By Tomorrow?
Learn it by tomorrow. Do you know how difficult that is to do. Have you seen how long it is And what she says too.
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Learn it by tomorrow. Do you know how difficult that is to do. Have you seen how long it is And what she says too.
#bored #slightlypissed I'm a pretend psychic, I'd pretend to read your palm I'd tell you what you want to hear its wrong but wheres the harm I pretend to see the spirits and pretend to see the...
Juggling a glass of water, It's easier than it sounds. The trick is not to catch the glass, But let no water hit the ground. Juggling two glasses of water, An exciting trick to see.
Nights out on a Thursday night, Oh they used to be great Down at the cross ways pub went on till really late.
Straight ram, no juice,. My brain, partly confused,. Lungs so loose,. Looking down to my shoes,. Free the laces and let loose,. Start the music,. Imagine the fast flight,. Past the moon,.
I spin and twirl Pirouette after pirouette I fouetté into a jump and reach for the nothingness in front of me The music is slow and steady, but strong My pointed feet brush against the floor My hair...
Stripping lines create circles, That seem to bulge and grow. The circus is in town They'll give you a good show. The evening is still young, And the sights are still unseen.
Drift through the daze, Of scattered years, Cold cobweb chairs, And hairspray tears. Dance through the air, Above the ground, Vibrating light, And flashing sound.
The ballerina takes one final gaze in the looking glass. In the dim, flickering bulbs that frame her mirror, her skin is silvery and shimmers like a fish.
#bored. I'm the best at air guitar, Ive managed to learn every chord. I often get it out, when I'm feeling quite bored. I can play any song and my guitar don't make a sound.
The curtain rises, the lights come up, It's time for me to be on. Charming the crowds, entertaining Until everyone has gone. Teasing, pleasing, encouraging, Sometimes tough as nails.
My heartbeat. That's the only sound in the dead silent auditorium. It feels as if everyone could hear my heart beating as I walked up, and griped the microphone.
Man on stage, oh, how you straddle the strings that hold me together. I am a guitar in your arms, a mic in your palm, a shuddering, tormented wreck - like a nerve exposed.
She got herself into a right old state. Visions of failure and embarrassment made them wait. She felt sick with mouth dry she could hardly speak. She was well rehearsed and practised for many weeks.
Stood like an inanimate swan. Curvaceous and smooth. With graceful fingers. You'll succumb to a subtle groove. The notes will hypnotise you. Shivers will tingle. Starting from within.
I was tossed into a green metal box, the floor was covered with straw, and the metal was covered in tiny little drilled holes. I growled slightly before I was injected with a dart that put me to...
#youngwritershousehold A tip of my toe, Is as simple as can be, Breathing gently, And very slowly. A raise of an arm, Maybe the other, Come on over, Let's dance forever.
#Youngwritershousehold Two elegant arms, Held above her head. She dances to the music, And the tears that are shed. Focused on her dream, She flies across the floor.
#youngwritershousehold Gentle hands are curved, Into a perfect rainbow, Toes pointed, frozen in time, My face is aglow.
#youngwritershousehold. Two red dots smeared on my lips,. White powder polishes my cheeks,. A pink tutu pulled up to my hips,. And my French perfume reeks,. My hair pulled tightly by a ring,.
Let's pretend that we are movie stars, Living the high life, Let's pretend we have all the nicest cars, Living the good life, Let's pretend we got discounts on everything we got, Living the chilled...
She sits in the window. With her ruby painted lips. Red light shining down. Swaying her voluptuous hips. Programmed to please. They stop and stare. Marvel at her sensuality.
Not once do you say a word. Not once do your soft lips part to utter a note. But in so many ways, you say more than I ever could. Inexpressible, yet so undeniable to me.
#Movement With a kick and a waggle of her stockinged leg. With a swish of her skirt up over her head. Spinning and twirling with frenzied delight. With bum in the air the humor is light.