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Heavy Hearts of FireWith heavy heart in hand,Heavy Hearts of Fire by ~Ibringyouasong
I feed it to the fire;
This desolate spit of earth,
where men meet in violence
and souls clash upon shores of thought;
Here I bring bells of white
that smell of fresh valleys;
Clouds skim the top of mountains
like hands passing over graves;
Kings bury princes for kingdoms
and the winds come to steal
the only laments people can offer;
I have walked with bare feet
over the backs of rocks to come here,
to place tokens of prayer
on all patches of unmarked ground,
and though the gift I bear
is by no means divine or sparse,
these white bells ring with my voice
for each prince who won't be crowned;
Medieval poisionous black

Katie GreavesKatie GreavesKatie Greaves by ~Ibringyouasong
Sits and watches as the train leaves;
In and out, in and out,
Dark tunnel to no-light at the end.
Katie Greaves
Sits on a bus going nowhere,
Rain pouring and mist curling,
Takes out her notebook and breathes.
Katie Greaves
Sits in a car as the engine heaves,
Gazes at the world going by,
And makes guesses at life.
Katie Greaves
Sits in the airport and looks at white;
Blue, blue, blue - deeper than space,
Makes a circle around his face and believes.
Katie Greaves
Sits on a boat that rocks as it weaves
There’s the sunset - all gold,
And down by the head she goes.
She has fingers that itch like spiders
To walk along the

Romeo + JulietRomeo + Juliet by ~Ibringyouasong
Romeo + Juliet
Shakespeare had it wrong;
Love does not swell in red and silver,
But blooms with blacks and blues;
Or, if it should bleed rouge and mist,
Let it be from the tip of a pen.
Ah, the pen;
Yes, a pen,
The vampire of ink,
How lovely the writing seems;
And within a sonnet, proclaim it well,
But love; true love, love,
Love is not that way;
Can be written and read and versed
As well as one should please;
If one should please it though,
Let the truth be known;
Love is like grasping fingers on a throat,
Like a choking grip on the wrist,
And there the colorful stains remain
- where all the world can see,
And they are p

Let Me Sing My Song For YouLet me sing my song for youLet Me Sing My Song For You by ~Ibringyouasong
Words that glow like golden meteors
Falling and scattering around your fingertips
Let me sing my song for you
Heavenly notes that rush together like a clear, unfurling river
Twisting around your throat, chest, and stomach
Let me sing my song for you
Whispering melodies of the sweetest winds
Touching your ear and tousling your hair
Let me sing my song for you
Dreamy composition that sighs into color
Painting your red mouth in sweet, chaste kiss
Let me sing my song for you
Choir sung that brings forth the roses and vines
Tracing the bones of your wrists, the flesh of your palms
Let me sing my song for
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