Frivolous Fire

Frivolous Fire

A Poem by ¥Miss.¥ §Me§

Dancin' to the rhythm of the beat
Unchanging love for everyone they meet
No remorse
No guilt
No pain could they feel
Frivolous Fire
Bend to their will.

The screams so loud
A petrifying sound
They danced
They yelled
Oh, the joy they felt!

No remorse 
No guilt
No pain they could feel
They had claim of all that was ill
Playing games
Loving everyone they met

No one could understand the Joy they possessed
They danced, and laughed
No worries as they spent
There very last day
Playing with Frivolous Fire

No remorse
No guilt
No pain did they feel
As Frivolous Fire consumed their young hearts...

Mothers wept
Holding on to one another
They cried silently
Couldn't blame one another

The fire was still 
Laughing
Joyously at their pain
And as one Mother faced the terror she felt
She saw her lost child so happy still

Frivolous Fire began a new game
Giving back the love that they all craved
The Mothers Danced and rejoiced
At the illusion

With their children they danced...
Bending the will of the Frivolous Fire.

© 2012 ¥Miss.¥ §Me§


Author's Note

¥Miss.¥ §Me§
When I wrote this I was really thinking of the cycle illusions can give, and just how strong the human mind can be, hard to explain really. I hope you like it, please comment. :) Thank You.

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I agree with my brother. This is really good :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is such an awsome piece of writing... I adore this!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on January 24, 2012
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¥Miss.¥ §Me§

I live in my heart <3 , KS



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My name is Patricia Diane Anderson (meaning Noble, Divine, Son of Andrew hee hee...) I was born August 1st of 1995 in Kansas city, Kansas and I am 16 years old. I am the first child of my moth.. more..

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