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   Of course the day after I promise to post everyday my family practically blows up. Trying to hold it together. I didn’t get the chance to take a breather let alone write, but here’s an old, silly poem I wrote awhile ago because I don’t want to give up. I’m worried, and honestly scared, but I will not let that control me. We will be okay. 

Trying to sway my hands in a way that somehow seems melodic. 

You watch me enchanted as I utter condolences to that iguana who died last week.

I know he thinks I’m fancy but really I’m ok. 

Because that iguana didn’t care if his tail was on fire, he barely felt a thing.

So why do you expect me to keep on singing when I’m just like that stupid iguana.

Spinning in circles amazed at the flames burning me alive.


I wanted to add that I thought I was pretty edgy back then, but honestly I can’t say I wouldn’t write something similar today and also think it was extremely edgy, so. What can you doooo.

7 thoughts on “Flames

  1. Your words definitely had an edge to them! Love the image you conjure of an iguana with “his tail…on fire…spinning in circles.” Your explanation at the end made me laugh.

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    1. I still remember the attitude in which I wrote this one. I was sixteen, and *pissed* about something, and I wanted to write something “edgy but darkly humorous” LOL. So much drama. But I’m glad you liked it and that my explanation made you laugh!

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      1. Yes, I know what you mean. I still get a moment of anxiety when I press the “Publish” button. Thankfully, you can always edit your posts or take it down if it really bothers you. Nothing is permanent here unless you want it to be. 🙂

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