athornontherose
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Writing is breathing.
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Post by athornontherose on Dec 4, 2008 18:58:03 GMT -5
Take Me
Are you the puppeteer tonight? Down shines an unfamiliar light. Take me, but don’t make me Take you.
For my love’s a string; Pull it gently please My thoughts a ring, Piercing through all the peace.
Are you the rising sun today? The knight that I have yet to slay? Take me, but don’t make me Take you.
For my love’s a string; Pull it gently please My thoughts a ring, Piercing through all the peace.
I smile when you smile (On the outside.) I cry, but in style (On the inside.) It’s easier to Hide.
“Don’t worry,” I lie, “Bind me with my own string, Give me one final ring that’s mine. I’ll give you everything; Color me right outside the lines And take me. Take me as long as you’re Happy.
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Post by Gillian on Dec 8, 2008 20:00:09 GMT -5
I think something is very strange. I despise poetry. I really do. But, after reading this, it, strangely enough, made me want to write a poem very very badly.
This is quite beautiful. Which is saying something, coming from me.
Seriously. Ask anyone.
I think I will go and try my hand at poetry....
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athornontherose
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Post by athornontherose on Dec 9, 2008 19:50:24 GMT -5
Aw, thank you. And good luck with your poem. I'm sure it will be fantastic. ^_^
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Post by Gillian on Dec 10, 2008 21:20:10 GMT -5
You obviously don't know how much I stink at poetry.
But thank you. :]
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Post by Midnighter on Apr 1, 2009 18:27:34 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300][shadow=purple,left,300]Where'd all the good people go? [/shadow][/glow]
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