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Fire in the schoolhouse
let it burn, let it burn
flames in a new house
tears in your eyes
you've lost hope
let it burn, let it burn.
I hate to see you so upset
in spite of me, I can't forget
the way I feel
Let it burn, let it burn...
For the knowledge I've found
what I've failed to see
how God is in you
and the same way, in me
and even those kids
who set fire to the schoolhouse
let it burn, let it burn
The knowing won't console
the dull ache in my heart
I can't say a word
of the things that I saw
the paint on the walls
music filters out
medicine through the halls
Let it burn, let it burn
My friend is afraid,
speaks in hushed tones.
My love is grieving,
and I am alone
I hope for redemption,
but I'm certain of yours, even though
you couldn't even say
so much as a "hello"....
I climbed the stairs and watched the music
as my life began to drain
for all my books and reading
the fears and doubts remain
Oh, love
let it burn, let it burn
Fire in the schoolhouse
whisper in the halls
let me play music
bleed out through the walls
hope for redemption
lie all alone
be my exception
I scream in hushed tones
Simplicity evaded
lack unsatisfied
fire in the schoolhouse
tears in your eyes
let it burn.
Stories I write
those I tell myself
deep in the mind
in sickness and health
devoted to myself
grief, worry, fear
please take my hope
don't you shed a tear
Simplicity lost
I can offer nothing
Let it burn, let it burn...
let it burn, let it burn
flames in a new house
tears in your eyes
you've lost hope
let it burn, let it burn.
I hate to see you so upset
in spite of me, I can't forget
the way I feel
Let it burn, let it burn...
For the knowledge I've found
what I've failed to see
how God is in you
and the same way, in me
and even those kids
who set fire to the schoolhouse
let it burn, let it burn
The knowing won't console
the dull ache in my heart
I can't say a word
of the things that I saw
the paint on the walls
music filters out
medicine through the halls
Let it burn, let it burn
My friend is afraid,
speaks in hushed tones.
My love is grieving,
and I am alone
I hope for redemption,
but I'm certain of yours, even though
you couldn't even say
so much as a "hello"....
I climbed the stairs and watched the music
as my life began to drain
for all my books and reading
the fears and doubts remain
Oh, love
let it burn, let it burn
Fire in the schoolhouse
whisper in the halls
let me play music
bleed out through the walls
hope for redemption
lie all alone
be my exception
I scream in hushed tones
Simplicity evaded
lack unsatisfied
fire in the schoolhouse
tears in your eyes
let it burn.
Stories I write
those I tell myself
deep in the mind
in sickness and health
devoted to myself
grief, worry, fear
please take my hope
don't you shed a tear
Simplicity lost
I can offer nothing
Let it burn, let it burn...
Literature
Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
Literature
Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Literature
Je Suis La Nuit
The night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadows
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
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I wrote this several months ago in school.
© 2012 - 2024 MelodieRox
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This is really really good. One of the best of yours I've read so far! Very, very nice job!