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The Sun
at the middle
of the merry-go-round
and merrily go we
around around
around
The Sun
such fun
We swing
we swing
at the end of a string
Were there ever other swingers?
Did they let go
fly off to play
with other stars
Suns of their own domains?
Family of the one we know.
The Sun at the middle of the merry-go-round
Is the earth now letting go?
I rise
I hang
onto a cloud
so white and light
The speed of flight increases
round and round and round I go
and where I stop
I do not know
Should I let go?
at the middle
of the merry-go-round
and merrily go we
around around
around
The Sun
such fun
We swing
we swing
at the end of a string
Were there ever other swingers?
Did they let go
fly off to play
with other stars
Suns of their own domains?
Family of the one we know.
The Sun at the middle of the merry-go-round
Is the earth now letting go?
I rise
I hang
onto a cloud
so white and light
The speed of flight increases
round and round and round I go
and where I stop
I do not know
Should I let go?
Literature
Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
Literature
The Ballerina
She watches from backstage as her partner performs his variation. The stage lights seem to get brighter, and the space in the wings seem to close in. She can feel her heart beating faster. Her partner’s short solo seems to last an eternity. She flexes and points her feet as she waits. Finally the music stops. She closes her eyes. She can hear thunderous applause, but it sounds distant, like it’s coming from another world. She centers herself, preparing for the most important two minutes of her life: her first solo as prima ballerina. The applause seems to go on forever. She fears that she will always be overshadowed by her talent
Literature
Yours
Yours
Make me
Groan with delight
Hold tight my fantasy
Fight against all the shackles
Keep me balanced, the room's spinning
We forsake all others, forsake ourselves too
While sating our thirst, while feeding our hungers
We tie up loose ends around each other's collarbones
By breaking bones and rules and taking everything for granted
Can't stop hiding the images behind my eyes and memorizing them
Swirling the lust around, a wine taster savoring intimate flavors
Floating on blues and greens, absorbing your sensuality too
Bodies intertwined, come down from above my frame
Fasten your mouth to mine, breathing tandem
Pressed together, it's urgent
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Nothing but tea, I swear.
Inspired in an odd way by Cinquain Echo [link] by
I don't know what the rules of cinquain form are and I almost never write in forms anyway. Formless, as you can see, and I have no idea where my mind is today, even if it still exists.
Inspired in an odd way by Cinquain Echo [link] by
I don't know what the rules of cinquain form are and I almost never write in forms anyway. Formless, as you can see, and I have no idea where my mind is today, even if it still exists.
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An off-eat tour of the solar system, Lance!