Slam Poem

I got a great comment on the Delance Fashion community by Fashionwrites (you can read her blog here) about my first post, but it has come to my attention that the link to my poem on DeviantArt wasn't going through. So to make it available for all the people who didn't hear it performed live last month, I'm posting a mini-update.

PS: If you're unfamiliar with slam poetry, here's a really good poem I found on YouTube to explain things.

PPS: This does have one allusion to sex, but I don't think it's too creepy or gross.

Pull Shapes

Dance with me, pretty boy, tonight
The sparkle I need is back in my eye
My body shakes, vibrates, gyrates to the beat
The heat of my palms and the flush in my cheeks
I'm afraid people will laugh
I'm terrified they won't
My soul has finally connected with the world around my body
And I have to keep going, showing, flowing
Moving my arms like a synthesized hula girl
The monkey, the swim, the hand jive in nothing resembling irony
Endless energy, electricity shooting through my thighs and lungs
Soaring melodies spark tears of joy
Drums defibrillate my heart back to the downbeat, keep me sustained
Bass drops my spine and sways my hips, mixing what's within
The rhythm is complete
All together, that's some kind of superhuman power
Even better than a Dancing Queen, I am a Force of Nature
An earthquake, fissuring the feeble dance floor when they play punk and metal
A sultry breeze, clinging to the back of your neck when they play Black Velvet
A forest fire, popping and crackling between the couples to the dirty filthy disco and hip hop beats
And light, pure light, everywhere at once, shining shimmering laughing glittering, when they play my favorite song request
I had my first real orgasm on a dance floor
I've caused so many more
When you feel the beat like I do, and not just feel it but be it
Each song is a story of your life
And each dance is the window to your soul
If you focus on the words, you can get your heart broken
Your children can die
You can waste away to emo nothing
But if you let the moment envelop you like a mirror ball bubble
With glitter shine feelings whirling around you
If you jump on the upbeat
And slam on the off-beat
You can touch dance club immortality
So come on, pretty boy
There's a big floor before us, just for you and me
It's a shame to let it go to waste

What makes your heart beat?

Welcome to my blog! If you're coming from one of the style communities I frequent, welcome fellow critic! If you came here following the link in my Facebook profile, thanks for noticing! And to anyone who finds this blog by another source, welcome welcome welcome.

If you're wondering about the significance of the blog title, here's a quick description: dokidoki (ドキドキ) is a Japanese phrase used to describe a palpitation, most often the sound/feeling of an intense heartbeat. It happens when you experience something that moves you - love, excitement, and ultimately inspiration.

This blog is an exploration of inspiration. I want to share with you what makes my heart beat out of my chest, what makes it want to soar and sing, what makes me grow and question and absorb and learn.

Here's an example:

I am a sucker for pop songs like this. The beat that starts in your toes and sets them tapping, the bass that makes you swing your hips, the guitar/synths/vocals that make it impossible not to smile. Put together in a tasty package of biscuit backup musicians and sassy polka-dot clad dancing front women, I absolutely give in to delight.

This song speaks to me because it's talking about the pure emotion of dancing to a great song - something I can't help but do. It even inspired a piece I wrote for a poetry slam. When I watch The Pipettes sing and dance, a little flame of hope burns in my chest that someday I'll be able to start the girl group I've always dreamed of starting.

That's a good start for now. See you all again soon!

K