Description: Kind of different from the feel of most of my stuff, but hey, I had to write. Tell me what you think.
My First High School Dance -------------------------------------------
OFF TO NEVER NEVERLAND
Lights flashin’
Girls crashin’
High heels’ll make em tall
But it’s hard to hop twice when you’re trying not to fall
With the DJ spinnin’
And all the bodies shakin’
When he tells us to stomp
The buildin’ gets to quakin’
This is a cult
This is a mob
This is a riot waiting to happen
Fueled by testosterone and estrogen
Hopped up by adrenaline when we’re told what to do
Throw your hands in the air
Wave em like ya don’t care
And if ya don’t clap
Just put on your cap
Rock your way back
And just do the snap
This is something I’ve avoided for years
I never walked close to these things
I wasn’t a wallflower who liked to tease a date with pleads of
“I don’t know how to dance”
And
“They’ll laugh at me”
I never even gave them the chance to drag me on the dance floor
I hid at home with books and decided I’m not the dancing type
I don’t have two left feet, I checked
I just hated the whole mob mentality to it all
But look where I’m at now
The music has already pierced my eardrum
With massively thick bass lines and YEAHs
I’m blind from glow sticks and rave lights
That seem to catch my eye as they fly right on by on the sly
And I can tell by how they dance
Some of these guys
Are getting lucky tonight
And I can tell by how they dance
Some of these girls
Don’t know they might be watched
And I can tell by how they dance
Some of these dancers
Are already drinking
But I only see this as I walk in
Because as she leads me into this sea of bumping and grinding
Where I’m the kind of guy who’d be fit to drown
And the beat finds its way up her curves
She moves
And I move
She turns
And I turn
And now I understand why she says
She likes the intimacy of dancing
And I can tell by her smile
She’s enjoying the fact I feel so awkward
A virgin who just had his dance cherry popped
Gyrating and holding each other
Like a bootlegged pirouette on repeat
I get lost in the moment
And I temporarily forget the feeling of not belonging here
Not at this dance where parents would kill their kids
Should they see the moves they’re using
But just with her
On the dance floor
Moving
My hands on her waist
Her hands on mine
As we move to the beat
In perfect time
The rap pounds hard
Blowin’ out of the speakers
And I’m figurin’ out how to move in these sneakers
Get lo
Get lo
Get lo
Get lo
Get low to da flo how lo can ya go
And I learned tonight
That I may be white
But there’s one thing that I know how to do right
Ands that’s how to get low
The words of the song merge into the beat
So she and I are left with nothing but our feet
So we ignore the others and move in sync
We just hold each other and move in sync
We just play the other and move in sync
We just know each other and move in sync
Its sweat and perfume
Her makeup is smudged
Hair soaked to the root
I give her a nudge
And she laughs
And moves her hips
She turns
And moves her lips
She leans
And gives a kiss
And whoo, I’m glad I came
Harder
Better
Faster
Stronger
Your stare froze me right into place
And so you made me harder
You got me to keep on going
And so you made me better
You never once tried to slow down
And so you made me faster
You gave me a good hard push
Thank you for making me stronger
And I’ve been rambling
What am I trying to say?
I hate dances
But I love dancing with you
this one makes me feel the music and the beat,
hear the song and tap my feet
feel the moves and the girl under my hand
the spins and twist...
it really built a picture of me being there in your shoes and no only seeing it but also experiencing it with you
basically in short it is a real and alive poem for me...
sorry that i have nothing constructive to say