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Sometimes you don't need much Sometimes it can feel like the beginning Of a new life. The start of a new moment Legs wrapped around each other Beneath off white sheets. When the world makes it feel like You haven't accomplished much. Sometimes the smallest thing Feels like a dream come true. When she stretches her arm across Me. I start to remember all things Precious. My weighed blanket warm & at rest. Her chest raising and falling against my arm. Of all the rooms in the world, there's only one that truly exists. And it exists when I kiss her forehead when she's sleep. Her arms wrapped around me Tight & snug Sometimes it's moments like this When one person can make you Remember how important the small Things are. The difference one room can make
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC
kewayne-wadley
Weighed Blanket
Sometimes you don't need much Sometimes it can feel like the beginning Of a new life. The start of a new moment Legs wrapped around each other Beneath off white sheets. When the world makes it feel like You haven't accomplished much. Sometimes the smallest thing Feels like a dream come true. When she stretches her arm across Me. I start to remember all things Precious. My weighed blanket warm & at rest. Her chest raising and falling against my arm. Of all the rooms in the world, there's only one that truly exists. And it exists when I kiss her forehead when she's sleep. Her arms wrapped around me Tight & snug Sometimes it's moments like this When one person can make you Remember how important the small Things are. The difference one room can make
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The carnival was asleep It had been for years A stiff frozen Big Top Unused gelato machines Fading in streams of color Like a crying watercolor painting Falling asleep on the Ferris Wheel Was never my intention It had been standing still In the heart of the abandoned circus town We travelled through it Like cells of life Permeating A ghostly forgotten world Our eyes twinkling with the wind and stars Our feet living inside our boots Stepping over Clotted patches of dirt And then we began to climb upwards To the stars Reaching to the sky I climbed high enough Trying to brush up against the ink black sky Fireflies dancing in circles The moon's craters smiling to me In the most genuine kind of smiles The lopsided and distorted kind And we climbed upwards In the frozen ferris wheel We climbed like ants We crawled through its spokes Like we were suspended in a giant bicycle wheel We climbed into faded pastel passenger cars In our tiredness We fell into them Our thoughts suspended Like the sky's stars Hanging in the sky Resting We were in the most abandoned place Yet we were breathing life into it And then The ferris wheel began to turn Even the most abandoned places Even the most ghostly Can be awoken By life And with that The Ferris Wheel began to turn Joining the earth in its motion And we each fell asleep All of us In our own faded passenger cars Separate but connected Turning with the world Like a lullaby Gently being rocked to sleep By the Earth Under the midnight sky Earthlings, all as one ~JL
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
jade-louise
Human Carnival
The carnival was asleep It had been for years A stiff frozen Big Top Unused gelato machines Fading in streams of color Like a crying watercolor painting Falling asleep on the Ferris Wheel Was never my intention It had been standing still In the heart of the abandoned circus town We travelled through it Like cells of life Permeating A ghostly forgotten world Our eyes twinkling with the wind and stars Our feet living inside our boots Stepping over Clotted patches of dirt And then we began to climb upwards To the stars Reaching to the sky I climbed high enough Trying to brush up against the ink black sky Fireflies dancing in circles The moon's craters smiling to me In the most genuine kind of smiles The lopsided and distorted kind And we climbed upwards In the frozen ferris wheel We climbed like ants We crawled through its spokes Like we were suspended in a giant bicycle wheel We climbed into faded pastel passenger cars In our tiredness We fell into them Our thoughts suspended Like the sky's stars Hanging in the sky Resting We were in the most abandoned place Yet we were breathing life into it And then The ferris wheel began to turn Even the most abandoned places Even the most ghostly Can be awoken By life And with that The Ferris Wheel began to turn Joining the earth in its motion And we each fell asleep All of us In our own faded passenger cars Separate but connected Turning with the world Like a lullaby Gently being rocked to sleep By the Earth Under the midnight sky Earthlings, all as one ~JL
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