
The Dance The music begins and I take his hand. Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out, But I don’t know the steps. My movements are clumsy as he spins me.
He holds me close, protecting me. Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out, But I don’t know the steps. We make new ones as he spins me.
I relax, losing my thoughts to the music. Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out, But I don’t know the steps. My feet begin to feel the music as he spins me.
The magic is flowing and the dance progresses. Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out, And the steps don’t matter anymore, The dance is unique to just me and him. The Dance by ~dinky-snyper
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The tangled web of ChaosFor every word, there is a meaning. It just has to be found. For every action there is a reason. It just has to be seen. For every emotion there is a cause. It just has to be shown. These circles within circles, How do I escape them? These questions within questions, How do I answer them? My words, actions, emotions are caught, Up in a tangled web of chaos. Somebody show me the way out, Somebody help me escape, Somebody help me understand, So that I won't be suffocated, In the tangled web of chaos. The tangled web of Chaos by ~dinky-snyper
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Save meMy broken body heals in your steady gaze. Flowing through me, around me, you save me. You became my life, my whole life. I look at you, I see you.
Blinded in a wide eyed stare, how to break free. But do I want to, I feel alive. My love flows deep, deep through my veins. The fire burns through my heart, my life.
Freedom you promised, in that single look. But I want more, I want you. Please help me, you saved me. How can I ever repay you?
You are now and forever my love. A single look gave me the strength. You gave me the strength. I see you, I feel you. Save me again. Save me by ~dinky-snyper
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A Farewell to the Mosquito that Eats at My Heart1. Do svidanya
Underbrush sprouts only in spring but I have felt in my heart familiar new-bud prickles, and feared your hemlock heart.
It is still winter, dear who will only ever be a fleeting deer. In hunting-season, you were a fleet and antler-crowned hart.
Winter is another kind of desert, white like feathers, not for weddings—tree-boned fingers make only cages for hearts.
I try to imagine snow as dandelion tufts, try to picture you like linden blooms upon my eyelashes, upon my muddy heart.
But neither of us is so gentle, deer, and it is the deadly winter that will poison us, that white-washes our fleet-footed hearts.
Pretty is A Farewell to the Mosquito that Eats at My Heart by =AzizrianDaoXrak
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Offering Dax bent her head over the tiny dancing flames in her palm, trying to absorb every lick of heat she possibly could. The tongues of fire were small and weak, flickering on the edge of extinction, but she kept them alive through the sheer power of her will.
A particularly cold gust of wind caught her by surprise, breaking her concentration. With a hiss, the flames went out.
“No!” Dax half-shouted, half-groaned. She snapped her fingers, but they didn’t spark. She tried again, desperate for some warmth, but it was hopeless. Between her frustration and the cold, it just wasn’t going to happen.
She ran a hand through her Offering by =Ambiguous-Catharsis
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Mists of Luetalse I was raised to know each slope and crevice of my island, to understand its movements and temperaments. I have bordered the entire circle of rock more than once, getting to know my home as if it were the visage of a close sibling.
My father first took me on the thirty-day journey when I was very young, in the early spring, describing the land as though we were birds in the sky, as I ravenously absorbed the scenery, drawing each detail on a mental map. At that time, our island, which is really the head of a dormant volcano, Mt. Luetalse surrounded by sulfured water, was still half submerged in the surplus of melted ice and scuttled up the cli Mists of Luetalse by ~kamalaksh
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Dance of the (rainbow) white, rainbowBedecked in white, she came, Silent footsteps melted as she beckoned; 'To winter cometh thee' said she, And taunting, teasing uttered: 'Thou cans't resist me';
Come stay a while in my silent, calm and quiet woods, Come rest a while, lay your weary head upon my drifts; I'll crown thee with my flakes, Resplendent jewels of heaven made; And finest flutes of old oak trunks I'll play, Sing a mournful tune of old, with wolves for baritones And creaking of the branches, under heavy load, for rhythm;
Come Play my love, Your crown of fire dazzles me, even if it burns, Your fo Dance of the (rainbow) white, rainbow by ~ChildoftheBeat
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Nuclear FallThe world of man had passed; in his ignorance he'd died, Despite his expectations, though, nature would not subside An arrogant harvester, gave himself absolute worth Oh, but if only he could have heard dear Nature's mirth
Man's creations crumbled, his poison dissipated, Bodies beset by scavengers, pecked at, eviscerated, And nature's gentle cycles kept on spinning even still, The trees had leaves of amber once the air began to chill
For all of mankind's worry, Himself alone did he kill Nuclear Fall by ~Owari999
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Autumn SorrowStill dark water flows by, dotted by autumn leaves. The orange has faded, now, wilted, turned brown as the season has passed. Trees stretch their dark, naked arms towards the sky, praying for sunlight, for warmth, for life. But their prayers will go unheeded for months to come as snow and frost cover all in a thick, cold, soft blanket. The world stands at Winter's door.
Silent steps descend the stairs, the sound hidden by the mournful singing of the small river. Naked feet, red with cold, step on grey stone painted with frost. Dead, brown grass crunches and breaks as the person, dressed in robes of grey, kneels before the wailing statue by t Autumn Sorrow by ~Lizardhound
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gypsy.She was just twenty and only a girl, sharp like a knife, only a woman who knew the pen is not always mightier than a sword.
She brought her family with her in every fold of her sunset skirt, her careworn hands eager for a new world, the Roaring Twenties, even
the name called her, barefoot with a warrior's soul.
She held her sister's hand on a vast ship, tight, and never glanced back. She sailed the seas on her high cheekbones, dark-lashed eyes
that looked into mine years after the world heaved like Pangaea, after the names of her people had changed, she looked into my unfamiliar
green eyes and saw herself. gypsy. by =sunshinegypsy
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