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Sep 23, 2014 04:55PM
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Oh, how can one simple item be so terrifying?
Those blank white pages,
Nothing to bathe it in black ink,
Only my pen-
Why can’t I think, think of anything?
That book.
Still sitting there, empty.
Empty as my pen,
The ink all used up,
And yet-
I am too scared.
Yes, that book.
Shove it away, save it for tomorrow,
Forget it, leave it, leave it be.
But each day I look upon it, it is so white, so blank-
I try, truly I try…
But I am a coward.
Oh, that book.
Still sitting there, day after day,
Dust settling on its covers,
Worms making homes between its pages.
Can I, will I?
Could I try?
Bring me that book.
Yes, that one,
The blank one, the empty one,
The one I was too scared to try.
But this time, this time I will.
I can, and I will.
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That one is a keeper for sure! It's beautifully simple, but paints a vivid picture in my head. Great job Ruby!
I really like it! You have talent!!! ((I still like "Whipped Cream" better XD))
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Dang, that was beautiful. *Wipes tear*
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*wipes tear*
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Rubyfirewoods12=^.^= wrote: "A book.Oh, how can one simple item be so terrifying?
Those blank white pages,
Nothing to bathe it in black ink,
Only my pen-
Why can’t I think, think of anything?"
I love it! ^w^
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YAY!!!
Thanks sooooooooooooooooooooo much!!!!
That is, like, the only good poem I've written. Ever.
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Rubyfirewoods12=^.^= wrote: "Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!"You're very welcome! ^w^
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I like the poem very much. I read it over two weeks ago; I must have been hibernating not to praise it sooner.
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Wow, thank you so much!!!
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Pinpricks of scarlet,
Surrounded by a mountain of blackness.
Specks of crimson,
Enveloped in darkness.
Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, Fading out.
The fire’s done,
It’s over now.
Now all’s quiet,
There’s only silence.
No more deafening crashes,
No more terrible wailing.
It had been so loud,
So loud, so fierce, so tortuous, so tormenting.
First the fire, then the flame,
Then the heat, then the blaze.
Yells erupted from the dark,
Screams pierced the shadows, shrill and shark.
The sudden burst of light,
Blinding, horrifying, screaming light.
Roaring and raging through the darkness,
Leaping at everything wooden, iron, or metal structure in sight.
Buildings fell,
Houses collapsed.
Workshops crumpled,
Schools gave way.
Families fled,
People deserted.
Mothers ran, newborns in their arms,
Cries rang through the night.
Nowhere was safe,
The flames found every hole, every hutch.
No place to hide, no place to go,
No place to leave, no place to know.
Finally it died,
The flames gave way,
Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, Fading out.
The wind blew it away,
The water washed its fiery fingers from sight.
Only smouldering coals and smoking wood,
Amidst the ashen skeletons of the once- glorious,
Once- magnificent,
Once- triumphant,
Once- Impressive,
Once- full homes, houses, shops, and schools.
But now the buildings are gone,
Homes, houses, shops, schools.
Lives have been lost,
Lives of people, places, animals, memories.
Nothing is left,
Nothing but smoke and ash, horror
and despair.
No light, no hope,
No faith, no fact.
No hounds no cats,
No husbands, no wives.
No sons, no daughters,
No love, no laughter.
Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, fading out.
Now the only reminders of the Great Fire,
Are the coals burning bright in the ashes of the
night.
Pinpricks of scarlet,
Surrounded by a mountain of blackness.
Specks of crimson,
Enveloped in darkness.
Dieing down, blowing out,
Fading in, fading out.
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Thanks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like I said, still in construction
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What thread were you going to post that on really -_-
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Oh this poem is magnifique Ruby! I LOVE IT!!
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There I was.
I was there,
She was I.
We are one,
One are we.
We are as many as we want to be.
I am light, she is dark.
She is light, I am dark.
I am Luna,
She is Nyx.
I am Nyx,
She is Luna.
Here I am,
There I was.
I was there,
She was I.
We are one,
One are we.
We are as many as we want to be.
Dress of white,
That I have.
Or dress of black,
That I have.
I have both,
Both are mine.
Ribbons at my waist,
Or ribbons on my arm.
Crow at my knee,
Flakes of snow could be there.
Here I am,
There I was.
I was there,
She was I.
We are one,
One are we.
We are as many as we want to be.
Clouds surround us,
Surround us they do.
Me and my sister,
My sister and me.
Sitting atop the crescent moon,
Or sitting beside the full.
I am doing both,
She is doing both.
We both are doing both.
Flowing dresses,
Or torn silk.
Both I have, for different occasions,
She has both for separate events.
We are one.
One are we.
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THANK YOU
+squints at alice+
