Fashion As Art

On the Graffiti Beat

Poetry Slam

Love is a Plague
Love is a plague:
A disaster that happens to us all.
It is the leech upon our bodies and lives
Sucking us dry of our freedom and privilege.
Love is lust
For one can not exist without the other
They both tear us limb from limb
Showing no mercy to their victims' minds or souls.

Poetry S L A M

2. Lonely One
She is alone.
Her heart cries out
Yet no one hears.
Throughout she existence,
In which she has grown,
She has shed countless tears

For those she has loved.
She falls in love many times,
But everyone seems to ignore.
The thundering silence
And lonely days are gone
Once she enters the door

Of adulthood.
Locked in a chamber
And love holds the only key.
For this lonely one
This only one
Just happens to be me

I have a C A T H A R S I S.

Foolin' Myself
Foolin' myself
Thought you'd be there for me
Hoping the impossible
I can't believe I didn't see!

Lost and alone.
Now I feel so stupid;
Can't believe I was so blind.
I can't believe the things I did!

Wished you were here.
I did not realize
You were just havin' fun;
I was foolin' myself with lies!

Now that I know,
I have nowhere to go
And there is nothin' to do.
I was so hooked on you!

Thought I loved you
But I was such a fool
An' you broke my heart in two.
I can't believe I didn't see!

My life's a mess.
You said I was too young
And you did not have the time.
I can't believe I didn't see!

Catharsis

Catharsis
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Just D A N C E . . .

Dancing is both an art form and a form of recreation. Dance as art may tell a story, set a mood, or express an emotion. Some dances consist of symbolic gestures that tell a story completely through movement. As recreation, dancing has long been a people's source of fun, relaxation, and companionship as well as A R T . Dancing is the act of moving the body in rhythm, usually in time to music. It seems natural for people to express themselves through rhythmic movement.