I sit in the dark, wondering...waiting, whats going to happen this time, thats what I'm debating. I slowly hear the music rise, a good steady bass, the party's about to start, thats what I surmise. I open my eyes and see the site, taking a good look around at the events unfolding, people dancing, talking, having a good time, the image of a great night taking its molding. I start to bob my head, keeping the rhythm stuck in my mind, enjoying the the style and taste, though it keeps me in a bind. It moves me, makes me want to dance, tempts me to take this party to its full, making me feel so free. I finally arise from my spot on the couch, stretch a little and shake myself out, I'm ready for this, I'm ready to go, all I want to do is party, thats without a doubt. I get on the floor, get in line with the music, and let myself fly, already dancing, but already wanting more. I cheer on the DJ, giving him props, he has some awesome music, some that would make you drop. The sensation of trance, rushing through my veins, moving every part, you can't help but dance. He changes moods, and puts on some rave, now here is some dancing music, this is all I gave. Everyone around me is in motion too, they don't care what you do, they are there to party as well, it doesn't matter if you don't have a dancing clue. The flashing lights, the strobe, the hard music and blasting bass, everyone's sweating and breathing hard, trying to keep up with the pace. Finally the DJ stops, bids us farewell, we drop, and fall, and rest, tired as can be, but knowing it would be a night to tell. Partially based on my first experience going to my first club (actually club) and what a great time it was.
Wow... this is amazing... Your poem had great rhyming patterns and you used great description... I can see what it feels like to be there... And it all flows together really nicely... All in all, a great poem... Good job :)
