jason-4 - Hello Poetry

We sat around a campfire talking we laughed till we cried we argued till we were lost and it was a while before you noticed the fire burning the marshmallows but oh how I wished you would notice the fire burning me from inside and through warming me up at first then excruciatingly torching me whole inside and through leaving nothing behind but a couple of hollow eyes that wouldn't dare look at you that sat there staring at our fire so you wouldn't notice yours.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC

the fire that burns

We sat around a campfire talking we laughed till we cried we argued till we were lost and it was a while before you noticed the fire burning the marshmallows but oh how I wished you would notice the fire burning me from inside and through warming me up at first then excruciatingly torching me whole inside and through leaving nothing behind but a couple of hollow eyes that wouldn't dare look at you that sat there staring at our fire so you wouldn't notice yours.

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*the bane of every reasonable man is the unreasonableness of his emptiness*

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC

unfathomable

*the bane of every reasonable man is the unreasonableness of his emptiness*

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there once was a pyromaniac he lit himself on fire he should have panicked but everything was just brighter he lived from day to day yearning to add to the pyre he knew it to be easy with a touch it would spread wildfire but he was no devil he could control his desire so he lived in agony even when his need grew dire he'd never intrude unwelcome almost like a vampire but he was far too kind and reticent to trap a victim whom he would squire he scared them all away with apathy and satire he was too familiar with the anguish his fire would inspire he wanted to protect the beautiful souls from the harm of its ire he let his fire burn him to the ground leaving nothing to quench the inquire he watched as his fire ashed his wings and invisibly divine attire he let it consume him alone, entire there once was a pyromaniac he lit himself on fire he was resolutely resilient he drove himself to the pyre but in his final breath he heard no lyre he was a fool that no one could admire there once was a pyromaniac he lit himself on fire i would have held his hand together nothing could conquer us, not the world, not a fire

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Dec 8, 2013

Dec 8, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC

the pyromaniac

there once was a pyromaniac he lit himself on fire he should have panicked but everything was just brighter he lived from day to day yearning to add to the pyre he knew it to be easy with a touch it would spread wildfire but he was no devil he could control his desire so he lived in agony even when his need grew dire he'd never intrude unwelcome almost like a vampire but he was far too kind and reticent to trap a victim whom he would squire he scared them all away with apathy and satire he was too familiar with the anguish his fire would inspire he wanted to protect the beautiful souls from the harm of its ire he let his fire burn him to the ground leaving nothing to quench the inquire he watched as his fire ashed his wings and invisibly divine attire he let it consume him alone, entire there once was a pyromaniac he lit himself on fire he was resolutely resilient he drove himself to the pyre but in his final breath he heard no lyre he was a fool that no one could admire there once was a pyromaniac he lit himself on fire i would have held his hand together nothing could conquer us, not the world, not a fire

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Sometimes people ask me why I look sad I say it's because I'm tired They ask why I say it's because I didn't sleep Another day comes They notice it again This time they don't ask They merely mention a remark I ignore it Another day comes They notice it again Another day comes What's there to notice?

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Dec 8, 2013

Dec 8, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC

A perpetual state of existence

Sometimes people ask me why I look sad I say it's because I'm tired They ask why I say it's because I didn't sleep Another day comes They notice it again This time they don't ask They merely mention a remark I ignore it Another day comes They notice it again Another day comes What's there to notice?

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