Dancing rules

How difficult is it to ask "would you like to dance"?
I can accept it from old friends
because we are not pretending to be decent people anymore
and I am soo nice cover has fallen,
however, even my friends do more than just show me their open palm,
or just grab me to the dance floor like if I am a potato bag (a very heavy one, btw).
Be kind and ask for consent
and also maybe smile in not a creepy way.

On a blurry morning,
after a full week of intense swing dancing in Stockholm,
dancing all night to hit the breakfast at 7 am,
I overheard a conversation about the Dunning-Kruger effect.
Please don't judge me: the breakfast area was overcrowded
and it was "almost" impossible not to listen to the 2 advance dancer talking next to me :).
The Dunning-Kruger effect is dangerous on the dance floor, please be aware!
In the field of psychology, the Dunning–Kruger effect is a cognitive bias in which people of low ability have illusory superiority and mistakenly assess their cognitive ability as greater than it is. The cognitive bias of illusory superiority comes from the inability of low-ability people to recognize their lack of ability. Without the self-awareness of metacognition, low-ability people cannot objectively evaluate their actual competence or incompetence.[1]

As described by social psychologists David Dunning and Justin Kruger, the cognitive bias of illusory superiority results from an internal illusion in people of low ability and from an external misperception in people of high ability; that is, "the miscalibration of the incompetent stems from an error about the self, whereas the miscalibration of the highly competent stems from an error about others."[1]

They said poems must rhyme

They said poems must rhyme
so I had to rewrite everything I wrote
then I realized it was a waste of time
it is not like you can just draft a vote
about how to express my feelings, like it is a crime
to push the words to emote
the feeling without a rhyme.

You have stars in your eyes
and that sight can be described
only with the power of the wise,
that bloomed when I looked into your eyes

Fading wind

One day you stopped kissing me,
you didn't wish me a good day
when you were leaving me,
you left me wondering all-day

One day I started feeling lonely
you were not there for me anymore,
it was emptiness finally
and happiness no more.

I was trying to help others,
helping them to battle the strong winds
while a storm was taking out my covers
and I didn't realize that I couldn't hassle the winds

they all said it would pass
that at some point the wind
will stop or at least turn into frass
and the wind will bend my mind.

Hold your hand

I am waiting for the fear to pass,
so we can walk free as we had never done before,
I am waiting for the moment when we can finally hold hands,
without fear.

I am waiting for the storm to pass,
and leave us some sun and fresh haze,
so we breathe again and relax
being next to each other for real.

I am waiting for the world to stop judging,
to let us be free and follow our desires,
to let us run free and kiss without fear,
without the constant vigilance.

I am waiting for just enjoying being together
without constantly checking over my shoulder
if someone would be frowning at us,
disapproving of how we break their rules.

I am waiting for the rules to fall to new rules,
to let us rule ourselves for what we think is right,
because your hand on mine feels right,
the best kind of right followed by your smile.

Resilience

When I did what I wanted,
defying the rules and even hurting people I cared about,
I felt free, I felt powerful and motivated,
I was in a total mindset of being without.

When I did what I wanted,
and kissed you and followed you wondering about,
I was warm, I was happy again, I felt loved,
and then. the storm reached out.

The momentary happiness had to be paid and the end,
All the freedom I soaked turned me into a sellout
Was I a hypocrite? Telling people how to be loved
why and how to do the right thing and don't break out

Or was I just evolving and changing for a better friend?
I only knew I wanted to chase you and hangout
because when I did what others wanted
when I followed the rules of the social layout
I was not being me, I was just surfing the waves that melted.

I have to be resilient to face what I created for myself,
when I took the decisions to do what I wanted,
even if those actions hurt people I loved,
because I couldn't fly with broken wings.

I walked on water to see you again,
and in the middle of it, I have drawn myself and my entourage.
Resilience is like a safe boat that will come to rescue us.

Passion

Passion is underestimated,
buried under duties
pressure and denied
by the evil made up rules

Passion can wake you up,
can fill you with joy
cleaning the messed-up
life in chaos and melancholy

Passion runs through your veins
burning the pain
creating bright reins
fighting the chain


Passion will get you at some point
before you feel your life is worthless
you just need the sync viewpoint
the mindset shift to get careless

Cross

You told me I looked beautiful,
I answered it is because you are looking through your beautiful eyes,
you smiled soo bright, nothing was dull
enlightening the skies.

You told me that when you enter the room,
your eyes desperately searched for me,
like if everything without me was gloom,
I feel the same and just want to spree.


You told me I looked beautiful,
I answered it is because you are looking through your beautiful eyes,
and therefore you can only see the beauty around you.
We were going in opposite directions, we were from different worlds and it didn’t matter the connection,
because the direction and the timing were wrong.
It feels like a real conversation when you lead me but let me play,
and then I lead you and let you play.
you let me shine, I let you shine
It is impossible to stop laughing because we are truthfully happy
and having the time of our lives.
I touched your cross, you guide me into it,
my hand on your hand flying through the air,
following the music, reaching your heart.
I can feel your heartbeat,
I can listen to it from far away.
I touched the cross that you carry
and I am eager to understand its meaning.
I had to feel every edge and corner of your cross,
to be sure it was a cross indeed.
The unsure feeling, the not knowing can kill
the doubt, the hesitation is also a cross
Remembering your hazelnut eyes, with some green freckles,
shinning with the sun energy,
highlighting the warm that is in your heart
You lifted me up, you were there when I needed help
you helped me to see what I was not able to see before
even if that was obstructing your own view
Your presence makes me happy,
it is just your aura and your smile
shinning and brightening all the rooms that you honored with your presence.
We play a game like if we will win it,
but we are barely surviving it.