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Post by zster on Feb 6, 2005 17:00:28 GMT -8
I shall posteth my poems here. One sec...
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Post by zster on Feb 6, 2005 17:02:43 GMT -8
Quoth the Z:Fire
The mysteries the lies
The secrets deep inside
All hiding in the dark
Just like a game of hide and seek
Inside a child's mind
What is it we try to hide
Why don't we let it out
Stop the burning in our mind?
Because we're all afraid
The dark things will snatch and steal
And let the fire spread
But is it really worth it
To burn
To burn
To burn
The life that lies inside?
--Z
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Post by zster on Feb 6, 2005 17:06:42 GMT -8
[fonts=1]Quoth The Z:Tea
A small cup sits on the table
Sweet aroma fills the air
Walking close towards it
Suddenly you're warm
Lifting it up to your lips
Taking one sweet succulent sip
Bang, oh the flavour
Of this one sweet tea
--Z//
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Post by Ramona on Feb 7, 2005 8:32:15 GMT -8
Fire:
It was an awesome poem, but, now it might be just me, but the line "why don't we let it out..." just seemed to break the rhythm a bit.
Tea:
Polar. I always loved poems that made something beautiful out of something 'ordinary.' Forgive me for saying this, but i do believe it could be elaborated upon a tad.
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