So I love beginning things with so.
I posted a poem in the poetry group so I though I might as well post it here too - It is a poem that I wrote some time ago about my inability to dance, true story - actually I'm getting better but still not in a conventional sense.
It is called
A Night at the Discotheque
Let the dance festivale begin
And you move in time to the music
and I move out of time to the music
I kid - syncopate - but really I can't
keep time by my side,
Just like you.
These awkward movements are only
exaggerated by tempo and tip-toes
and feet that wont leave the ground.
And the music moves you, and you look so good.
The eyes, that I feel on me, weigh me down
My legs, like lead, pin me to the spot
I stop.
"I'll be back in a sec."
And I leave you.
And you look so good.
And I look so un...ungood.
And the stem?
The pressure of being watched.
It's like the eyes of the world will judge me:
"You stand accused of dancing badly - how do you plead?"
"Unco-ordinated, your Honour"
And then there are moments in which I let go
and I have fun
and I enjoy it
and I feel liberated
and then,
like a sobering slap:
"Hey why do you dance like a dickhead?"
And I say:
"I'll be back in a sec."
And you look so good.
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Hope all you randimos enjoyed such things and hope you all have a mad radical new year celebration.
I posted a poem in the poetry group so I though I might as well post it here too - It is a poem that I wrote some time ago about my inability to dance, true story - actually I'm getting better but still not in a conventional sense.
It is called
A Night at the Discotheque
Let the dance festivale begin
And you move in time to the music
and I move out of time to the music
I kid - syncopate - but really I can't
keep time by my side,
Just like you.
These awkward movements are only
exaggerated by tempo and tip-toes
and feet that wont leave the ground.
And the music moves you, and you look so good.
The eyes, that I feel on me, weigh me down
My legs, like lead, pin me to the spot
I stop.
"I'll be back in a sec."
And I leave you.
And you look so good.
And I look so un...ungood.
And the stem?
The pressure of being watched.
It's like the eyes of the world will judge me:
"You stand accused of dancing badly - how do you plead?"
"Unco-ordinated, your Honour"
And then there are moments in which I let go
and I have fun
and I enjoy it
and I feel liberated
and then,
like a sobering slap:
"Hey why do you dance like a dickhead?"
And I say:
"I'll be back in a sec."
And you look so good.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hope all you randimos enjoyed such things and hope you all have a mad radical new year celebration.
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Kick ass
actually i came here to get away from montreal's mean winters. the summer is fantastic, but the cold is bloody cold.
i worked in retail through the xmas season this year, and although we didn't have a lot of festive decorations or music at this particular shop, we did have a lot of crazy people looking for a good deal. that made me dislike sales more than xmas.
this xmas was probably the best one i've had- i wasn't overly saturated with xmas things, i wasn't freezing my ass off, and i wasn't with my family.