Hey, so this is a poem Ive been thinking of for a long time,please read and comment!
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A Главная for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
еще eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A Главная for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
еще eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Ты enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Ты would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Далее time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope Ты enjoy.
Read to the rhythym Ты would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat by his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the Далее time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
Ты hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
Ты twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
Ты think Ты can hurt me,
Just because Ты gave me money,
Ты think Ты can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made Ты fell.
I wish Ты have never дана birth to me,
I wish I can expose what Ты are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate Ты to the heart's core,
I want Ты to hear my vengeful call.
I respect Ты because I must,
Yet Ты blame me for not giving Ты my trust.
How can I love, или trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to Ты by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever Ты will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
Ты twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
Ты think Ты can hurt me,
Just because Ты gave me money,
Ты think Ты can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made Ты fell.
I wish Ты have never дана birth to me,
I wish I can expose what Ты are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate Ты to the heart's core,
I want Ты to hear my vengeful call.
I respect Ты because I must,
Yet Ты blame me for not giving Ты my trust.
How can I love, или trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to Ты by blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever Ты will grieve