Category: Writers Block
I think back and still can recall,
How fire would immediately put my mind at ease as I would listen to the snow outside softly fall,
I would remember the sound as it sent a warm glow all the way from my head to my toes,
Why I got lost in it's light for hours I only would know,
I used to dream a million things as I would sit by it and dream away the hours,
I used to thinkwhen I was growing up as each time at holidays I would pretend with a single crackle I would have any kind of super power,
As I grew older, my dreams and memories began to change except for one special one,
To someday be kissed under the missel toe as the moon sailed away and I felt the rise of the sun!
Yeah, the fire goes out of my ass, into the toilet.
Is this about pyromania?
Bob
I have no right to judge poetry, but, is the asymmetrical meter on purpose?
Second poster has a crush on her. He post all the time on her post.
Just tell her? Smile.
He does, but perhaps should first learn how to talk to her in a way she will like to listen to. Guessing she does not want to hear such things as are in his posts.
Ah, the problems lovers face today.
Guess your right. Talking about his bowel movements, and plumbing fixtures, just doesn't seem romantic at all, but who knows!