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Fire
Mar 23, 2009 18:43:08 GMT 12
Post by Honey_Bunny on Mar 23, 2009 18:43:08 GMT 12
Flames of gold and silver Mimicking an enthusiastic crowd Ascending timelessly like an endless river Whispering roars so silently loud
Dancing oranges, reds, and yellows Inducing passion, love, desire A path calls you to follow Just like this fire
Don't move, be cold, be ice Waltz in the blue and white The world behind and beyond of you lies Dance motionlessly , descend the night
The stars above shine and glow You feel exhausted and tired Walk the stars, the path for you to follow But when you get there, could you resist the fire?
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Fire
Jun 1, 2009 21:38:40 GMT 12
Post by Honey_Bunny on Jun 1, 2009 21:38:40 GMT 12
Here's an old poem I found . It's from last year and doesnt have a title. I think it was raining hard, and the rain drops were drumming on the window and that what the drumming is all about. But then, and I dont know why, it had all turned oh so morbid. I placed it here, so that "Fire" wont be alone Drum. Drum. Drumming on the window Drum. Drum. They're coming after you Drum. Drum. They only have one reason Drum. Drum. They are coming to get you Run. Run. Thats the thing to do just Run. run run away from them Fast. Fast. Away from their claws Straight into locked up doors Breathe. Breathe. Slowly not deep Breathe. Breathe. Breathe dont weep In. In. Breathe in what you can't Out. Out. Breathe out what you won't Die. Die. Let the vision die Up. Up look at the sky It's blue. It's blue The nightmare is gone Gone. Gone.Gone. Like You.
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