The Beat Of Life
.^ the drummer tattoos a rhythm and the players dance. the players dance to the beat of life. they dance to an invisible script. one that was encoded since first breath. the sky cries its tears. the tears of life and growth.
Poem #96: Not Much of a Dancer
When my days are troubled i always reach for my headphones and put them in my ears slowly, the rhythm passes through my veins flowing through every part of me.
Love's Labour's Won
A blocking so contrite we scoff in rhythm and sweep our hands in broad gesticulations, bronze masks of flailing limbs; spotlights pepper procenium framing so arching and o'erwrought it crumbles at our breath-- tumbles in chunks across the apron,
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 39
He pushed off and brought his left leg forward, getting a feel for the rhythm.
Tragedies Written Under a Midnight Sun - Chapter 2: Heartbeats and Heartstrings (A Sonic Fanfiction)
"i admire the green one's rhythm. he's very..." her normally white-gray fur gained a tinge of red. "he's inekonartok." she bit her lip a little, uncontrollably twitching her tail a couple of times. "say what?"
official haven prologue
Andrios further looked around, he noted the dance floor which was full of people all swaying to the rhythm of the pounding tracks in their own way, the floor was tiled, a classic black and white checkered floor pattern, he then looked over the veritable sea
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 53
The chains rattled a frenzied rhythm. she could see him so clearly in her mind's eye, holding on for dear life, desperately struggling to clamber up the side of the pit he had presumed to dig at the feet of their god. "what was that, wardo?"
A poets peace.
A feeling towards it, dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have until we begin to utter its metaphors, learning them as we speak.
Heaven Falls
I get a rhyme or rhythm in my head some times, or maybe it's just all the old, bad memories from... from...gasps a literature class.
Search’in...
Minutes to miles, i glance at so many precious smiles it's a rollercoaster for moments that twist & turn i enjoy sharing each, but i don't always feel i have such time to burn it rhythms a melody off key one i enjoy to change every second, every dream
Fundamentals of Furry (Part 2)
The voice i heard was heavenly, singing to me with a ferocity, a melodious rhythm that took my breath away. i break into a cold sweat and my heart starts racing as if i was kissing my crush in the hallway for the first time.
looky, look. poem
The rain the only sound of rhythm i have to keep me company. off again running up and down playing my face. sorry my mistake, i say as i bump into people relieving them of all there weight. looky, look i see big brother.