Everyday fleeting myself
Shells are so breakable but
then they become sharp edges
and I know how to act dead
and this is going to be a long day
So, here I go, going for the rain
paddles and mud, and gales.
Don't they know that
it's waste of time for them, if
keep trying to make me feel down
I know how to be emotionless
and stand again and again.
I got this flame going with the rhythms
going with the body's trapped blood stream.
Oh, I love all this game,
People think that they've known the best
but they've gaining the fails.
Let the fire rage,
Crimson flames, I love it-
how it sells to the vanishing trends.
I'm the one without heart, you could say when,
In the world all jumping in love with the
Devil, who looks like angel.
I'm the one without heart , you could say,
jumping in to colene
of crimson flame
But fire doesn't burn other fire.
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Clear and bright
going to see it soon
What's left in here to
be cured with love again,
after hundred years.
I will be still there,
In the ashes,
In the air flares.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
