Three poems, but they both fit under the same category, and i wrote them beside eachother at the same time, with the same mindset. Thus, one thread. Please, scroll down, and read.


Shuffle, rustle, move
Scratch, make nosie, have presence
Cry, yell, scream, laugh
Let me hear your emotions play,
I want to know what makes you tick

My mind is like a bonfire,
It emits the most beautiful sparks and flames,
It dreads me with the burns and scolds,
It flows through me, and supports me.
Without one of these aspects, it would be less a fire,
and more a mythical fantasy, extinguished only by the stars of the night.

Love is a bonfire.
You have to start from the bottom, small kindling,
just start it, don't worry about where it goes, or how it works
just get a flame going.
And if one does, one will support it.
One will care for it, and nurture it with fuel, as well as admire it,
feel proud of it.
It is a task, an accomplishment, a necessity, an amazement.

Does anyone have a match?

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Death is like sex in highschool, because if you knew how many times you missed it, you'd be paralyzed.

Love is a bonfire.
You have to start from the bottom, small kindling,
just start it, don't worry about where it goes, or how it works
just get a flame going.
And if one does, one will support it.
One will care for it, and nurture it with fuel, as well as admire it,
feel proud of it.
It is a task, an accomplishment, a necessity, an amazement.

Does anyone have a match?[/i][/quote]

THIS IS SO TRUE AND WELL PUT. BLUE

Thanks, blue! I wrote it whilst thinking about a girl who i find very special to me, i'm trying to find the right poem in my head to give to her and let her know how i feel.

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Death is like sex in highschool, because if you knew how many times you missed it, you'd be paralyzed.