Dancing does for me
What drugs cannot achieve
That’s because of the beat
Beyond what one can conceive
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Dancing leads me to places
I love to explore in my mind
It touches all the bases
Especially letting me unwind
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And you can’t dance without music
It’s made to evoke emotion
For it’s very therapeutic
Combined to feel like an explosion
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Maybe I need it to be whole
Maybe it’s to keep me sane
All I know is it has a soul
And provides a lot of gain
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To have rhythm and beats
That feel like thunder
Rocking your feet
Creating your own wonder
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Getting down with my very own touch
But you will not catch me dancing much
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About the Creator
DMTakeshi
DMTakeshi has zero credentials and these poems have a high probability that they are the ramblings of a person with a serious mental illness. Enjoy!
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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