Is there no star will lend me its fire? For I’m cold, so terribly cold. My teeth chatter, my skin pales And as I lie there, shivering and shouting For help, in vain, I could do with the memories And the warmth they contain…
Is there no star will lend me its fire? For I’m hot, so stiflingly hot. My eyes water, my skin reddens And as I lie there, burning and sweating, And as my vision fades, and my limbs tire, I could do with the light That accompanies their cold fire.
HI guys! I'm Pooja, and let me first tell you that it took a LOT of courage, encouragement and coaxing from my friends and family to let me display my works to others' criticism. I started writing when I was thirteen, a short poem about my 2 day old nephew, and from then on, the pen has never been put down. I also write novels and short stories, and am about 1 step away from being published. I am a dilettante, and I fervently wish to be a teacher one day, spreading the joy of reading and writing. I'm quite boring, actually, so let me finish with this favourite quote of mine:“I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.” -- Joss Whedon
Sometimes the ice burns, a fish moves in your eyes. The ubiquity was at lowest level, nothing was visible in sun. Mission crawl in the crotch does not find any fever. The golden cave has caved in. Moon will find
A classic combination, a fairytale foretold Dragons save princesses from knights in shining armor Their lungs behold a blazing anger, protecting your gold Convincing eyes always fool me a defining charmer Fire rages Let it breathe, listen to the crackling
flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games
My daughter’s face appearing in charcoal, her sunshine smile bursting from the black. Creativity soothes me like a drug, anticipating the heartfelt thanks I do not deserve. I will seem special, a façade, a falsehood, a temporary reprieve. The heightened