Fan The Flames

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Saturday, September 6, 2008

IF

If I love you, you will run away If I love you, you cannot stay If I love you, my love you can’t contain If I love you, with me you can’t remain You loved me and I ran away You loved me, I could not stay You loved me and your love I couldn't contain You loved me, but I couldn't remain Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Square Box

I am a square within a square. I am boxed in on all sides. Everything and everyone can get in but I cannot get out. I would sentence this box to death but the box fights relentlessly. It hangs on tenaciously to life. If I could only tear down just one side, then I would be free. For what is a square... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

The Reply The Lie

We look at each other but briefly. What is it that we see that we are afraid to see? We continue to successfully talk about nothing. But both our hearts are intent on feeling the intensity that exists between us. Finally enough courage has been summoned forth. I ask you, "What is this feeling?" "Why... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

The Dragon

I am a wall of concrete. I am a person incomplete. I am a wall of stone. I am a person that stands alone. I tackle the wall to rescue me. The dragon pops up from the sea. His plan is obvious, it is to devour. But this day is not the time and it is not the hour. For now, I decide to retreat. The... Sign in to see full entry.

Pieces Of A Puzzle

As I close my eyes, the pieces of the puzzle to my life try desperately try to fall into place. But somehow they don't seem to fit. They do not fall into place with any ease. There is no use forcing the pieces to come together. To do that would be a distortion of what should be but is not. As I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tall Flames Cold Ashes

Fan the Flames, for the fire is going out and the embers are growing cold. Remember when the Flames were tall and the glow was bright? Fan the Flames, for the glow is growing dim and the ashes are turning dark. Remember when the embers were hot and the ashes were white? Remember and Fan the Flames... Sign in to see full entry.

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