Category: Writers Block
I wrote this while in Spanish class in my senior year of highschool. I hope you enjoy.
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The world is on fire,
And your still here.
The switches are burning,
And you’re not near.
The failsafe locks have failed.
The paradoxical voice a whisper upon the smoke-filled winds,
Echoed back to me, amongst the chaos of sirens and flames.
You are not here,
The failsafe that would never die.
But you’re not dead.
You’re alive.
The mantra that follows me.
Oh, how the failsafe has failed.
And you have disappeared.
There is no justification,
No logic for it all.
The world is still burning,
And I my friend will fall.
The locks weren’t so safe, now were they?
My quiet corner is now gone.
Burned to ash.
And the failsafe locks have been destroyed.
The signals now crossed beyond repair.
For you were my failsafe.
…Hay Hay TORICO me neighbor *huggers chicka
Wow, a fire, and that's what I was thinking of when I wrote this. Burning people, places, etc. I don't know girl, pain was in this yes, but more an anger that something so dear could be taken away so quickly.
Never-the-less, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Take care,
Cortney
Hey Cort Cort,
…I am a hearin’ ya about the anger and all…I think that is what is so neat about great writings is in that they can be taken on different levels by different persons, each making application as how the writing fits into their own personal life-style. Further what is neater yet are persons like yourself where various thots may be expressed and it is like “o.k. no problem …maybe not quite where I was when I wrote the writings but yea I catch your drift, your meaning.”
Connie