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Your heart pounds
Your adrenaline is running all reality becomes apparent
The Que is long this leaves time to think and worry
clunk clunk the cart moves as you watch
The screams are heard all over the park
They reach their optimum
No hands is for the mad
Your hands are shaking and your legs are like jelly
You grip the rail’s the que is closing
The man in his dingy dark booth asks in a grungy voice “ticket please”
And choffs his spit at you, the smell of smoke and burgers from his breath hits you like a slap in the face
Your apprehension is near to reality
The worries are growing bigger
Your walk of faith is soon to be walked
The turnstile opens you walk through them with a clank as the next victim steps up to have his turn,
Your legs feel like they will give in any moment
As you walk the man that operates is looking and organising the next cart
The cart pulls up
You see the people that were on before
They are stocked and amazed
Your heartbeats your pupils dilate you start to sweat
They’re no going back
You sit down with the doubts filling your mind
The bar comes down it feels unsafe and you can move it
You haven’t got moving but your knuckles are white from the grip you have
Clunk chin you start to be pulled
Your instinct says this is unsafe for you
Your doubts grow bigger
What if the cart falls, you fall out, it stops suddenly,
You see your destination 250 feet in the air
You start to advance up the massive climb
You reach the top there is a second were you are paused
You can see the bottom of the vertical fall
You plummet like a stone thrown over a cliff
Twisting and turning
Flipping and diving
Spinning and then
the g force pushes your head back
your cheeks start to ripple exsesively
they feel like they have been ripped off
The ride becomes more and more violent
You are thrown against the side of the cart with a loud SLAM
Back and forth
Your arms jolt from holding the bar
The scramble is like being shaken from a sleep you are distressed and worried and un-composed
The screams are louder than that of the coaster itself
You scream to let the angziety out
You pull into the finishing strait
You slow down
Its over the end you swear you will never do that again
The shakes stop and you jump out of the cart
You are wind swept and take a while to get your balance
You look at the people going into the cart
If only they knew what is going to happen
Your adrenaline rush stops and you feel overwhelmed by your emotions
You did it!
Finally you completed what you never thought you would
You are proud and amazed and you need a drink!
Your adrenaline is running all reality becomes apparent
The Que is long this leaves time to think and worry
clunk clunk the cart moves as you watch
The screams are heard all over the park
They reach their optimum
No hands is for the mad
Your hands are shaking and your legs are like jelly
You grip the rail’s the que is closing
The man in his dingy dark booth asks in a grungy voice “ticket please”
And choffs his spit at you, the smell of smoke and burgers from his breath hits you like a slap in the face
Your apprehension is near to reality
The worries are growing bigger
Your walk of faith is soon to be walked
The turnstile opens you walk through them with a clank as the next victim steps up to have his turn,
Your legs feel like they will give in any moment
As you walk the man that operates is looking and organising the next cart
The cart pulls up
You see the people that were on before
They are stocked and amazed
Your heartbeats your pupils dilate you start to sweat
They’re no going back
You sit down with the doubts filling your mind
The bar comes down it feels unsafe and you can move it
You haven’t got moving but your knuckles are white from the grip you have
Clunk chin you start to be pulled
Your instinct says this is unsafe for you
Your doubts grow bigger
What if the cart falls, you fall out, it stops suddenly,
You see your destination 250 feet in the air
You start to advance up the massive climb
You reach the top there is a second were you are paused
You can see the bottom of the vertical fall
You plummet like a stone thrown over a cliff
Twisting and turning
Flipping and diving
Spinning and then
the g force pushes your head back
your cheeks start to ripple exsesively
they feel like they have been ripped off
The ride becomes more and more violent
You are thrown against the side of the cart with a loud SLAM
Back and forth
Your arms jolt from holding the bar
The scramble is like being shaken from a sleep you are distressed and worried and un-composed
The screams are louder than that of the coaster itself
You scream to let the angziety out
You pull into the finishing strait
You slow down
Its over the end you swear you will never do that again
The shakes stop and you jump out of the cart
You are wind swept and take a while to get your balance
You look at the people going into the cart
If only they knew what is going to happen
Your adrenaline rush stops and you feel overwhelmed by your emotions
You did it!
Finally you completed what you never thought you would
You are proud and amazed and you need a drink!
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Your heart pounds
Your adrenaline is running all reality becomes apparent
The Que is long this leaves time to think and worry
clunk clunk the cart moves as you watch
The screams are heard all over the park
They reach their optimum
No hands is for the mad
Your hands are shaking and your legs are like jelly
You grip the rail’s the que is closing
The man in his dingy dark booth asks in a grungy voice “ticket please”
And choffs his spit at you, the smell of smoke and burgers from his breath hits you like a slap in the face
Your apprehension is near to reality
The worries are growing bigger
Your walk of faith is soon to be walked
The turnstile opens you walk through them with a clank as the next victim steps up to have his turn,
Your legs feel like they will give in any moment
As you walk the man that operates is looking and organising the next cart
The cart pulls up
You see the people that were on before
They are stocked and amazed
Your heartbeats your pupils dilate you start to sweat
They’re no going back
You sit down with the doubts filling your mind
The bar comes down it feels unsafe and you can move it
You haven’t got moving but your knuckles are white from the grip you have
Clunk chin you start to be pulled
Your instinct says this is unsafe for you
Your doubts grow bigger
What if the cart falls, you fall out, it stops suddenly,
You see your destination 250 feet in the air
You start to advance up the massive climb
You reach the top there is a second were you are paused
You can see the bottom of the vertical fall
You plummet like a stone thrown over a cliff
Twisting and turning
Flipping and diving
Spinning and then
the g force pushes your head back
your cheeks start to ripple exsesively
they feel like they have been ripped off
The ride becomes more and more violent
You are thrown against the side of the cart with a loud SLAM
Back and forth
Your arms jolt from holding the bar
The scramble is like being shaken from a sleep you are distressed and worried and un-composed
The screams are louder than that of the coaster itself
You scream to let the angziety out
You pull into the finishing strait
You slow down
Its over the end you swear you will never do that again
The shakes stop and you jump out of the cart
You are wind swept and take a while to get your balance
You look at the people going into the cart
If only they knew what is going to happen
Your adrenaline rush stops and you feel overwhelmed by your emotions
You did it!
Finally you completed what you never thought you would
You are proud and amazed and you need a drink!
Your adrenaline is running all reality becomes apparent
The Que is long this leaves time to think and worry
clunk clunk the cart moves as you watch
The screams are heard all over the park
They reach their optimum
No hands is for the mad
Your hands are shaking and your legs are like jelly
You grip the rail’s the que is closing
The man in his dingy dark booth asks in a grungy voice “ticket please”
And choffs his spit at you, the smell of smoke and burgers from his breath hits you like a slap in the face
Your apprehension is near to reality
The worries are growing bigger
Your walk of faith is soon to be walked
The turnstile opens you walk through them with a clank as the next victim steps up to have his turn,
Your legs feel like they will give in any moment
As you walk the man that operates is looking and organising the next cart
The cart pulls up
You see the people that were on before
They are stocked and amazed
Your heartbeats your pupils dilate you start to sweat
They’re no going back
You sit down with the doubts filling your mind
The bar comes down it feels unsafe and you can move it
You haven’t got moving but your knuckles are white from the grip you have
Clunk chin you start to be pulled
Your instinct says this is unsafe for you
Your doubts grow bigger
What if the cart falls, you fall out, it stops suddenly,
You see your destination 250 feet in the air
You start to advance up the massive climb
You reach the top there is a second were you are paused
You can see the bottom of the vertical fall
You plummet like a stone thrown over a cliff
Twisting and turning
Flipping and diving
Spinning and then
the g force pushes your head back
your cheeks start to ripple exsesively
they feel like they have been ripped off
The ride becomes more and more violent
You are thrown against the side of the cart with a loud SLAM
Back and forth
Your arms jolt from holding the bar
The scramble is like being shaken from a sleep you are distressed and worried and un-composed
The screams are louder than that of the coaster itself
You scream to let the angziety out
You pull into the finishing strait
You slow down
Its over the end you swear you will never do that again
The shakes stop and you jump out of the cart
You are wind swept and take a while to get your balance
You look at the people going into the cart
If only they knew what is going to happen
Your adrenaline rush stops and you feel overwhelmed by your emotions
You did it!
Finally you completed what you never thought you would
You are proud and amazed and you need a drink!
I was always scared of the merry-go-round too.
Let's share our trauma together, eh?
UrkiE-UK wrote:
> Let's share our trauma together, eh?
what?
> Let's share our trauma together, eh?
what?
Final line = GOD.
what
What the heck is this.
what its like a poem and a discription at the same time of the big one at blackpool[URL]http://www.audience.youarelame.com[/URL]
dont you all like this
UrkiE-UK wrote:
> Let's share our trauma together, eh?
You can empathise with him.
I learn't that word to day in English!
*feels proud*
> Let's share our trauma together, eh?
You can empathise with him.
I learn't that word to day in English!
*feels proud*
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