Fire.

by ALEX   May 28, 2007


Kerosene wishes, they rush through her head.
Flames all around her... dancing shoes filled with lead.

The smoke in her bedroom is thickening, fast.
It seems like her fate, is in wrought-iron cast.

Pyrotic intentions, conceding, she's doomed.
All that careful planning, one match and it's ruined.

So mothers warn children, and children warn friends;
Do not play with fire, it won't happily end.

4/20/07

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  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    "Pyrotic intentions, conceding, she's doomed.
    All that careful planning, one match and it's ruined."- great lines.
    Excellently written and unique poem.
    Well done. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Fsams

    Wow Parker this is a superb write. Its very well penned and outstanding with a sheer powerful lexical quality. Your metaphors and imagery is so well put in this piece. Loved your descriptions. MAx 5/5 sure.

    TC with love
    Fsams

  • 17 years ago

    by Ike Dizzle

    This is great. You use a lot of big words lol. Great though. 5/5
    -vino

  • 17 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Short sweet and to the point. the whole time i was picturing this. it reminded me simply of arsonist(s/p?).

    good job.

  • 17 years ago

    by xxSnow Angelxx

    Wow!...great message....short but u've conveyed the message well n to the point..
    Great work...
    Kp writing!
    xxPoojaxx

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