From 'The Circus'

From 'The Circus'

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

Human sweat and
Blood.
Burning flesh and
Sugar,
We stink.
Sticky and sweet,
You are too close to me.
Twisted lumps of metal
Loom above us like
Giant spiders
And we can hear the screams
Of children in the
Distance.
We  question their excitement,
Up there on the spiders.

Flashing lights make
Our heads scream out loud
And cast shadows
Of Zombies,
Marching from
(attraction to attraction)
Spider to spider,
They're unable to register
That they're leaving
The smiles far away.

The fire eaters are
Burning from the inside out
And without wires trapeze artists
Make cracks and crunches
With their
Twists and turns.
But with blood dripping from their
Costumes
They've got me hooked,
(Line and sinker)











(let's run away from the circus)




© 2010 Beatrice Mars


Author's Note

Beatrice Mars
Taken from an english assignment, describe a circus. We did it about a year ago and the language I used seems really immature...I think I like this now, but it's taken awhile

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I can't stop coming back to read this. I just love it for some reason. Which, given it's kind of disturbing, probably says something about me....... XD xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


'The fire eaters are
Burning from the inside out
And without wires trapeze artists
Make cracks and crunches
With their
Twists and turns.
But with blood dripping from their
Costumes
They've got me hooked,
(Line and sinker)'

I can't describe my look of joy as i read these lines they are that good. :O :D

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on January 12, 2010
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Tags: Circus, Dark, Fire

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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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