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So I was rummaging through old files and I came across a poem I wrote. I remember writing it, and I know I wasn't in an emo mood, I guess I was writing it in..4th person? Writing it as an emo writer writing it...get it? In other words, it just kinda came out of nowhere. Don't worry, I'm not suicidal or anything. This isn't a cry for attention. I'm actually quite happy in my life right now. Perhaps some of the happiest I've ever been!
Oh and my viola has a doctor's appointment so she'll be getting fixed soon I hope. It really was fairly traumatic the night it happened (when i posted), but I'm ok now.
Without further ado, I present to you: "Ember" (I'll find a date for it later..my guess is 2004)
Ashen I fall,
Fall hard, it’s always best.
The matchstick man
Beckoned to me.
Grooming his
Plumage of Flame.
As my tears lap up
The last of the crimson embers
I shiver.
As the last ember fades,
I put on my boots
And quietly walk amongst the snow.
Come to think of it, I think I wrote this cuz my grandma was soliciting poetry for the family album and this was the best I could do without sounding dorky or such. My attempt at being an emotional writer.
Oh and my viola has a doctor's appointment so she'll be getting fixed soon I hope. It really was fairly traumatic the night it happened (when i posted), but I'm ok now.
Without further ado, I present to you: "Ember" (I'll find a date for it later..my guess is 2004)
Ashen I fall,
Fall hard, it’s always best.
The matchstick man
Beckoned to me.
Grooming his
Plumage of Flame.
As my tears lap up
The last of the crimson embers
I shiver.
As the last ember fades,
I put on my boots
And quietly walk amongst the snow.
Come to think of it, I think I wrote this cuz my grandma was soliciting poetry for the family album and this was the best I could do without sounding dorky or such. My attempt at being an emotional writer.