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Shakytrumpet Sep 2021
I've cut open my eyes
And to my surprise,
I found an old carousel projector
With millions of upsidedown pictures inside.

The machine starts to whir,
And my life flashes by,
Every memory frame by frame,
On these convenient little slides

Every laugh, and every smile
Every absence of joy,
Those slides seem to last longer on this carousel of poise.
My friends were talking about writing poetry and it's admittedly been awhile since I've written anything so I decided ***** it one more wouldn't hurt, I was gonna touch it up a bit here and there but tbh I can't be bothered, it was also gonna be longer butttttttttt :p (also if someone says carousel of poise doesn't make any sense too bad deal with it I do what I want)
Purcy Flaherty Feb 2021
Our small story; is just a small line or chapter in everyones story.

We are each busy; listening, narrating, taking notes, leafing through the pages; losing, following the plot, whilst searching for the happy ending.

It turns out this immortal story ends where it begins, with most of us spinning round and round, simply chasing our tails aboard the carousel of love.
We are each of us in a relationship with everyone and everything.
Monogamy is an allusion, and loyalty is earned with honesty and respect.
Dhimss Jul 2020
Our bodies fit perfectly
hearts racing rapidly
lips harmonising ceaselessly

Nebula gawks
making asteroids stop
No evidences,
just stars,

No one but You and I

Gleaming stones dull
In comparison,
set aside to our
brewing passion

You light my day
like carousels do
to a carnival
developed from the verses of a close friend, Inspired from my life
Bummer Sep 2019
I'm going round and round,
and I'm afraid of falling off,
because I know that if I slip,
there is no catcher in the rye.

Innocence is never preserved,
and reaching for that ring is scary as hell,
things just don't stay the same,
and that's the truth.

It's so bitter sweet,
it's a torturous love,
it's the happiest you get,
and the hardest you fall.

But if I slip,
and if I fall,
will you catch me,
one last time?

Will You Catch Me One Last Time?
I'm 16, so I'm allowed to idolize Holden
Star BG Mar 2019
Winged souls harmonize
in voices divine,
as star chandlers
bring light to moment.

As angels sing to celebrate
all who wander on Earth.

Citadel is built by heartbeats mortar,
and love bricks guided by constellations
form grand monuments.

Light integrates with dark
for a parade of love to anchor
while new pyridines become reality.

And as life's carousel continues to turn
expanding self, we gracefully walk
with wind, rain, and sun at our backs.
Inspired by zebra a grand poet who dances with pen.
HoneyPotter Feb 2019
White horses go up and down
enchanting music plays in background
It keeps spinning, round and round
a joyful ride with a merry-go-round.

People's life goes like a carousel
spinning with worries that never end
still we must enjoy every cheerful ride
and live a life that brings happiness inside.
pa3que Feb 2019
I read about her somewhere.  
   About a lady in a white bralette.

Always bloomed alongside the flowers, with a scent, that made you look at her like she’s one of them. She came into a life with the waves. Crashed into you like the ocean onto the shore. Her touch was feverish and her steps were light.

Like the falling leaves she tiptoed around you, danced with the flames and got you lost in her madness. The kind of madness, that makes you walk through the forest in the middle of the night. The kind of madness, that erases all gravity and lifts you high up in the sky. The kind of madness, that makes you drop sanity out of the palm of your hands.

But her unexpected visit was just it. A visit. As soon as the wind blew she disappeared. And she was gone. Gone with the wind. The gravity reappeared and your feet we’re back on the ground. The sudden twist of events was often too much for most to handle. I live, but many have fallen deeper in the madness that existed only with her existence.

Their souls will forever be heated, but their eyes will never see again.

If I loved her?
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