Circus Jester

by AkiraEliza

Published May 6, 2024

In Showtime

I have a story to tell, about how things don't go well

Listen closely, wish upon the well

Do what you want, wont change a thing

I'm so sick and tired of trying

~

Met a circus, ran from home and I fit right in

Found a jester, entwined with flowers, never gonna happen again

Grew close, not together, there was a space in between

Never told me, so minute, could have fooled me

Burn it down... Burn it down...

To the ground, to the ground...

The difference is still there, my great mistake

all that time, all that affection, it was fake

you cut me off and moved on

I tried but I couldn't hold on, I couldn't hold on,

It's so P A I N F U L remembering . . .

~

voice like silk, blossoms everywhere

So precious, petals shriveled bare

You're turning it on to me,

Painting me as the enemy

I drank the pain until I couldn't any more!

You stole my sanity, I'll never be the same

And cursed every flower I could name

Warning signs everywhere, like I'd ever care

You left me all alone, you were my only home

Dragon fruit is better than blossoms anyway.

~

I burnt the circus down until there was nothing but smoke

The clowns took your side, and it really made me choke

Had to leave and as I was walking down the street

I picked up a rose and then I full-lit had to flee

Burnt it to the ground, I had nothing left...

Out of gasoline, only one more chance left...

Remembered the snap dragon that layed at my feet

Compared to the roses thorns that make me bleed

First flower I killed, but I'm a better florist now

It doesn't matter, I've got a rose. I wont kill it, don't ask me how

I built a new circus, built it from the ground

But the blossoms voice is s c r e a m i n g in my ear...

Bad news, the rose left me too, eh, dragon fruit is prettier, too.

~

Voice like silk, blossoms everywhere

So precious, petals shriveled bare

You're turning it on to me,

Painting me as the enemy

I drank the pain until I couldn't any more!

You stole my sanity, I'll never be the same

And cursed every flower I could name

Warning signs everywhere, like I'd ever care

Dragon fruit is better than blossoms anyway.

~

The clowns are doing their job for once and making fun of me

Flowers slowly shriveling so that you could shine and gleam

The rose threw a fit over it, so instead, I decided to give her my all 

It wasn't enough, and I had no choice but to watch it again crash and fall....

~

Voice like silk, blossoms everywhere

So precious, petals shriveled bare

You're turning it on to me,

Painting me as the enemy

I drank the pain until I couldn't any more!

You stole my sanity, I'll never be the same

And cursed every flower I could name

Warning signs everywhere, like I'd ever care

Dragon fruit is better than blossoms anyway.

And so you have to go, and she will stay.

Goodbye, my old Circus Jester.

Comments & reviews · 2
creeperfeverdreams wrote a review Review · May 13, 2024

Hello there, human! I'm reviewing using the YWS S'more Method today!

Shalt we commence with the possessed S’more?

Top Graham Cracker - The narrator’s Jester left her, and flowers have become ugly to look at. What was once bright and full of love had faded away into darkness.

Slightly Burnt Marshmallow - I think that you may have meant to say “won’t” but that’s just one little thing.

Chocolate Bar - My favorite part of this song would have to be “The clowns took your side, and it really made me choke”, because it shows that the narrator thought she had friends to confide in, only for them to leave her for someone who had broken her. She’s betrayed not only by the Jester, but by the clowns, and that’s going to leave a mark on her heart.

Closing Graham Cracker - A song of loss and abandonment, but of how she comes into her own, I enjoyed reading. She’s been changed, but after all that happened, she won’t let another soul hurt her like the Jester did.

I wish you a beautiful day/night! :>

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KaavyaK wrote a review Review · May 6, 2024

Nice work done by the author (as always).
All your poems are just amazing.
This whole poem would sound so cool as a rap.

"The clowns are doing their job for once and making fun of me
Flowers slowly shriveling so that you could shine and gleam
The rose threw a fit over it, so instead, I decided to give her my all
It wasn't enough, and I had no choice but to watch it again crash and fall...."
There are always people who make fun of you, who make you feel inferior, but you keep quiet, you stay calm thinking someday they will regret their actions, but it stays the same and then you have to take serious action. When you take the serious action, they call you bad, arrogant, rude, etc. and they think they are right with whatever they do.
I can totally relate.

Keep it up.
Waiting for more.
Thank you.



Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious.
— Kathryn Stockett, The Help