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| i write this as i....; poetry of the moment | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 23 2013, 12:13 AM (54 Views) | |
| Mysterious Stranger | Mar 23 2013, 12:13 AM Post #1 |
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I write this as my campfire dies. My nose and ears I cannot feel Still hear and smell this dying fire. My hands that find warmth one side as a time. It perplexed me, the temperment of steel That holds the warmth I so desire But to my body touching this steel is a crime. "Share you greedy bastard!" I squeel To myself of course, for the rest have all retired. And id find my head on a stick, so ill pantimime. *and I shake my fist at the fiery pit, let's make a deal* "You give me your warmth, that which I desire, And we can both forget I was talking to a fire pit." |
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| Mysterious Stranger | Mar 23 2013, 12:25 AM Post #2 |
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I write this as I watch the coals. I have always had a strange affection For the embers of a dying flame and the strangeness of perfection. See I would not see a blade of grass and proclaim it quite serene But the Orange eyes before these of mine are serene to the extreme. I wish to see their beauty but time is not their friend, You see they burn untill they die a rather sorry end. You cannot pick up embers after they have come and gone But blowing oh so slightly seems to turn then off and on. AHA! A fire has been lit, the log has caught A fire from the suing embers, they must have read my thoughts. I was just about to write on the way they birth another By starting flames again and again, like competitive little brothers. Sadly the embers mentioned at the start Have been dulled by the fire that had lightened and warmed my heart. So since my muse is gone, I shall wait. I bet the next batch will be just as great. |
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| Mysterious Stranger | Apr 4 2013, 12:33 AM Post #3 |
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Edited by Mysterious Stranger, Apr 4 2013, 09:25 PM.
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