Wednesday 20 March 2013

Dance.

Hey guys! I wrote this poem about two years ago after watching a lot of So You Think You Can Dance episodes, lol. I love to dance and I hope you all can take some time out to dance today. In the meantime, enjoy this poem. :)




We dance for we lack the words to express our emotions.
We dance for our speech's capability fails us.

We dance for the stillness in our heart burns us, and we find no better escape.
We dance for it fills our heart with immeasurable dynamic joy.
Joy even we cannot explain.

We dance for it brings a certain light to our souls.
To our minds.
A light so bright it blinds us all.

We dance for the blindness is pleasant.
In it we explore the darkness.
Darkness tinted with grace.

We dance for it gives a fulfilled feeling nothing else can bring.
We dance for its the best we can expand our playfulness.
We dance for it lets us release our attitude.

We dance for it breaks the invisible shackles we have been caged in.
We dance for it lets us utilise our freedom.
Lets us taste this new flavor.
And only we have dominion in this new world we have created.

We dance for it lets us escape our clumsiness.
Allows us create an effortless poise.
So natural, it becomes real.

We dance for in it we find solace.
For in it we cannot be discriminated.
Not by our race, nor by our accent.
For in this world, we are part of the puzzle.

We dance for it lets us explore.
Lets us express.
Joy.
Love.
Anger.
Despair.
The ineffable emotions we cannot utter.
We pronounce in the language of dance.
For even illiteracy cannot hold us back.

We dance for it takes us beyond.
Beyond the ordinary.
Beyond what you see.
Beyond what you could ever imagine.

For dance supersedes just an art.
It is a spirit that takes over us as we move.
And the movement of our feet develops a new symphony in our hearts.

Unfamiliar.

Hey! I like to explain a little bit of what inspired a write up before sharing it. So this was basically inspired by a short story I read recently about a girl that was in love with someone too old for her. I hope you like it :)



I was 15, he was 29.
Our love was strange.
Like cracks in an hour glass.
Our love was loud.
Like the beat of frenzied drums.
Our love was silent.
Like the sound of dancers as their feet grace the tiles.
Our love was aggressive.
Belligerent.
Stiff as a deep rooted tree.
Our love was kind.
Mellow.
Secret.
Shame.
Our love was servile.
I was servile.
Our love was speechless clenched fists,
Fighting our insides.
Fighting my insides.
Our love was intense.
Our love was bad words.
Curled toes.
Crossed legs.
Bitten lips.
Sore eyes.

I was 15 and he was 29.
And we kissed for the first time 8 days to valentine's.
My back against the rough barks of an Iroko tree in his compound.
The moon shining a little too dim.
Blurring the features of his face.
I was intoxicated.
By the scent of mint in his breath.
The cologne on the side of his neck.
The grip of his arms around my waist.
The pierce of his eyes into mine.
I turned away too late.
His lips were already on mine.
Seducing me, melting my lips like rain on snow.
Making it hard to think.
Or do.
It was unfamiliar.


Our love was unfamiliar.