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I spent my past few days sleeping through daylight waking only to taste the raindrops collected on the outside of my window, begging the sky to feed me more and the moon to lay me back to sleep. Sweet dreams as pristine as snow grazed my cheek screaming softly for me to embrace the weak and the months ahead enveloping me in cool air, praying with cloudy hands that I'd stay awake, get out of bed. But I looked to the stars and said please, I want to wake in the night stay alone with my pen and my dusty floor, it's only right for sheets to stay chilled without our bodies atop them my heart lies somewhere else with a ferris wheel operator at the traveling carnival bearded women and great lions that aren't really tame, only for a piece of steak. But that's where I want to be- a traveling sales man. Buy my advice and keep me close in your heart with each passing home. I'll sell you away and sail to the moon with my traveling circus and on my name signed wrote "Things do get better, it's all in your mind." Award winning books with this written on each page my friends and my lovers said it wasn't me that they'd need, it was themselves. I agreed. It's myself that I want and myself that I hold dear, I've gained enough courage to say this without a sneer. It's yourself you've got for good with others passing daily. Sometimes stay for years, but you shed them like dead skin cells and that's okay. Because the beauty underneath is worth all the rage from losing a lover, fighting a friend, missing a mother from letters unsent, unopened. Tied to balloons to get to her final resting place. I'm rambling rambling lions tigers bears, trees have been piling upon my back for years but they're resettled themselves to build a home. Everything I've collected makes sure I'm not alone. Every memory and scar, each piercing word ties me closer to myself and no one else. "Things do get better, it's all in your head." I wrote this on a book, I swore it. If it were a lie, I'd be dead.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 2:30 AM UTC
lauren-8
Traveling Circus
I spent my past few days sleeping through daylight waking only to taste the raindrops collected on the outside of my window, begging the sky to feed me more and the moon to lay me back to sleep. Sweet dreams as pristine as snow grazed my cheek screaming softly for me to embrace the weak and the months ahead enveloping me in cool air, praying with cloudy hands that I'd stay awake, get out of bed. But I looked to the stars and said please, I want to wake in the night stay alone with my pen and my dusty floor, it's only right for sheets to stay chilled without our bodies atop them my heart lies somewhere else with a ferris wheel operator at the traveling carnival bearded women and great lions that aren't really tame, only for a piece of steak. But that's where I want to be- a traveling sales man. Buy my advice and keep me close in your heart with each passing home. I'll sell you away and sail to the moon with my traveling circus and on my name signed wrote "Things do get better, it's all in your mind." Award winning books with this written on each page my friends and my lovers said it wasn't me that they'd need, it was themselves. I agreed. It's myself that I want and myself that I hold dear, I've gained enough courage to say this without a sneer. It's yourself you've got for good with others passing daily. Sometimes stay for years, but you shed them like dead skin cells and that's okay. Because the beauty underneath is worth all the rage from losing a lover, fighting a friend, missing a mother from letters unsent, unopened. Tied to balloons to get to her final resting place. I'm rambling rambling lions tigers bears, trees have been piling upon my back for years but they're resettled themselves to build a home. Everything I've collected makes sure I'm not alone. Every memory and scar, each piercing word ties me closer to myself and no one else. "Things do get better, it's all in your head." I wrote this on a book, I swore it. If it were a lie, I'd be dead.
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I been tainted with such beliefs Death is but a ***** thief Sins are redeemable in blood and sweat Hurry, we haven’t got much time left Heavy handed the hierarchy hicks Church leaders were some of the biggest ****** Fear of hell fueled by shameful dread But that’s not how the real Jesus lead Let keep this vague Lets keep this soft When life is over It’s time to get off At the moment of rebirth We’re in debt to the earth The sky cannot lie Clouds are but dreams passing by And so my spirits gently sighs All these unanswered questions Yet I seem to be doing just fine!
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Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
TravelerTim
Resettled
I been tainted with such beliefs Death is but a ***** thief Sins are redeemable in blood and sweat Hurry, we haven’t got much time left Heavy handed the hierarchy hicks Church leaders were some of the biggest ****** Fear of hell fueled by shameful dread But that’s not how the real Jesus lead Let keep this vague Lets keep this soft When life is over It’s time to get off At the moment of rebirth We’re in debt to the earth The sky cannot lie Clouds are but dreams passing by And so my spirits gently sighs All these unanswered questions Yet I seem to be doing just fine!
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