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FERRIS WHEEL IN WINTER
Everything's dismantled but the Ferris wheel, an iron hoop in starlight. The leaves are pale and purple as they scutter the fairground. Everything's closed, the guard says, come back in May. But soon he and I are speaking of carnies and night work, of his daughter's tattoo and the murmur in his heart. Yours, he says, is buum; buum; buum; buum; and mine is buum-buhbuum, buum-buhbuum. I do not smile. It's vital circuitry. This way, he says, and we cross the asphalt boldly like thieves, with no one to witness our trespass. The wheel creaks in the freeze of pre-dawn, and the guard unlocks a carriage. I climb inside. The wheel jerks forward. The chair draws back and starts its astral climb.
-James Arthur


To be great is to be misunderstood
-Walt Whitman


To play pictionary is to do something stimulating
-Jonathan Edwards


Feeling doesn't feel that great and neither does believing in all the things that might exist in the "if onlys" and "what ifs." I'm at a loss of words for the first time in a long time. My thoughts have erased completely, for I'm focusing on wishes, hopes and dreams of hidden things that still never existed. I've laughed so that I wouldn't cry, yet laughed until I cried. That, in itself, is Ironic. All my life, I've held onto this thread of hope. I sat there and watched it unravel. Then one day, failure comes along and it doesn't feel so bad, because when compared to unraveling hope, failing feels great. Failing will never let me down, nor will it act any different around me. I can depend on failing. Life's too complicated to worry about anything. Life's too short to focus on "what could be." We just need to focus upon the "what is" and go from there.
-Shane Nickle


You are always too young to love, until you do
-An Anonymous Lawrence


Midnight Rendezvous
As I'm sitting in the darkness of my room, in the midst of my thoughts, a familiar voice calls my name. Immediately, instantly, I recognize the whisper from so far away. Miles upon miles, across the distance, and yet so close. I can sense you, I can feel you right beside me. As dialogue continues on, our eyes shut tight as still frames come, once again, to life. Refreshing memories that are never too far away. The narrator teasing me in the simplest of ways. Certain words are always heard but always reflecting the same effect of the first time spoken. Caught up in this amazing design, moments frozen in time. I see your face in pictures, in the reflections of mirrors. It's getting late as we prepare for the facing of tomorrow. Happily I drift into my unconsciousness. Once again, dwelling on our midnight rendezvous.
-Shane Nickle