Title of book and play "The Glass Menagerie" and production notes © to Tennessee Williams


It Was A CarnivalIt was a carnival, wrapped inside of silk and fur- Like falling into a feather bed with a smile on your face. The ferris wheel, right at the very top- with a kiss on The lips to make it perfect.It Was A Carnival
Thats the feeling it was, and thats how I thought it would stay.
But it seems the carnival lights are all shut off, the Sparkling of cotton candy has gone dull, and I am left with the mess from people who trampled through.
So, what do you do once the music has stopped and the Ponies and rides are all sheltered far away?
Where do you put the bitterness that you feel- that you Taste on your tongue where sugary swe
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Blessed CurseThis blessed curse, seems to punish me the worst. Even through all the good I do, Guilt makes its pursue. &Slowly I begin to ignore this shame, &Bring my demons to a tame. But nothing hurts me more, then a picked at soar. I can't find the words with the right hue, to explain how much I miss you. I don't care what I have to do, As long as I can kiss you.Blessed Curse


Admirably Lost.You bend down and pick up the rock from the middle of the forest floor. The tiny engraving is too hard to make out so you slip it into your pocket. The trees are moist from the morning air, but the leaves on the ground still crunch when you stroll from tree to tree. The sunlight beams around the trees from over the mountain in the distance. You keep walking among the trees watching the various insects and animals wake up to the fresh air. You come up to a river flowing over the edge into a mayhem of water at the bottom of the cliff. You sit down on the mossy rock beside the waterfall and watch a bear in the distance attempt to catch breakfastAdmirably Lost.


Crimped WiresOnce everything is said and done, And the web has been spun, We find ourselves at different ends, Trying to find the mends.Crimped Wires
And as painful as it might be, Only we can come to see, That there is no use to pout, And just work this thing out.


Thin AirIt seems like that all day, Thinking about you is all I do, &only thin air is what Im allowed to say, Why I sit here slowly breaking in two.Thin Air
I miss you to no extent, and the love I have for you isn't nothing. Every time my thoughts go dead, All I can hear is you sing.
So as much as it seems you stopped caring, I won't believe that you don't for a moment, because the thought is tearing, And I'm tired of this torment.
how are you guys doing since his passing?
and it was my pleasure making the tribute [:
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"A secret and a work of art being so beautifully created."
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