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logan-goethe
American I don't write much, and it takes forever for me to get inspired to write something - but I'm trying to change this. I'd love some help
When we dance with a fine partner, fire, The most lovely of events transpire. Flames lick the sky, a few wonder why, But all hearts are freed of desire. You may forget you exist When the urge to burn - you cease to resist. Such dance can only enthrall, screaming Fire, more fire for all! To whichever God you are thrall Pray we don't run out of Pekasol!
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May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
Circles of Fire
Have you ever had a candle that instead of giving bright relief would not be properly handled and only brought you luminous grief? A strain is placed on my eyes As I struggle to engage in a story, But for a story it is coarse and boring. That sleep comes early is no suprise. Medieval life - could this be real? I could get used to the nobility, But I know this rainy night all too well, It brought me reluctantly back to reality.
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Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 12:04 PM UTC
Finicky Luminescent
Consistent structure Can't fly free Could you spare some time to play with me? How do you thank someone For showing you the sky? Freely and blissfully high Is the only way to fly. This limitless new playground Is filled with my closest friends, And potential new ones I will keep close til the end.
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Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
New playgrounds
A night without fire Exquisite morning sunrise Absorbing quantum mechanics into my mind In this book - music I won't find. To find the capacity of your love, Let it go- I long to live in an old dusty piano.
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Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
Stray book thoughts
Whats up? Life, and all that comes with it Whats up is a pain that brings me down Whats up is the opposite of me this time Its where I ought to be, but down is the where that im now more around Whats up is whats high, a mile high, but thats not where I am A transition from up to down but still on the highest point I stand Standing but changing position always and not knowing how But the how isnt the why and why is something I know from head to toe Which is why my head hangs so low in the sight of a new place to go But a new journey brings me high for a reacquaintance with the sky That I had been too low to see from my subsurface window For a time too long for just me to know A time thats a distance from the last places called home and The homes that the loves of my soul call their own So leaving the distance behind sends whats down to whats up Its that charming moment where a realization wakes up And through eyes not my own I see but dont see The once original past that made whats up whats me
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
Whats up
All throughout these nights I sleep I dream of a place forever deep Into my mind delves my heart's desires Which mask all for which my mind did long They hold my thoughts near eternal fires To force from them a truthful song Here I see my passion fly free But where and why and what I do Is of no consequence to me For I cannot tell the truth From the beauty of my reality So this fleeting moment I shall adore I have my dreams and nothing more
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:44 PM UTC
A simple possession
A rarity when you may find One who can not be satisfied By an imposed monotonous grind Even without a search, do trust In them a treasure does reside Its key is but a passionate lust For those who, from the truth, do not hide
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:38 PM UTC
A good find
Through a world increasingly graceless We walk with hope- Barely enough and on the thinnest of ropes As those who surround us fade to faceless
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:36 PM UTC
Faceless
A day without a sunset can feel like a year When you're a million miles away from all those you need near In those few seconds when the light disappears You can find what you need to forget those fears You can ramble on, lost and alone Trying to find a place that feels alright to call home It's only when you stop looking that you realize You left your love in an old pair of eyes
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Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 9:28 PM UTC
A place to set the sun