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[Apr. 18th, 2004|01:10 pm] |
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My question is...does ANYONE use Deadjournal anymore?
WOW! What a drastic turn...from 47 degrees to 80 degrees and I'm TAN! WOOO!! yay.
The atmosphere sparkled
like the the sequins of the temptress' dress
Shimmering on the pavement and awaiting.
She brushed her fingers through her ebony tresses
Smiling wickedly, as the winds howled all around.
The land was told to watch for her,
the enchanting beauty with the raven gown
Billowing and twisting where ever she moved.
Showtime was coming soon; she brushed her hair
and the world darkened, growing quiet in anticipation
She was not a dance the followers wished to miss.
She applied her lipstick, painting whiteish streaks in the clouds.
Looked into the mirror, kissing at her reflection, and turned to make her grant entrance to the stage.
The flashes of paparazzi were all around her,
Followed by roars of the crowd, begging for her to dance.
She lifted her arms up into the air, and spun around in circles on the stage; quick as the wind and ungracefully.
The temptress was wrapped up in her preformance, darting from here to there, caring not the devestation she caused to the stage, knocking down props and the sets...growing more powerful, spinning, dancing, destroying...
And then she stopped...everything stopped.
She looked around at her path of destruction and smirked, knowing it was another successful night.
Turned to the transfixed crowd, took her final bow, and retreated to her room for the next performance.
Random poem there I wrote...and for those cliffs notes obsessers, it's a tornado personified as a dancer...x)
Speaking of...My mom is writing this paper about Tornados and I swear to God we're going to have one because of her. |
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From: (Anonymous)
2004-04-18 11:23 am (UTC)
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duck you are amazing! and no cliff notes were needed... cuz it was amazing! go drool and stare at starbucks boy for me ;)! | |
