#boetry

It was bleak

It was dark

And it was full of pain

Years of blood soaked knees and tear stained cheeks

I saw the trials up ahead

The twists and turns

The fights and battles

I saw the way I hurt

The road ahead is long and winding

The fears come in plenty

And the days shed like sand

But I saw the future

And for the first time

Song- Touch Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon

This was my final project for school where I had to choreograph 2 minutes of modern dance to a song of my choice :). It was super fun, and though I want to redo it someday to fix up some bits, I’m really happy with how it turned out.

If u wanna know what the dance is about/ the poem it’s based on read below

his head was like the moon—free of human hair

Or is it the comfort in the pain of what they know

Is life worth living if the same green we love in tress will one day be mirrored in our rot

Is anything worth while is a while is all we’ve got

You will one day die

Your bones will return to dust in a box

Do we love the lives we live

Were born

We live

We die

We rot

Interwoven

Connected

Until the cords are cut

We are born from science

Nothing more

Nothing less

Requiring perfect conditions

1 in a million

Chances ever slim

We live in purgatory

An on going loop of questions

A circle of unknown

Every choice

Ever word

Creating a different day

We die much the same

The lights go out

The mourners cry

But from your absence

Or the fear of their own

Tears of both stamp the soil

We rot in shades of green

Pinks and blues filling the scene

The worms will feast

On their meal of dreams

And to rest were laid

In a circle of unending loops

A world of unlived dreams

The circle of life

Were born

We live

We rot

A set path that knows where you go

I think that’s fait is in every decision you make

Every step

Every turn

Right or Wrong

Fait is the space between your cells

The empty space in your stomach after your heart drops

It’s the fire under your step

There is no string guiding me nor you

But we ended up in the same place

In the same room

Under the same moon

So I don’t believe in the little red string

But mine doesn’t

I sit alone

I live in the dark

I keep everything at an arms length

I thrive in misery

My misery is lonely

It hurts

It’s cold

It’s a spine chilling ache

A pain that can’t be touched

Misery doesn’t love company

It eats away at you

And chips at the light in your brain

You reach out

You ask to help

You say you care

But never seem to see the truth

My misery doesn’t love company

You don’t get to hold it

You don’t get to lie

My misery doesn’t love company

The spores infecting my skin

The rot seeping in

In a way it’s beautiful

The colors

The growth

But you know it’s death