Turning one page after another
Pressing through the night
In hopes to make life better
And soar to new heights
Search for the pennies
Jump over hurdles
Hold tight to the keys
Push through the muddle
Fight for the dreams
Hidden beneath the doubt
Hunt for the light’s beams
Rise up and shout
Every step has worth
Lose not faith
Bask in mirth
There is value in the wait
For at the end
Are the wings
Ready to take on wind
A Great Love Called Dance by RosesRain, literature
Literature
A Great Love Called Dance
I love one man. I have loved one girl, one boy, and cared for countless others over my brief years. One love that I have had far longer than any other love is the love of my art. Dance. I say that it is mine, but dance is possessed by no one. Dance is the possessor. The beauty, the strength, the sheer power of the movement that creates dance is enveloping. The impressions left behind are deep, and a connection that can never be severed is created. It latches on to the minds, hearts, and souls of so many hopefuls – to say the least.
When dance selects yet another love it is never upon first sight. Dance requires loyalty and demands disc
Twelve months passed
The pain still lingers
While my strength dwindles
As the memory draws,
Ever closer,
Closer to my heart
Farther from my mind
Farther from you,
Happy Birthday to you
My angel
My father
How I miss you
How I press on
From day to day
Month to month
With a smile
With a passion,
Falling
Trying
Fighting
To live life
To love life
With you in my heart,
With you by my side.
Twelve months gone,
Hundreds more.
If asked where you are from
I'd respond,
Heaven
For you
Are one of my greatest blessings.
You are kind and respectful
Caring and gentle
Funny and intelligent
Honest and patient
You listen and you try
With all your might
To understand me
To be your best
To be all you can
For me, for us.
I treasure you with all my heart
And cherish you with all my soul,
My love,
My one and only,
My husband to be.
The time has passed
The battle is done
The war no longer wages on
Our best man gone
Our spirits shattered
Why oh why
What have we done?
To feel such pain
I think I'm numb
As the cold wind beats
At my tear stained face
Come back!
I miss you!
I scream and I cry
When there is no hope,
Death has no cure
No shame, no heart
His eternal captor
An enigma to all
My enemy
Never will I forget
Nor will I forgive
This crime against my family
Against his dreams
The lesion left behind
Is abysmal
And entirely invisible
To all but us,
Why couldn't we win?
Why did we have to lose?
I want to talk
But it doesn't work
The words trapped in my throat
The sentiments locked in my fingers
Frozen
Unbreakable silence
Is it fear?
Perhaps anxiety
Inferiority.
Why?
I don't get it,
What comes next?
Unseen, as well as unheard
Lost to the depths
Of invisibleness
Forgotten and enraged
By the idiocy
The uncertainty
Of human emotion
And perception.
It's all one breath after the next
One foot after the other
Day followed by night
An endless circle or rhythm
So why must speech
A voice
An expression
Of one word after another,
So hard?
I itch for the dance
I crave the chance,
To lose myself
To escape my mind
My captor.
Hide behind the mask
Pretend I'm someone
Something
Anything
Other than me.
Wipe away the inhibitions
Tear apart the person
Whom you see,
Perceive to know
And unleash the creature within.
Just for one moment,
Live a different life
A life free
From the monster
Of hatred
Of disgust
Of fear
And live beyond myself.
Parting is such Sweet Sorrow by RosesRain, literature
Literature
Parting is such Sweet Sorrow
A little girl, in a pretty new black dress sat on a cold stone bench. Her eyes were softly shut, a pink lily was clasped in her hand, and her head was turned towards the sky. "I wish I could fly with you daddy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Someday I will, and you'll teach me," she paused and opened her eyes. "Just like how you taught me to tie my shoes, and add my numbers, and swing on a swing," the girl choked and began to cry. She did not sob, only tears fell from her brown-green eyes. She wiped her eyes with a large white handkerchief and looked up. Sitting across from her was an old man whose own eyes were wet. She o
I run
And
I run
How far can I,
Go?
It's catching up
Growing ever so
Closer.
My fear
My pain
My very own eyes,
Staring
At
Me.
Wide, gaunt, and scared.
I am breaking
Crumbling
Losing speed
Succumbing
To what had always
Been
Inevitable.
Tears
Anger
Longing
For the future,
That can never be
For the time lost,
That can never be gained
For the memories,
That will never exist.
The rush
The release
The raw emotion
Surrounding and captivating
My fragile body as I move
My heart pumping
My blood flowing
Music controlling me,
The marionette.
My body succumbed to it all
The pain
The loss
The loneliness.
I can no longer handle it
I allow myself to bend and break
As I fall to the floor
Get up and run
Leap, turn, and ultimately breathe
Burning my lungs
Strangling my body.
I do not own myself
I do not know myself
I am dancing and living till I die
Till the world explodes
Because dance is all I have
In this damned and empty world
Void of heart.
Turning one page after another
Pressing through the night
In hopes to make life better
And soar to new heights
Search for the pennies
Jump over hurdles
Hold tight to the keys
Push through the muddle
Fight for the dreams
Hidden beneath the doubt
Hunt for the light’s beams
Rise up and shout
Every step has worth
Lose not faith
Bask in mirth
There is value in the wait
For at the end
Are the wings
Ready to take on wind
A Great Love Called Dance by RosesRain, literature
Literature
A Great Love Called Dance
I love one man. I have loved one girl, one boy, and cared for countless others over my brief years. One love that I have had far longer than any other love is the love of my art. Dance. I say that it is mine, but dance is possessed by no one. Dance is the possessor. The beauty, the strength, the sheer power of the movement that creates dance is enveloping. The impressions left behind are deep, and a connection that can never be severed is created. It latches on to the minds, hearts, and souls of so many hopefuls – to say the least.
When dance selects yet another love it is never upon first sight. Dance requires loyalty and demands disc
Twelve months passed
The pain still lingers
While my strength dwindles
As the memory draws,
Ever closer,
Closer to my heart
Farther from my mind
Farther from you,
Happy Birthday to you
My angel
My father
How I miss you
How I press on
From day to day
Month to month
With a smile
With a passion,
Falling
Trying
Fighting
To live life
To love life
With you in my heart,
With you by my side.
Twelve months gone,
Hundreds more.
If asked where you are from
I'd respond,
Heaven
For you
Are one of my greatest blessings.
You are kind and respectful
Caring and gentle
Funny and intelligent
Honest and patient
You listen and you try
With all your might
To understand me
To be your best
To be all you can
For me, for us.
I treasure you with all my heart
And cherish you with all my soul,
My love,
My one and only,
My husband to be.
The time has passed
The battle is done
The war no longer wages on
Our best man gone
Our spirits shattered
Why oh why
What have we done?
To feel such pain
I think I'm numb
As the cold wind beats
At my tear stained face
Come back!
I miss you!
I scream and I cry
When there is no hope,
Death has no cure
No shame, no heart
His eternal captor
An enigma to all
My enemy
Never will I forget
Nor will I forgive
This crime against my family
Against his dreams
The lesion left behind
Is abysmal
And entirely invisible
To all but us,
Why couldn't we win?
Why did we have to lose?
I want to talk
But it doesn't work
The words trapped in my throat
The sentiments locked in my fingers
Frozen
Unbreakable silence
Is it fear?
Perhaps anxiety
Inferiority.
Why?
I don't get it,
What comes next?
Unseen, as well as unheard
Lost to the depths
Of invisibleness
Forgotten and enraged
By the idiocy
The uncertainty
Of human emotion
And perception.
It's all one breath after the next
One foot after the other
Day followed by night
An endless circle or rhythm
So why must speech
A voice
An expression
Of one word after another,
So hard?
I itch for the dance
I crave the chance,
To lose myself
To escape my mind
My captor.
Hide behind the mask
Pretend I'm someone
Something
Anything
Other than me.
Wipe away the inhibitions
Tear apart the person
Whom you see,
Perceive to know
And unleash the creature within.
Just for one moment,
Live a different life
A life free
From the monster
Of hatred
Of disgust
Of fear
And live beyond myself.
Parting is such Sweet Sorrow by RosesRain, literature
Literature
Parting is such Sweet Sorrow
A little girl, in a pretty new black dress sat on a cold stone bench. Her eyes were softly shut, a pink lily was clasped in her hand, and her head was turned towards the sky. "I wish I could fly with you daddy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "Someday I will, and you'll teach me," she paused and opened her eyes. "Just like how you taught me to tie my shoes, and add my numbers, and swing on a swing," the girl choked and began to cry. She did not sob, only tears fell from her brown-green eyes. She wiped her eyes with a large white handkerchief and looked up. Sitting across from her was an old man whose own eyes were wet. She o
I run
And
I run
How far can I,
Go?
It's catching up
Growing ever so
Closer.
My fear
My pain
My very own eyes,
Staring
At
Me.
Wide, gaunt, and scared.
I am breaking
Crumbling
Losing speed
Succumbing
To what had always
Been
Inevitable.
Tears
Anger
Longing
For the future,
That can never be
For the time lost,
That can never be gained
For the memories,
That will never exist.
The rush
The release
The raw emotion
Surrounding and captivating
My fragile body as I move
My heart pumping
My blood flowing
Music controlling me,
The marionette.
My body succumbed to it all
The pain
The loss
The loneliness.
I can no longer handle it
I allow myself to bend and break
As I fall to the floor
Get up and run
Leap, turn, and ultimately breathe
Burning my lungs
Strangling my body.
I do not own myself
I do not know myself
I am dancing and living till I die
Till the world explodes
Because dance is all I have
In this damned and empty world
Void of heart.
I honestly do not know if this is the proper venue for this, but I'm doing it anyway. A friend of mine from college was selected to go to San Fransisco to present an academic work. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. She needs help funding her trip and if you can't help if you could share her story that would be so wonderful! I encourage you to read her story, allow her to touch your heart as she has touched mine. She has overcome so much and she isn't done yet. Time is running out.
http://www.gofundme.com/9qsj6o
College has been consuming my time and I have been having too many computer problems as of 2011. So no, I am not dead but I am pretty darn close. My life is busy and I'm going to try to keep more consistent with posts and stuff. I also send out many apologies to the deviants that I love and watch for my neglect >.< my life has turned a but upside down in the past couple of months and I'm a bit of a lazy bum. Yay being a student without a life. lol. I hope you all are well and enjoying the summer.
Rose
I currently have a lot of works in progress, so I'm going to try and update or finish those in the coming months, but we'll see. I soon will have to worry about college work and such. That's not bad tho cause I'm here to do what I love: dance.
Hey want a feature? well... just 5 and you can have one just send me the points , i will pick 3 of my fave pics in your gallery P.S. it is an extra 3 for 3 more features of your pictures also if you draw me a gift i will give you 10 features!