The Bonfire

Night fast approaching.

Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.

An elegant bird rising destined to fall.

Then a light.

Small yet growing fast.

Then in a second the bird catches.

Burning as bright as the sun.

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GhostSlayer

VT

15 years old

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  • Poetry

    By GhostSlayer

    The Limit

    I reach my limit from time to time.

    whether it be at school or at home.

    I reach the limit of what my brain can handle.

    All of the noise of life becomes too much and I need to take a break.

    I need to turn my ears off.

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