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Julie Fowler Jul 2012
A jest,

Be my guest,

take a drink from from my glass.

I need nothing from you.

you're just a girl from my past.

A shadow of boredom,

a cold mental stare.

A dear little miser,

too golden to spare.

You keep to yourself,

and you hold your head high.

Dream without mourning,

and you will be mine.

A little too late.

A little too long.

Be with me broken one.

Sing me your song.
Julie Fowler Jul 2012
A point of a toe, a stretch of your hand.  
romancing and twirling, you leap and then land  
A beautiful musical, you dance like a doll.  
Holding your posture, you don't ever fall.  

Beautiful costumes, you look like a queen.  
This is the most Amazing ballet I've seen.  
Hold your head high as you curtsy and bow.  
You were amazing! They love you now.
Julie Fowler Jul 2012
Forgotten

A miniature person.
Im gagged and Im bound.
I look through my keyhole
with nary a sound.
I watch as they play
I watch as they laugh.
Afraid to get out.
As they walk about.
Afraid I will Fall.
Afraid to stand tall
Im nothing at all  
but a china doll.
Julie Fowler Jul 2012
CIRCUS
Carousel horses and men made of tin.
A braided hair girl with a lopsided grin.
The shape of a rabbit shadows a wall.
A thin man on stilts that is going to fall.
Music abounding, magic too spare.
A gilded butterfly too wear in my hair.
A heart shaped mouth on little red cat.
A beautiful wink from a man in a hat.
"Come one, Come All" is what he says.
Then kisses my cheek and the music it plays
He is ringmaster, This is his place.
All this he gives for a smiling face.
He'll gives me a candle to hold in the night.
"Thank you!" I say and he fades from my sight
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— The End —