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"ignight" poems
loud sounds of sobs filled the li'l kid's room as he looked at the sky filled with stars and the moon the li'l kid was crying coz he missed his mother let alone those thoughts never had he seen his father memories of his mother again did ignight coz the memories were the only thing to hug him tight now that he was adopted he still felt glum he regretted his sixth birthday when he had lost his mum he missed his mother again did he start to weep he was only eleven when he drugged himself to sleep a harsh blow of wind knocked open the window a white rose had fallen in by the sudden wind's blow he held the rose delicately and stared at it in awe it reminded him of his mother beautiful and without a flaw he drifted to sleep along with the white rose innocently thinking it pursed his mother's soul
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
WHITE ROSE
Rest your sleepy soul tonight Dream amidst the pale blue light Let your pain and worry go Under the spell of azure glow Lightly flowing through your hair How I wish I was up there Where hued halos ignight your dreams Kissing your face where I should be. Where are we going, what can we do When we are lost in lonely blue? It's you who haunts my dreams tonight My almost love in pale blue light. |b.g.|
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
Pale Blue Light
Ignight matches, ember flashes; skatter ashes, synapse crashes. shattered egos, falling seagulls; escaped evils, louring reels. when the past begins ignition, animate my superstitions, demonstrate simple submission. after my final decision, with unbelievable percision. stay the course, on a mission; the death of all know memory; stems the voice to reach my ear; the foolishness of men I see; neon fantacy without fear. the audacity of the dead blooming, the understanding in darkness looming, the screaming, flying, fading, fuming, tendency to hate consuming. spreading spores to distant shores, apple cores and opened doors. fleeing, fighting, never lying, down apon this ancient ground; **** this town, it's over now; **** this town, let's end it now. In the turn of pages and sheets, the end is something that's bound to repeat.
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Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 11:12 AM UTC
Inspired
I will base our relationship on what the stars say because I have nothing else to go on. It's all eggshells dipped in lighter fluid with us, hot blood, ping pong pupils that never know when to rest. When we enter the same room I swear I see sparks ignight in the static air. There's blood behind our words but I don't know if it was spilt in vain or if this is all part of our story to the road of forgiveness. Maybe I'm crazy but I just want to take your hand and make you agree that we are both unwarranted.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
We remain untitled
B: Broken among the mess that is love E: eternally Gratefull for thw hell that you put me through A: awake amoung the sleeping wolves U: united as on person are many T: tied the knot that is death I: ignight the flames of romance F: fire burning in my eyes U: Understanding nothing L: lies
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Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
beautiful
ya ever wonder why with monday in your face you dread the day  until it ends with a weekend to erase that tuesday be the uphill fight from dawn untill the night with heavy head into a bed to make that fight ignight the steel that wakes again the bure thats in your side so fall asleep in dreams you leap and over the hill you ride for wednesday the beast that  bucks the other with two backs with caution and chance it racks you of what to do So fester in a room or find untimely doom for thursday the libertine finds the trumpet call for chance will take the place of sound resolve as thoughts disolve into plastic cups but this is only now and you are mostly spent with fried a mind And lost of time with honest days to mend FRIDAY FREE the work was ease So down into the drink And the beauty of the nap With pearls upon her back And my arms to March upon For needles make a track. Is all i want Is all i hunt The girl And mostly ...... and never of regret With thunder in my head my closest friend my bed And wake my face so red for my Sunday Is the day i die And monday the reason why.
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May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
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