[COLOR="Red"]The Fire[/COLOR]
The fire is a window
A window to life and death
It is like a crystal ball that
You see what you want to

The fire is in every day life
But not every one knows
The fire’s secret

I know it
Jest me
And now you.

It is hot and bitter cold
So don’t touch it
It’s a window
Of all of us.

It’s like we are
Trees with any leaves.

We can’t really see it
Unless we use are
Imagination.
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[COLOR="DarkOrange"]Door[/COLOR]
Doors people go in
And out
I stay in
You stay out
Like we are in
Cages apart
Sad as can be
Trying to reach
To one other
But can’t

Not sleeping
Or eating
Jest trying
To reach
Each other.
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[COLOR="Navy"]Morning Star[/COLOR]
The morning star is like some raisins in my
Oatmeal that make my day bright.

I almost always think about the night
But I still have the morning star in
My heart
That is always red and hot.

But I never know that it would
Always be morning even when
It’s dark so I stay up thinking about
Night still I let the morning star
Set.
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[COLOR="Purple"]Ode to you[/COLOR]
You make my day be reading this
You help me feel needed
You are the one the helps me out
You are my mom
That teaches me
All my subjects
And now you my mom
Are my dream to follow my dream
Jest like you did.
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Hope[/COLOR]
Hope is the thing that is like a bird.
Hope is when someone leaves
it comes when you need it but is is
The thing with feathers.
Hopef is in all
Hope is me and you
Even if it is all gone we still have a little
Even if we don't see it.
Hope is the thing that we can't see
Hope is the thing that is like a bird.

[U][COLOR="DarkRed"]I did:I am[/COLOR][/U]

I wanted to do this
I pushed
I don't remember afterwords
I leave and come
I hate and love
I see and don't
I cues and clean
I make and destroy
I live and hide
I have and don't
I want and get
I have this and don't
I need and don't
I hate it
I love it
I give it and reserve it
I found it
I gave it
I am the peacer
I am the helper
I am the joker
I am the lover
I am the caretaker
I am the jester
I am jest me.

[U][COLOR="Cyan"]Her Story[/COLOR][/U]

She was Thirteen
She was saving grace
She got to ride her first
Bike.
She thought it was great.

Now she is run
Run from the ones
Who harmed her.

She is riding a lovely Motorcycle.
No one really knows her
But she stays to herself.

Why does she like to be alone?
Does it make it easier to run.

Let this be free.
She has always known
She is a Biker
Her name is Biker

Let me tell you a little secret
She loves everything but she
Is mute.
Yes,
She can not talk. she doesn't know how.
No one realized this but she is one good
friend.
Biker
Where have you been?
Biker
Why are you always running?
Let me know when you want
to listen
to my story about you.



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I walk Through the valley of
Death and hear nothing at all
I walk up the Highway
Going home and see life
I am going home, sweet home
There is no place for me here.

Let me be free
It is hard to walk
After you learn to fly.
Nice and at ease
Is the best Things
that i wait for.
I think the silence of the
World to be at peace is
A verry hard thing to do.

we are always at war.
We don't know why
Or to live any other way.

Change is hard as well.
It is like Putting sugar in
A bleeding cut.

Or superglue on a soda
can and giving it to your friend.

This is now, Medusa Flame's poetry Blog. The Poetry might be good and probably OK and maybe horrific.:):)

Hi. I know I hven't doing this for a while but I don't really care. I am doing spanish this your so I am pretty good although I am failing the class because I can not figure out how to pronouns every thing. But that is really it so bye.