Vines that Burn

October 13, 2009
By Quinten GOLD, Lubbock, Texas
Quinten GOLD, Lubbock, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"The mind was made to protect and guide, the heart was made to grant happiness."

These vines cross and winded choking my heart with longing effort.
This fire as red as my blood that seeps through my eyes burns infinitely.
I am cold yet never do I shiver with these emotions ignited.
Cry I do not for my screams remain silent in his abyss.
Rain falls cool to the touch on my boiled surface.
A sword of two edges pierces a fragile conscience.
I plunder in the power of sorrow.
Thriving on this peace full of serenity.
I call for this wound to heal on my battered soul.
No reply comes for hope has straggled me to no ends of return.
I stand yet in my mind I flow in a river of crimson.
A melody haunts my ear.
In it a repeating message of troubled, straining influence.
Echo to me a secret to this love that is spoken of.
I wish to learn of this holy, internal harmony.
To not crave but posses a glorifying gift.
Guide me to a place of no comprehension.
To a forum of peaceful solitude.

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