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I am this burning thing
Living on it's own breeze.
I sing my own song.
I live how I please.

When you see me coming.
Don't run nor flee.
I can guarantee your safety with me.
(you can trust us)

Be careful now.
Don't stray too close.
My fire burns.
(will you stay with us?)

My embers call.
They whisper and flicker.
With excitement and rush.
(stay with us)

Don't listen to them.
You can't trust them.
They are all ash and fluff.
(stay with us)

And when I go.
Do not simmer and sway as I do.
Do not listen to the whispers as they do.
Because that is forbidden.
Just like me.
(Just like me)
I know I've already done something with fire.
But I found that this was an interesting story despite the fact that it rhymes very little.

Interpret as you wish.
these bones trap my soul, like
a bird in a cage it longs to be set free, from
all of the pain and the misery, it
longs to soar into the sky and into the sun, to
kiss the clouds and feel the light, but yet
flesh and bone reject its request for freedom, I wonder
if it will ever escape this labyrinth of suffering.
 Apr 2019 Sharon Flynn
Pagan Paul
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The Moon doesn't love me anymore,
she may even have forgotten I exist.
Just a phantom roaming the Earth,
a mere trick of an eye in the mist.




© Pagan Paul (29/11/18)
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 Apr 2019 Sharon Flynn
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
If only you'd take me for a fool
And not take me for granted like you do
I would rather live on in some ignorant bliss
Than taste the reality of this deathly kiss
For this is too easy to understand  
This is too easy to lose ourselves in
If you would only take me for another and not as I am
To lay me down on this cold hard ground
Pick up my pieces in some different form
A brand new me raised from your ideal storm

If only you'd take me for a fool
As fools are the ones who fall in love
Whose words seem to fall from the stars above
Dancing till dawn under cider filled skies
They are the ones that carry life in their eyes
So rescue me from this vagueness that consumes
Our daily routine of me versus you
And yet maybe you do, at night when i dream
Delivering my innocence rebirthed anew
For only a fool could keep returning to you
I'm the raindrops to your roses
I can drown you or make you grow,
and my shower always imposes
on the direction that you want to go.
I seem to only fall on to you
praying to assist you to become what you want to be,
but I'm banished when the skies turn blue
are you hoping that I will continue raining?

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we carry a torch so long that it goes and burns our hand,
and it seems like nothing in this world goes as planned
but raindrops and roses live together within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to add to your perfection,
and when a window opens; a door closes
but take my droplets as the purest affection.
I hope to never weigh your petals down
I want to assist in making each a wing,
but I can keep pouring until we all drown
but roses are seasonal with only summer and spring.

There's some things no one will ever understand
like why we give away the things so highly in demand,
and even when ripped apart; together we still band,
'cause raindrops and roses live forever within the land.

I'm the raindrops to your roses
I only try to give you strength,
but alone you smell sweet to all the noses
but only my eyes are blind to your thorn's length.
I only come to show you your own beauty,
though I doubt you'd ever see that strong shade of red.
Whereas I'm transparent; you can see right through me
sometimes I wish I could be the sun to your roses instead.
 Apr 2019 Sharon Flynn
Jude Quinn
Before you leave,
let me whisper your name to the wind
that follows you out of this room
so it never disappears.

Maybe one day
it'll come back to me.
Until then,
I'll leave my window open
and hope you let me be in your dreams;
you know I'll let you be in mine.
 Apr 2019 Sharon Flynn
Vanessa
Under the light of the moon.
You’re still a mystery to me.

And every night in my dreams I wonder
if you hear the soundtrack of my soul.
Like I hear yours.

Please know, You’re never alone.
Just continue to bloom.
As I will too.

Until then, I’ll search these
muddy waters for you.
My lotus love.
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