God I miss you
My beautiful dancer. Your arcs and your bends, your sweeps, your jumps, the perfect way you see and feel the music in only a way I could barely dream about. I stand there in the unlit auditorium watching as you rehearse 'one more time to make sure you have it'. You've been there an hour already and everyone has left but you.
I watch you leap and bound across the stage as you dance, your soul absolutely bared to the barren audience. To me the moves seem thoughtless, the grace effortless, the lines perfect. But just like me, you have the curse. You question every measure of the song, every stanza of the poem. It's what drives me to bury myself in this fucking hole of heroin induced personification every time I step on stage. It's what drives you to the bottle of Adderall to stay up into the soulless hours of the night, then to the Vicodin to ease the pain of the stress fractures as your body gives out from underneath you.
My beautiful dancer, becoming every note of the song you dance to. Then denying yourself the satisfaction of art truly gifted from God. Denying yourself the pleasure of knowing that for the ninety seconds, or for the three and a half minutes you interact with something that could only be divine.
You see, when I sing my songs I move the people but you, my beautiful dancer. When you step foot on that stage as the scared, over analytical, self conscious girl I grew up with. The second the song starts you don't move the people, you reach past that and move the hearts of your audience
God I miss you.
My beautiful dancer
Author notes
...Yeah whatever
I don't even know why I did this one.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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EVERY LINE WAS FUKKIN BUEATYFUL!!!!
i adored this so much!!
it hits my sould brings back memoires and the flow
was stunning,lovely wortds my dear;
you have so great talent,
love lot's
-vanna
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hmm you should always have a reason XD NOT
This was alright.. More in the free write I think.
Fave part
My beautiful dancer, becoming every note of the song you dance to. Then denying yourself the satisfaction of art truly gifted from God. Denying yourself the pleasure of knowing that for the ninety seconds, or for the three and a half minutes you interact with something that could only be divine.
Keep rockin on babe.
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I absolutely love this. There's just something about it. I love the style and the feel of it.
"It's what drives you to the bottle of Adderall to stay up into the soulless hours of the night, then to the Vicodin to ease the pain of the stress fractures as your body gives out from underneath you."
^^^^^^^^^^ You know I can relate to that part way too well.
btw I've bookmarked this
I think it's amazing hun.
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Well even if you dont know why you did it I think its a awesome write with lots of emotion!!
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