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She froze; Not because of the cold weather, But the stares burnt a hole In her nervous system So she froze, Not because of the lack of blood circulation In her tightening limbs, But because the world felt like It has to stop. Some believe that, If you breathe slow enough You can hinder time; She stopped time For she was tired of twisting, Carrying humans with her hands Lifting their weights on her shoulder blades; It was too exhausting For her to be a carrousel So she decided to become a rocket ship instead; She - Opened her arms wide Creating sharp edges To break through the wind, With feet straight together Like the rulers she used To underline her name over every assignment With little drawn hearts on top of the i’s And circles over the e’s - For her tendency to be perfect Was a result of her fear of failure. She was ready to be a rocket ship, But she had no fuel in her gas tank So she froze.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
A Poem For Merry-go-round:
She froze; Not because of the cold weather, But the stares burnt a hole In her nervous system So she froze, Not because of the lack of blood circulation In her tightening limbs, But because the world felt like It has to stop. Some believe that, If you breathe slow enough You can hinder time; She stopped time For she was tired of twisting, Carrying humans with her hands Lifting their weights on her shoulder blades; It was too exhausting For her to be a carrousel So she decided to become a rocket ship instead; She - Opened her arms wide Creating sharp edges To break through the wind, With feet straight together Like the rulers she used To underline her name over every assignment With little drawn hearts on top of the i’s And circles over the e’s - For her tendency to be perfect Was a result of her fear of failure. She was ready to be a rocket ship, But she had no fuel in her gas tank So she froze.
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Lebanese
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
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