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Sep 30, 2008
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burning towards it
hit or miss
I take up what I was trying to say
like the shirt on my floor
I keep on stepping on
or ignore it like the guys date upstairs.
i tell myself its seasonal
let me explain, I try
to make the writing burn
the only time I agreed with a certain religious lecture
was when he said meeting God was like meeting
fire. and we have to burn at the same rate
like a match.
a paper would light,
but fire does not burn fire.
the sun makes us blind
we just slowly move towards what
we try to meet. while I thought he should be able to meet
anyone.
on secular grounds
the rest made sense.
I take up what I was trying to say
like the shirt on my floor
I keep on stepping on
or ignore it like the guys date upstairs.
i tell myself its seasonal
let me explain, I try
to make the writing burn
the only time I agreed with a certain religious lecture
was when he said meeting God was like meeting
fire. and we have to burn at the same rate
like a match.
a paper would light,
but fire does not burn fire.
the sun makes us blind
we just slowly move towards what
we try to meet. while I thought he should be able to meet
anyone.
on secular grounds
the rest made sense.
— whitetea, Sep 30, 2008
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easylife_2
17 years 8 months ago
whitetea
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IKnowNoBox
17 years 8 months ago
I begin to understand this poem
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