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I stare into the fire it signifies my desire leaping creeping and all red flames, fire, and its beauty hypnotizing, fire and its flames uprising.
To read this, you need some info. In a few days, I'm going to meet my grandpa for the first time. He wants us to call him Dave.
#love Love is true. Love is blind. Love will make you lose your mind. Love is peace. Love is crime. If you need love then please take mine. I don't need it. You can keep it. Love is real.
#love You are a stealthy knight, Digging under my iron gate, A dangerously elite mission, Sneaking into my estate, Wandering, aimlessly and carefree, Smelling my perfect crimson rose, Lying back on...
Rank 19, happened over night I know that's cliché but it really did Low self confidence meant I lost the will to fight Kept writing through all my doubts You gave me so much support, I hope I'm...
Reverting back to my childish days with @MelchiorJ13, Stupid games with Llama's, Camels and Alpacca's... A bit of a giggle for no reason.
A thousand stars,. In the sky,. Two hundred wishes,. Way up high,. A hundred ways,. To say hello,. Ten thousand ways,. To let it go,. Three hundred miles,. Into my heart,. A thousand steps,.
beauty is the beast. upon our souls and hearts it feasts. it makes us blind to itself. behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth. yet in every place where beauty lies.
I only left the room for two minutes.. Two minutes, and nothing more. Yet while I was gone, taller shadows crept in and threw themselves across the floor.
Penny for your thoughts, Pound for your mumbles. Cash for your inspiration. Cheques for your troubles. Notes for your motives. Change for your cries. You don't have the money today.
It's very childish I know, but I still think it's funny.
#youngwritershousehold This didn't actually happen!. For the rest of my life, My best friend had gone, She'd been stabbed with a knife, It was just wrong.
I'm going away for a week, Down south to sunny Cornwall, Which means with great regret, That I won't be able to Opuss at all.
Looping up and down. Pulling along thread. All sorts of colours. Blue, green and red. Fingers fiddle and fingers guide. I'm Pointy and long or. Maybe Short and fat.
So many poems,so little time. Wonderfull words,lovely rhyme. Read just one piece that can change your mood. I am starving, and these lines are my food. So hard to keep track of everybody's stuff.
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ☆ Will Rhyme for☆ /\.../\" ☆ Food. ☆ >( •ω • )< ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ( (,,_ ,,) ) Oh dear ... iPuss is sat on a fence holding up a sign with her cute kitten stare.
#youngwritershousehold @Georgiastar The flame flickered brightly, Effortlessly yet sprightly, It glowed in the darkened room, Producing a single fume.
I am the place far away and close,. I am the source of light that emits no glow,. I am the place where wolves sing,. I am old, new, the strangest thing,. I am the place where many fear to go,.
It seems it's my twentieth opuss-- My mind's opened up like a crocus. Yes, that was a bad rhyme But you see I haven't the time To spend hours clicking away on opuss.
#nightdwellers I know you felt it the way I felt it too Maybe we was cut from the same cloth, me and you.
Romance sometimes .....A fragile thing... Perhaps...tenacious ...The spirit cling For in the texture ....Lies the strength Profound the structure ...The more intense What logic of...
We are eternal as we are and nothing comes close to this. The dates and the hours, they tick away in our precious hands as a form of presence we cannot deny.
Shimmering glow as your wax it falls Dancing light show on the walls Lighting the path with your silver glow Showing us the way to go Your life is brief, you burn out fast And unlike us you have no...
I'm five out of ten of the traits you list. You ask for that and I give you this. Draw your hands into two small fists. Bruise my lips with an angry kiss.