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the unseen
the unseen Posts: 372
edited November 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
dancing thru streets
painted frickpfisterer blue
trimmed in bainbridge white
littered with the fallen shade
of the passing summer
her mane twirling
in the gail force winds
that howl from the west
all she hears is a symphony
ringing in her ears
she carrys a pocketful of the season
to share with a friend
as the cresendo
reaches it's climax
she sees her spirit soar
above
beside
within
kissing her with it's shadow
while it glides
on a whisper wind
day-glo orange and purple
flicker before her eyes
kerosene tears
fuel the flames of passion
engulfed in a four alarm fire of love
she burns out of control
with a smile upon her face
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  • Radar(Baba)O'Riley
    Radar(Baba)O'Riley Posts: 947
    Is it hot in here or is it just the poem?
    I think it's the poem.
  • tenaciousA
    tenaciousA Posts: 604
    superfine

    man...
    ~all is full of love~
  • loveandrew-wood
    loveandrew-wood Posts: 131
    what the frick ?
  • BhagavadGita
    BhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    the UNSEEN

    I can see you in those lines.
  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    Originally posted by the unseen
    day-glo orange and purple
    flicker before her eyes
    kerosene tears
    fuel the flames of passion
    engulfed in a four alarm fire of love
    she burns out of control
    with a smile upon her face

    this part just gets me everytime i read it.

    my favorite so far. :) but i'm sure you have so much more to share, can't wait to read them.
  • lifeisworth
    lifeisworth Posts: 186
    Originally posted by the unseen

    above
    beside
    within
    kissing her with it's shadow
    while it glides
    on a whisper wind



    fuck yeah
    Nosotros nunca escuchamos la voz adentro
  • rise above
    rise above Posts: 71
    Originally posted by the unseen
    dancing thru streets
    painted frickpfisterer blue
    trimmed in bainbridge white
    littered with the fallen shade
    of the passing summer
    her mane twirling
    in the gail force winds
    that howl from the west
    all she hears is a symphony
    ringing in her ears
    she carrys a pocketful of the season
    to share with a friend
    as the cresendo
    reaches it's climax
    she sees her spirit soar
    above
    beside
    within
    kissing her with it's shadow
    while it glides
    on a whisper wind
    day-glo orange and purple
    flicker before her eyes
    kerosene tears
    fuel the flames of passion
    engulfed in a four alarm fire of love
    she burns out of control
    with a smile upon her face

    niiiiiiiiice
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