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She dances in abandoned ballrooms decorated with dusty chandeliers and cobwebbed draperies. Ancient hotel floorboards creak music as she sweeps over them, creating designs in the dirt. Her arms paint pictures in the lukewarm air as her lips form words… songs without melodies.
Writing ballads through the night, she extends her legs and her dreams into the hope that one day someone might ask her name. She haunts the grand staircases and walks down faded red carpet, her eyes alight with stardom that she may never obtain.
Crystal baubles hang from cracked chandeliers and specks of shine glow through the layers of dust and soot that has gathered over years of lost memories and “should’ve beens”.
Long brown lashes kiss high elegant cheekbones as she bows to an imaginary audience that makes nobles and kings out of spiders and June bugs.
A swirling pirouette executed with diamond cut precision, a gracefully proffered hand that is smooth like porcelain, a fragile strength.
Clouds of dust stars coat the air that smells of musty books and rotten wood, but the old ballroom is her palace. Transformations of the imagination occur, and the hotel becomes vibrant in flowered wallpapers and shimmering candlelight.
A gentle smile pulls an upward curve out of pink frosted lips that breathe tiny clouds of frozen air, exhaling perseverance.
Cracked ivory keys lie still in the mahogany arms of a long silent piano. But there is music in the silence that fills the room with concertos and I-want-to-live-again that she dances to.
A final step, a gracious bow with arms outstretched to receive the applause from the cracked paint walls with their torn wallpaper ball gowns. The kings and nobles that parade across the floor on spindly legs pause in their work to acknowledge the presence of the beautiful dancer.
The air is still, and the performance has ended.
Literature
The Mask
There's one thing about me,
you never will guess,
Unless I wish to tell you,
which, right now, is a yes.
You see, I've been hiding,
something from you,
And I figured it was time,
to spit out what's true.
For as long as I,
can remember,
Starting way back,
in a younger December,
I've worn a mask,
and it's quite perfect,
Over the years,
I've learned to collect,
My feelings inside,
this bottled self,
And store them away,
on the highest shelf.
So, all you can see,
and all you can hurt,
Is only a piece of me,
meant to divert,
The pain and suffering,
I fear will come,
If I make a wrong move,
if I start to succumb,
To the
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Masquerade
Enter in the masquerade
And let your senses be betrayed
Let it swell from deep inside
And give in to your darker side
Let it soak into your skin,
Let it pull you, take you in.
Like a lover's sweet caress,
There one moment, gone the next.
Let all your inhibitions fly,
And if it hurts you, please don't cry.
For we've no room for sorrows here,
And heat will soon replace your fear.
Hold close this madness, and this dark.
Feel inside you, there's a spark.
Ignite it! Set your soul afire,
This ancient want, this strong desire.
In this place where lies are sold,
There is more truth than you can hold.
So let it take you, spin and dan
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On Becoming A Woman
I want...
to wail out the blues
draped in red silk
I want…
to collect writers and musicians
wrap them round bed posts,
breathe in their essence,
trace lonely hearts with bitter tongues
and have artists paint lives over humming flesh
I want…
to be an asshole
to not care
I want…
to indulge wickedness,
drown in sin
shoot long shots of debauchery
and come out purer for the experience
I want…
to have my heart broken
by a man worthy of my tears
I want…
to be desired by angels
while desiring only the devilish within them
un-tempered by reason or self doubt
and laugh in the face of judgement
I w
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Okay soooo I'm really, really happy with this one. I have absolutely no idea where it came from, and I'm not a dancer, but I felt that this could be interpreted in many different ways.
What do the dancer and abandoned hotel ballroom symbolize? There is no true answer, but can be made truthful by your own interpretation.
-Eeferz
What do the dancer and abandoned hotel ballroom symbolize? There is no true answer, but can be made truthful by your own interpretation.
-Eeferz
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Stunning, amazing, beautiful, stupendous, these are all words that describe this writing. I am a dancer and this hit home. Simply beautiful