem so hot.
jen
When I was little I wanted to learn how to waltz. I’m not really sure why. I wasn’t the most graceful person and coordination was not my friend. But, I thought the waltz was something truly beautiful that I could partake in. I guess maybe I believed that by doing something beautiful, I could become beautiful myself.
Cindy
circles and circles,
hand in hand,
apart we are,
together we’re not;
tell me when the shrieking stops.
in black and white,
your cold attire,
I wish for memories of old;
warm smiles and eyes and soft your touch…
it can’t be.
Josh Miller
I took my lady to a dance. There we waltzed about the room, experiencing nothing but joy. After we finished our dance, we made sweet, sweet love.
GDanger
I waltz around the room, as if I was a dancer in a dark room. Waltz is the name of a dance that I cannot do, but who knew.
They waltzed up and down the streets with roses in their teeth, dancing cheek to cheek….
red roses and bare skin
Amanda
I don;t know how to waltz. I think if I lived in a different time I would and I would love it. Sometimes I think I am living in the wrong moment in time.
ROBIN
She stared into his eyes and he stared back.
They both wondered what lied in their pasts. What they had done. What they had seen. But they just danced for now. Intimacy would come later.
waltz is a dance isn’t it? maybe it’s a watch, I’m not sure but it’s a cool word all together. Maybe it could be my future last name. Helen Waltz or Shemicka Waltz. Cool word the way it doesn’t just roll out of your mouth. Waltz…. slow waltz fast waltz.
waltz is a dance isn’t it? maybe it’s a watch, I’m not sure but it’s a cool word all together. Maybe it could be my future last name. Helen Waltz or Shemicka Waltz. Cool word the way it doesn’t just roll out of your mouth. Waltz…. slow waltz fast waltz.
waltz… a beautiful dance. someday we will create our own set of moves to rock the world and change things to our liking… the waltz is an age-old dance that allows for fluid movement and expression… Dance with me. now.
waltz! i have always wanted to take some sort of dance class. i could get in shape, have fun, and learn a neat little skill. i’ve never wanted to waltz though… i was always more interested in swing dancing. then one of my exes told me he had taken swing dancing lessons with this girl i absolutely hated, a girl he had been all in love with before he met me. i decided i didn’t want to take lessons anymore, at least not with him.
When we dance I feel you hands gracefully caress my shoulders like lace, we fall in love on the dancefloor and die absolutely. Like champane swiling in a long fluted crystal glass, we spiral left to right,
The way her hair fell down her shoulders, like a cascading waterfall of gold in the moonlight, is what I remember most about the first time I danced with my mother. I was 12 years old. She smelled like Dove soap.
i skipped my senior prom so that i could get high in the back of your truck, and my skin was so naked against the steel that when your fingertips touched my shoulder i could feel the heat sparking between us. your lips tasted like the first day of summer; liquor and flame that tampered with my sensitive flesh and made me forget that i was one day going to die (with or without you).
when i was with ed we waltzed we waltzed in the dark in the middle of a street in the light of a streetlamp and he told me i was beautiful and i told him i was in love with the stars and he said he was in love with me, but i never saw it, i never did, until it was too late, and the waltz was over. it was too late and we never waltzed again.
The old man wrapped his wrinkled fingers around the old woman’s hips; where were old and smooth and wrinkles and curvy and, oh so beautiful. He held her closer and tighter and felt the breath that was, now, more than familiar. That very breath had been the bain of his existence…
I’ve always wanted to learn to waltz…It’s such an elegant dance….I imagine that my future husband knows how to waltz. We would waltz at our wedding. He’s going to be handsome…….
He waltzed alone in the dark moonlight, recalling the times long ago when they used to dance.
Before her death.
Now he was alone, but his memories kept him alive. The question was, did he still desire to be?
I came into the room, but not just like any man, because I could waltz. All eyes were upon me as I pretended to trip over my feet, but yet somehow did not..
waltzing is very confusing, why on earth was dancing created? it’s extremely pointless. to be honest though i sometimes wish i could dance. i took a dance class with my girlfriend one time. i failed misserably and got really frustrated. oh well, i gues that’s how the cookie crumbles!
LeeThis is what I live for. The joyful monotony. The flow of the crowd. You won’t stand out. You won’t be alone, in the crowd. The gentle light plays with the diamonds in my ears. One, Two, Three. I can feel the pulse, It gives me new life.
Dancing to a 3/4 count, the couple glides across the floor. Her dress swirls around their ankles as he guides them in circles and spins. Their dress, impeccable. Their art, flawless.
This is what I live for. The joyful monotony. The flow of the crowd. You won’t stand out. You won’t be alone, in the crowd. The gentle light plays with the diamonds in my ears. One, Two, Three. I can feel the pulse, It gives me new life.
Athletic support
Ah yes, once upon a time, in a country swing club outside of Denver, a girl and I danced the waltz.
The flowers you gave me rot in the vase. I hope they never die, but still “what goes up must come down”. I never knew the rythym would consume me so completely. I never want to stop.
We do it at weddings, and everywhere else. I can’t think of a situation where we don’t dance hand in hand to a beat as timeless as sand. I wish the dance would stop, sometimes at least, but it never does.
she danced through the open room, her dress flowing from side to side.
the people talked, subtle sounds coming from each corner of the room.
the crystals on the chandelier sent light patternt across the wood floor.
she laughed, revealing a wide white smile.
Dancing it time , grass, through the flowers, floating out of time, over the others, 1 2 3 4, in circles, over and over again, don’t stop.
One, two, three; one, two, three. Everybody knows the rythym, around and around; everybody knows how time seems to stop, how an empty room fills, and how sadness disappears at the sound of the music. Only if there’s someone to waltz with.
Dancing across the ballroom floor, her eyes glisten reflecting the lights of the camera flashes and candles all around her. As her new companion holds her in his strong embrace, her tears of happiness slowly roll down her face.
we waltzed a brittle waltz. handled gently, delicately, like using chopsticks on rice, or assembling a watched. but the timing was a well-formed error, and each drop on three fell off beat.
is a sensual type of music where people dance in partners in a romantic night.
I glide and sway with my long train bunched up in my hand. I cling to the shoulder of my partner even though I am only supposed to rest my hand on his shoulder and we spin away across the floor.
Scientists at Cambridge have discovered that freshwater algae can form stable groupings in which they dance around each other, resembling forms like the minuet and the WALTZ.
i used to want to learn how to waltz, but i never got around to actually taking lessons. this year at least hurrah, we’re gonna learn how to do a variety of formal dances and the waltz is almost guaranteed to be one of them. I hope that i win the dance competition w/ my partner.
She grabbed the broom from the kitchen closet and began to sweep the floor. Of course, she was never one to be boring, and after a few moments she grew tired of the old broom-and-dustpan routine, and decided to have a bit of fun. So, she began to waltz around the room, in big sweeping motions, and after only a few minutes, it was clean. With a satisfied sigh, she returned the broom and walked over to the cabinets to begin dusting.
dancing romance, old movies, cute guys, fancy dresses, the sound of music, next semester, ballrooms, anastasia, elegance, huge dresses, cinderella, violins, ties,
When I was young there was a hall at the end of my street. We’d dance and dance and dance there, and then eat traditional polish food all night. It was magical. And now the tango…
i have never danced a waltz. i wouldn’t have a clue to where to even begin. after 2 seasons of so you can think you can dance i have found myself wanting to though. the flow across the floor, the grip your partner has on you… it all seem so hot.
When I was little I wanted to learn how to waltz. I’m not really sure why. I wasn’t the most graceful person and coordination was not my friend. But, I thought the waltz was something truly beautiful that I could partake in. I guess maybe I believed that by doing something beautiful, I could become beautiful myself.
circles and circles,
hand in hand,
apart we are,
together we’re not;
tell me when the shrieking stops.
in black and white,
your cold attire,
I wish for memories of old;
warm smiles and eyes and soft your touch…
it can’t be.
I took my lady to a dance. There we waltzed about the room, experiencing nothing but joy. After we finished our dance, we made sweet, sweet love.
I waltz around the room, as if I was a dancer in a dark room. Waltz is the name of a dance that I cannot do, but who knew.
They waltzed up and down the streets with roses in their teeth, dancing cheek to cheek….
red roses and bare skin
I don;t know how to waltz. I think if I lived in a different time I would and I would love it. Sometimes I think I am living in the wrong moment in time.
She stared into his eyes and he stared back.
They both wondered what lied in their pasts. What they had done. What they had seen. But they just danced for now. Intimacy would come later.
Hatey is not a mad man. Hatey is very handsome