PW - Hello Poetry

I've grown accustomed to this feeling- rejection, loneliness, self preservation -it is almost comforting, like an old friend, as it slides back into my bones.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC

PW

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I've grown accustomed to this feeling- rejection, loneliness, self preservation -it is almost comforting, like an old friend, as it slides back into my bones.

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The falling rain pitter pats quietly, so quietly. It is a whispering in my ear, soft words, loving words. Singing me to my slumber, it promises me endless pleasantries. I wish the rain was you.

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Oct 29, 2015

Oct 29, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC

PW

drip, drop.

The falling rain pitter pats quietly, so quietly. It is a whispering in my ear, soft words, loving words. Singing me to my slumber, it promises me endless pleasantries. I wish the rain was you.

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I am told don't be loud, don't ever be angry, don't be outspoken. I am told be soft, be calm, be quiet. But I am a wildfire, I burn, I ravage. I cannot, no, I will not be just a contained, flickering flame. I refuse to be smothered, I refuse to be put out. Though I may incinerate, might leave things scorched and blackened, I am also light, I am incandescent, I am effervescent. And so I will set things aflame, watch me ignite. This is who I am. I am a wildfire. And I shall burn.

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Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC

PW

Burn

I am told don't be loud, don't ever be angry, don't be outspoken. I am told be soft, be calm, be quiet. But I am a wildfire, I burn, I ravage. I cannot, no, I will not be just a contained, flickering flame. I refuse to be smothered, I refuse to be put out. Though I may incinerate, might leave things scorched and blackened, I am also light, I am incandescent, I am effervescent. And so I will set things aflame, watch me ignite. This is who I am. I am a wildfire. And I shall burn.

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