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Sam Jul 2018
I have a very close best friend
But I hope we aren't friends for life
They trudge with me every day
And keep me cold at night

My friend is really clingy
They want me to stay alone
Fridays, for most, are for partying
But I'm with my friend at home

My friend is really cruel to me
They call me nasty names
They say no one would like the genuine me
At least nobody sane

My friend has lots of other friends,
And if they're yours as well,
All I can say is that I'm sorry you're trapped
On this merry-go-round from Hell.
Danielle Jun 2018
Ravens dance upon highwires.
Flashing pinwheels spinning in their beaks.
The merry-go-round grinds,
Its rusted gears, squealing into the wind.
Book pages whirl and fly off into the sky.
The fox’s cry to the butterfly
Went unheard in this whitewashed night.
Probably going to end up re-writing this for a fourth time, but for now it's good enough to post on here and see what kind of feed back I get for it.
Kivanc Jun 2018
I'm going mad, there is no doubt.
children in my brain,
whose dreams are broken,
screaming in eternal silence,
wanting to find his relations
in the merry-go-round.
volcanos burn me inside,
their lavas slaying my emotions.
if all the things will be shuttered,
why volcanos and merry-go-round,
and the children mouths'
are open now?
madness still make me alive, there is no doubt...
Danielle Apr 2018
It was a merry-go-round.
I was gambling on the animals.
There was something more,
Going on between us.
A faint flutter of discontent
As I laughed astride a Tiger,
Ready to battle.
I’m not making any demands.
Complete surrender is all I’ll take.
Sometimes there a little moments were you think back on them and go oh, that was what that strange undercurrent was. I had one of those and needed to write it out.
Star BG Jan 2018
What poem will be birthed from
the turning machine of my poetic mind?
Will it be from a deep feeling
that launches a thought for verses to build?

Or a memory carried from birth, needing to be expressed.
Maybe sounds will travel through ear canals
that gets my creative self motivated?
Or perhaps be a phrase will open heart
to spill out rhymes gracefully.

What new verse will be birthed
as I peruse the Hello Poetry site?
And what grand writer will place a word strategically
so I might be inspired.

Maybe some birds will do the job by
waking ears so I sing with phases.
Or a cloud drifting  by wind
will show me visions that spark a diddie.

Everyday is different for my scribes pen
to connect to page.
Every moment is different
on this merry-go-round of poets mind.
Different as I  spin about reaching for a golden ring.

A ring when caught means poem is done.
Just playing with idea of a Merry-Go-Round
Star BG Nov 2017
Oh to ride a merry-go-round
with painted winged pigs
and unicorns that move gracefully.

Oh to feel the cool air hug face
and hear the sounds of bells
inside ears to launch dreams.

Oh to sit grounded upon my stead
and go to places in mind
that vibrate magically for peace.

Oh to ride with no inhibitions
to feel the power of senses
as we all gather free
inside my creative mind
inspired by Dess Ander  Thanks
YourNightLight Oct 2017
My mind is a sea. At times I latch on to the boat of sanity, as the waves thrash & the winds blow. Seems as though the downpour will never ease. Stranded with only the feelings of hopelessness to surround me. Alone in my feelings. Alone in my thoughts. Alone with in myself.

The waves subside & lay calm, crystal clear to the sea life beneath. The sea is full of colors & creatures abode. The sun is warm on my skin, bright in the baby blue sky. Dolphins come out to play, showing off eagerly as they entertain. I dive in. Life couldn't be greater.

My heart can be a secret garden, filled with fruits & berries. The air is scented of sweet lilies. Come to this garden & be refreshed my love. I have so many gifts to share.

Yet when the sunlight fades into dark, the cold winds howl. The gate to the garden is locked. There's nowhere for you to rest your head. Nothing to share.

My world lies on a merry go round. Up then down & round I go. I sit sick on this rollarcoaster of emotions. I don't wish to drag you along so I'll silence myself until the sun rises again because it always does. I'll do anything for you my love because my love towards you is the only stable thing.
Star BG Apr 2017
Life is a Merry-go-round spinning to sometimes take one to places uncharted, BUT its always a blessing as we are blessed by the sacred hug of wind.

StarBG © 2017
What hides behind the tears of a clown
A man whos sanity has been lost
And cannot be found
Ive settled my demons
They no longer make a sound
As each waking hour passes
As time keeps counting down
What hides behind a happy face
Is a wicked frown
As all my twist3d thoughts
Keep spinning around and around
Why cant I escape from this
This carnival of hell
But thats a story id rather not tell
So until next time
I wish you all well
Until the day we meet in hell
Collaborative art with my big bro Klever Madness

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