Of The World

September 17, 2009
Burning fire has no voice
Calling out my name
Running far away from heat
For life is but a game
Flames, they lick around my skin
Leaving wealts and skars
Running, yet I'm paralised
Starving within bars
Screaming strangers in my life
Never let them in
Leave me in my silent world
This game we never win
Hiding, breathing far from truth
Yet you shall never see
For this wall that I have built
Has kept you far from me

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aub13zzz said...
Jul. 9, 2010 at 10:35 pm

I love this poem! It's very deep... I love the personification of the flames and how they lick your skin. The only things I see are spelling errors...

wealts - welts

skars - scars

paralised - paralyzed; paralysed (the latter is chiefly a British term)

Otherwise, I absolutely love this poem! It has a dark kind of depth to it... I really enjoy your work!

If you get a chance, I'd love if you could check out some of my poems or stories? Than... (more »)

aub13zzz replied...
Jul. 9, 2010 at 10:35 pm
Sorry about that ^ I'm not sure what happened haha :) Maybe a glitch in the site? :D
sweet_silent_surenity replied...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 12:51 am

Thank you, and I will.


CherishFaith This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 28, 2009 at 4:36 pm
wow its realy realy good.
sweet_silent_surenity replied...
Jul. 9, 2010 at 3:27 pm
wow, you were my first ever comment, but i was new then so I didn't know that you could reply. Thank you so much.
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