circus
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I hide behind this curtain and sing But on the stage that’s not me
The ringmaster lip syncs the words I want you to believe As I ghost behind the curtain where you can’t see
Ringmaster does an act to distract My show in the back
My Uncle joined the circus,
which is okay,
I guess,
if you like that sort of thing.
Truth is,
that sort of thing really
creeps
me
out,
like how
Lunchables
Silent breakdowns
So unexpected by all.
The clown is always expected to stand,
But never allowed to fall.
No one listens
When tears roll by
Run
Jump
Scream
Cause I say so
Your living because of my say so
Your here because I say so
Without me you'll be nothing
Cause this is my circus
My rules
My expectaions
“It's so much fun! It's so much fun!”
Said the deliriously happy red and white stripes, gliding up and down the flaps of the grand tent
“It’s so much fun! It's so much fun!”
Circle And Circle Around She Spun
The crowd and the stripes collide as one
Every twirl, every turn Appeared A New friend
Out of dust A new creature Turns ‘Round The bend
Life is a Circus.
I, the juggler, on a stage blinded by the lights.
The roar of the crowd, the pressure of the audience.
Confused, Scared, and Unaware of what's to come next.
Life is a traveling circus,
new experiences all around.
People may look strange,
or come off a little odd.
It might seem scary
to try different things.
But joining that circus,
I belong to the circus,
a dynamic family
where our tent is loud
and full of light.
Jay is the clown,
putting others first
with earnest eyes
and bizarre antics
Come One! Come All!
There's much to see.
Leave behind your reality!
See the acts! See the shows! Experience emotions nobody else knows.
Come in! Sit down! Get your mind ready.
Fortress of fabric
She says come in
Her eyes glisten with magic
She knows I can’t win
My mother warned me about enchanted women
Spiders in their hearts, be careful or you’ll be bitten
Mister, Mister hear all about it!
We come to your class every single day
Just to hear you say...NOTHING!
You look at us like we're circus clowns,
and continue to just tear us down.
We tell you we don't understand,
I wanted to write a poem about leaving,
the feeling of dragging feet
and twisting stomach fighting up your throat
as you walk towards your car.
I wanted to write a poem about missing,
Dancing words, painted masks all passing by
Hazy thoughts, painful thoughts
Thrown past my eyes.
Three rings on the ground
Why don’t you come and give it a try?
Mirrors all around blurred,
I flew from circus tents
into the great unknown Blue.
My feet were stained with the yellow
of the desert—
still wet.
It took one leap
for the white wings I keep folded away
(only showing whispers
There go circus man doin' that old clownin' pose.
There go hobo man tryin' on that red foam nose.
There go circus man hangin' with them trapeze girls.
There go big top man off to take him in that world.
In a deep dark forest, there is a caravan of traveling strangers
Hosting a creepy carnival, with many possible dangers
