the waltz. i miss dancing with him. we were so close. so in love. but it was just summer love. around came august, and it’s like i didn’t exist. oh well, it was amazing while it lasted. i just can’t help but think of him.
I learned the waltz for a quince once. Cole Stapp was my dancing partner. We made fun of the choreographer, because you could tell he was making it up as he went along. We would also sneak fruitsnacks during practice..
I’ve never learned to waltz in my life, but I’ve tried. Oh believe me have I tried! I’m supposed to have rhythm, well that latin rhythm only works for latin dance I suppose. I would really like to learn how to especially for my wedding.
i waltz across the room with my beloved wife holding hands looking at each others eyes, wondering how much time we have left, if it will just till the end of the song or for eternity, and i knew at that moment that it didn’t matter, cause i had her now.
waltzing along the riverbanks. lightning, strikes the surface. this is mostly nonsensical, but so is music. so is the waltz. chopin knew that. he took meaning out of it however, and made sense of something that inherently has no meaning. good on him. he was still a fuck up.
They waltzed into the bedroom, stumbled onto the bed, and tripped and fell in love. Two bodies, seeking comfort, pleasure, something. Both not expecting the circumstances of feelings and emotions. Gross.
When people talk about “one last waltz,” they usually mean the one last thing someone does before they die. It’s a death wish of sorts, I guess. I wonder what mine will be? I wonder if I’ll have accomplished everything I’ve always wanted to…
I’m just going to take a dance with you, just a trip of sorts. Nothing long at all, not but five minutes, I’ll just be in your presence. Can’t a girl ask for so little when you screwed her over so much?
i dance
i dance until the stars cry out for me to stop
i dance until the moon stare at me with a strange glare
i dance a neverending waltz until the morning sun meets my eyes
again
and again
and over and
again
i wish my husband would come back from afghanistan so he and I can do a waltz on our deck under the stars. I miss him so much, i hope he comes back soon. I will give him the biggest hug and tell him i’m ready for a baby…and a waltz
A dance that I could probably do if I took the time to learn. Then again, when would I have the opportunity to waltz? I mean, come on, who under the age of 50 goes ballroom dancing these days?
this makes me feel like i love to dance and makes me feel romantic. i like to waltz, i feel sophistocated when i do so. even though i can’t spell sophistocated right, waltzing makes everything ok. i think of my mom when i think of waltz. or a man nam
how can you just waltz into my life and treat me the way you do. trick me. tell me you love me, then take it all back in an instant and pretend that it didnt happen. i pretend that it doesnt bother me, but it does, it really does. please, can it go back to the way it was before?
i miss you. but i tell you and it seems we dance this waltz of hesitation and fear. when i’m ready to stop you’d rather keep going so i put one foot in front of the other and dance with you because i’m too scared to let you go. but babe, i really wish we’d stop dancing because all i really want to know is if you miss me too.
Waltzing with beeeaaaarsss. freshman year of highschool steve vasel (who passed away) sang this in french class. its still stuck in my memory. r.i.p dear.
Waltz. She had never danced before in her life… not like this. All around her people turned around and around, smiling, chatting. Bemused, she recalled dancing she had watched in her high school. Dancing, after seeing, well… this… there was no way she could call it dancing. But that’s what it was… there wasn’t another word for it. Amazing how many different meanings sprang from one simple word.
Snowflakes gracefully swooped from the sky, twisting amongst each other as if part of an elaborate waltz. “Why can’t humans dance like that?” you asked wistfully.
I smiled. “Maybe because some things are better left to nature, and humans would mess them up.”
a dance that you do to music in 3/4 time. i love to dance the waltz. it”s so much fun. i had to do it for a show once. in 9th grade. that’s when i learned.
We stumble over words
talking of things that don’t make sense
to those listening in,
but to us it makes sense.
It makes sense to speak of Shakespeare and
Star Wars
and to flop around like fish in our topicality
– unsure of ourselves
clasping tentacles tentatively
in the octopus waltz
The old trumpeteer continued his playing of smooth jazz as all of the people around him waltzed along with their significant others and at that point he truly understood his own lonliness.
I don’t like this dance. I cannot do it and think its kinda gay looking. I have no other thoughts about it, and wish that the fad would die out like the rest of the peolpe who dance like this.
she arrives at the ballroom, all dressed up in a beautiful gown.
there she is, waltzing across the room, and all eyes are on her, as it should be.
she’s the belle of the ball– what else was to be expected?
it’s a circular waltz a dance of shifting parameters in many keys, what did anyone ever say about the waltz? do a jig, a quick series of taps on the parquet, you’re good to go
I take a step, you take a step back. You lean in an inch, i lean right back. Hands folded together, but we’re just dancing. Back and forth, back and forth.
Waltz Moore is an amazing song written by From First to Last. Sonny Moore is awesometacular and one of my favorite musicians. I love music. I listen to it a lot. Hypothetically speaking, I’d die without music. Or go insane. It’s similar. Who knows?
They waltzed about, close to each other. She could smell the laundry detergent and her natural smell of peaches. It was wonderful to be this close. Yes, they got looks, but they knew that they were meant for each other. Two beautiful girls who, together, looked even more beautiful. They were striking in the moonlight.
She waltzed into the party, stealing the attention from all other attendees. The lights turned to her, hair whipped through the air as heads turned, and she was at center stage. All eyes on her. She blushed, widened her eyes, and rushed out as fast as she possibly could, and ran as far as she possibly could.
I loved to waltz in november when the fall was getting stale and winter slowly eased its grasp upon the earth. The trees would freeze and slow with the temperature but the dance floor stayed fresh and vibrant under the feet of those dancing the waltz.
The stars danced across the sky in the meteor shower. Ronald didn’t know why this girl had chosen him, but she was watching the stars with him whether he knew the answer to that or not. To be honest, she hadn’t chosen him per say, but she had agreed to come along on the astronomy club’s field trip. She wasn’t even a member.
waltz. i danced in the morning i danced in the sun…da da da da i like that song. we used to sing it in church. it’s to the tune of Simple gifts…it’s a gift to be simple it’s a gift to be sweet…which reminds me of band because we played it in band…it was a good song…=)
We waltzed across the floor, and the whole room melted away from us. The crowds faded, and we were all alone in the world. All we needed was the music, and each other. It was simple, and it was perfect.
sounds like walt maddy’s borther with a z/. the end.
WALTZ is what the newly married dance; it comes from Wien and marks the Danube’s waves …
the waltz. i miss dancing with him. we were so close. so in love. but it was just summer love. around came august, and it’s like i didn’t exist. oh well, it was amazing while it lasted. i just can’t help but think of him.
dancing in circles in the ballroom
I stare at the ceiling, letting my feet take me where they please
Round and round I go
I learned the waltz for a quince once. Cole Stapp was my dancing partner. We made fun of the choreographer, because you could tell he was making it up as he went along. We would also sneak fruitsnacks during practice..
waltzing matilda (aka the shittest song ever written) or a dance. done by olden folk. we could waltz and let it bring us together. or something.
i could write some metaphorical, symbolic piece. but cut the bullcrap. a waltz is just a dance. pretty word though. i’d waltz with you.
I’ve never learned to waltz in my life, but I’ve tried. Oh believe me have I tried! I’m supposed to have rhythm, well that latin rhythm only works for latin dance I suppose. I would really like to learn how to especially for my wedding.
i waltz across the room with my beloved wife holding hands looking at each others eyes, wondering how much time we have left, if it will just till the end of the song or for eternity, and i knew at that moment that it didn’t matter, cause i had her now.
waltzing along the riverbanks. lightning, strikes the surface. this is mostly nonsensical, but so is music. so is the waltz. chopin knew that. he took meaning out of it however, and made sense of something that inherently has no meaning. good on him. he was still a fuck up.
They waltzed into the bedroom, stumbled onto the bed, and tripped and fell in love. Two bodies, seeking comfort, pleasure, something. Both not expecting the circumstances of feelings and emotions. Gross.
When people talk about “one last waltz,” they usually mean the one last thing someone does before they die. It’s a death wish of sorts, I guess. I wonder what mine will be? I wonder if I’ll have accomplished everything I’ve always wanted to…
I’m just going to take a dance with you, just a trip of sorts. Nothing long at all, not but five minutes, I’ll just be in your presence. Can’t a girl ask for so little when you screwed her over so much?
i dance
i dance until the stars cry out for me to stop
i dance until the moon stare at me with a strange glare
i dance a neverending waltz until the morning sun meets my eyes
again
and again
and over and
again
i wish my husband would come back from afghanistan so he and I can do a waltz on our deck under the stars. I miss him so much, i hope he comes back soon. I will give him the biggest hug and tell him i’m ready for a baby…and a waltz
A dance that I could probably do if I took the time to learn. Then again, when would I have the opportunity to waltz? I mean, come on, who under the age of 50 goes ballroom dancing these days?
this makes me feel like i love to dance and makes me feel romantic. i like to waltz, i feel sophistocated when i do so. even though i can’t spell sophistocated right, waltzing makes everything ok. i think of my mom when i think of waltz. or a man nam
how can you just waltz into my life and treat me the way you do. trick me. tell me you love me, then take it all back in an instant and pretend that it didnt happen. i pretend that it doesnt bother me, but it does, it really does. please, can it go back to the way it was before?
i miss you. but i tell you and it seems we dance this waltz of hesitation and fear. when i’m ready to stop you’d rather keep going so i put one foot in front of the other and dance with you because i’m too scared to let you go. but babe, i really wish we’d stop dancing because all i really want to know is if you miss me too.
Waltzing with beeeaaaarsss. freshman year of highschool steve vasel (who passed away) sang this in french class. its still stuck in my memory. r.i.p dear.
Waltz. She had never danced before in her life… not like this. All around her people turned around and around, smiling, chatting. Bemused, she recalled dancing she had watched in her high school. Dancing, after seeing, well… this… there was no way she could call it dancing. But that’s what it was… there wasn’t another word for it. Amazing how many different meanings sprang from one simple word.
Snowflakes gracefully swooped from the sky, twisting amongst each other as if part of an elaborate waltz. “Why can’t humans dance like that?” you asked wistfully.
I smiled. “Maybe because some things are better left to nature, and humans would mess them up.”
a dance that you do to music in 3/4 time. i love to dance the waltz. it”s so much fun. i had to do it for a show once. in 9th grade. that’s when i learned.
The Octopus Waltz
We stumble over words
talking of things that don’t make sense
to those listening in,
but to us it makes sense.
It makes sense to speak of Shakespeare and
Star Wars
and to flop around like fish in our topicality
– unsure of ourselves
clasping tentacles tentatively
in the octopus waltz
The old trumpeteer continued his playing of smooth jazz as all of the people around him waltzed along with their significant others and at that point he truly understood his own lonliness.
Matilda did not know they would name a song after her. If she would have known that she would have hung up her dancing shoes long ago.
I don’t like this dance. I cannot do it and think its kinda gay looking. I have no other thoughts about it, and wish that the fad would die out like the rest of the peolpe who dance like this.
Pants are always a fun advertisment. They cant sing or feel or write or whatever, but man, do they denim. Oh boy steady as she goes, elephan
she arrives at the ballroom, all dressed up in a beautiful gown.
there she is, waltzing across the room, and all eyes are on her, as it should be.
she’s the belle of the ball– what else was to be expected?
it’s a circular waltz a dance of shifting parameters in many keys, what did anyone ever say about the waltz? do a jig, a quick series of taps on the parquet, you’re good to go
a kind of dance; waltzing in joy.
I take a step, you take a step back. You lean in an inch, i lean right back. Hands folded together, but we’re just dancing. Back and forth, back and forth.
Waltz Moore is an amazing song written by From First to Last. Sonny Moore is awesometacular and one of my favorite musicians. I love music. I listen to it a lot. Hypothetically speaking, I’d die without music. Or go insane. It’s similar. Who knows?
They waltzed about, close to each other. She could smell the laundry detergent and her natural smell of peaches. It was wonderful to be this close. Yes, they got looks, but they knew that they were meant for each other. Two beautiful girls who, together, looked even more beautiful. They were striking in the moonlight.
She waltzed into the party, stealing the attention from all other attendees. The lights turned to her, hair whipped through the air as heads turned, and she was at center stage. All eyes on her. She blushed, widened her eyes, and rushed out as fast as she possibly could, and ran as far as she possibly could.
I loved to waltz in november when the fall was getting stale and winter slowly eased its grasp upon the earth. The trees would freeze and slow with the temperature but the dance floor stayed fresh and vibrant under the feet of those dancing the waltz.
The stars danced across the sky in the meteor shower. Ronald didn’t know why this girl had chosen him, but she was watching the stars with him whether he knew the answer to that or not. To be honest, she hadn’t chosen him per say, but she had agreed to come along on the astronomy club’s field trip. She wasn’t even a member.
waltz. i danced in the morning i danced in the sun…da da da da i like that song. we used to sing it in church. it’s to the tune of Simple gifts…it’s a gift to be simple it’s a gift to be sweet…which reminds me of band because we played it in band…it was a good song…=)
We waltzed across the floor, and the whole room melted away from us. The crowds faded, and we were all alone in the world. All we needed was the music, and each other. It was simple, and it was perfect.
I send the spiraling tensions and small fretted friction of my mind and spread them through out the linoleum of passion and expression.