We’re celebrating National Poetry Month with our first poetry contest. Submit your most artistic, emotional, or hilarious original poetry inspired by movement—whatever that means to you. Use #VocalNPM to enter.
Steadfast in pace while moving. Picking up speed quickly as to blur when seen; her body sings songs sorrow as her soul was forced to this burning in a flesh like hell. Knowing she could be a closer ve...
Break free from this overrated syndrome
The remedy I've been is not the remedy I need
Broken down internally from a past life's karma
A debt I know for certain that has been paid
Chakra system charged...
Behind the wooden bar and brass colored taps, you can find a bold and a passionate fellow, who knows quite a bit about this fascinating craft.
"What may I interest you in" he quickly asks "From a cris...
I've been noticing you
for a long, long time,
but I chose this day
to finally speak,
cause for so long
I've prayed and hoped
for you to speak first,
but I could no longer wait cause there are things,
I took a plunge into the deep end where the cyclical patterns and trauma swim steadily in the dark.
No, I didn’t have a flashlight.
This is a place where movement transcends the physical.
They say I’m...
So what would sound
the sweetest song?
Would hearts shiver
to its timber?
Can it be found
that could temper
The answer be:
each note occurs
Depression is being colorblind and being told everyday about all of the beautiful colors in the world.
It’s seeing the world through fogged up glass.
It’s drowning over and over and over and never bei...
I can feel the resentment pulsing off you, bitter for the passion I could not be. I used you. While you were seeking deeply within me. I think I had more thrill, in...the thought of you. I had hoped y...
Down, down, down into the darkness of the ocean.
Let it take you, let it, for only a moment, control you.
The ocean is big beyond belief, let it swallow you,
It’s bigger than the human mind can ever c...