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Poem 479

Member since 2002 · Posted 18 Jul 2002 · 5 comments

Stains on the wall Remind me of you Lighting our Guy Fawkes bonfire. Love of the flames Is an eviable trait I hid inside like a household pet. You burnt my old chair On which I used to sleep, Called for Petrol or paraffin. Meanwhile, I feel that our presence can cause nothing but death, It is while we watch the fire that we cease to draw breath.

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[6] nentwined 18-Jul-02/11:23 AM Reply

eviable?

[7] Christof 23-Sep-02/2:04 AM Reply

The last stanza is a bit obscure, i don't quite get the progression from what's gone before. But the central stanza is excellent

[6] Mutant_X 29-Sep-02/5:32 AM Reply

i liked the first part most of all

[1] jrtails 9-Oct-02/6:21 AM Reply

I agree this is an extremely gloomy prospect of a poem. Poetry is meant to be full of happiness and this is full of darkness, very dissapointing....

[9] Bachus 15-Jan-03/9:36 PM Reply

<Bachus enters the room soaking wet, nick! there's a typhoon outside...shit...my equipments soaked..well have to wait for it to dry out for an hour or two before my interview..> [actually i have to go play for some quick cash, be back in two hours..do forgive me...i want this exclusive to be well.. perfect.]