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Cupid hosted late night radio once last week,
told a caller wanting advice on women and pick-up lines
that love is a three ring circus:
the trapeze artist has just discovered
a latent fear of heights
and refuses to come back down,
the elephants have trampled the contortionist
for cheating on her lover
with the lion tamer, Emil,
and the ringleader can't find his top hat,
his checkered bow tie, or his courage--
no one's really sure which it is.
Listening in that night,
loneliness eating away at my gut,
I couldn't help thinking if that's the case,
then life is a zoo keeping us caged.
told a caller wanting advice on women and pick-up lines
that love is a three ring circus:
the trapeze artist has just discovered
a latent fear of heights
and refuses to come back down,
the elephants have trampled the contortionist
for cheating on her lover
with the lion tamer, Emil,
and the ringleader can't find his top hat,
his checkered bow tie, or his courage--
no one's really sure which it is.
Listening in that night,
loneliness eating away at my gut,
I couldn't help thinking if that's the case,
then life is a zoo keeping us caged.
Literature
Wishtree
Ellie frowned at the mahogany box that was being battered by windswept ice and winter's frigid kiss.
"How many wishes today, Lucas?" she said, her tiny hand brushing along the box.
"We don't have to do any if you don't want to, you know that."
"I don't mind helping, but it makes me so sad to do it. You know?"
"I know; how about only do a few then."
"They need someone to help them, don't they?"
"And you're just the angel for the job," he said.
Ellie giggled and took hold of Lucas' hand, "Lets go."
Tucking the old box under his arm Lucas began walking with Ellie. Her polka-dotted snow boots scattered tufts of snow onto the path
Literature
The boy who hides in drugstores and late nights
Blindfolded airwaves hide his forest veins
Where not even the moon can touch the lonely heart
Resting on his tightly buttoned sleeve
Insomnia drawn deeply into the creases of his eyes
Galaxies humming in time with his stuttering heartbeats
He hides behind nightlights to burn out his demons
Because the devils in the detail
and he's one hour away from tearing down the sky
Splintered amber bones searching for serendipitous moments
He longed not for the stars but rather
For those moments where the horizon kisses the earth
Bonfire irises with a knack for chasing time
Longing for the sun to seem real again
Carving his name into walls to be reme
Literature
Night
Tendrils of silky moonlight caressed the stars
Dazzling the beholds, and kissing the scars
Dancing, twirling, singing and laughing
Who knew the night could be so dashing?
Run with me child, let your nature break free
Scream with me child, scream with glee
Dont fall, or trip, dont let the world bring you down
Jump and kick, just dont frown
Peer openly to the clouded skies
Be curious about our own fatal demise
Run with me child, let your nature break free
Scream with me child, scream with glee
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A zoo of our own making-
Besides, Cupid is a liar, his arrows are dull and his aim is awful, which is why he is on late night radio.
Besides, Cupid is a liar, his arrows are dull and his aim is awful, which is why he is on late night radio.