Done!

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Not the last paper.
Just studying for the exam tomorrow.

The last paper is not being handed in until tuesday.
I feel kinda bad about this.
It means I won't be going to my grandparents' house.
This kinda sucks.
Not totally. It means that I'll be able to work. This is good. And it means I won't have to sit in an over-crammed car (five-seater cars weren't actually made to sit five people. Certainly not on drives that last more than, say, half an hour...)

It means that I might be able to sew pillows for them. :-)




In other news: Poetry. :-)



Fire Water

Let me come in waves of love to wash your grief away,
And let me flow like blood in vein, like water from your side;
Beneath the Moon that pulls at you like pulling of the tide
You bathed in me to be reborn, your body taught to pray.

Love, will you come to me in flames, your passion be my spark,
And will you come to me with warmth, a soft wind from the south?
Burn into me, a spirit bright, a flamed tongue in my mouth
A sacred flame are you who set me dancing in the dark.

If I am water, let me fall like warm rain on your soil,
And if I’m water let me be the ocean that you swim.
Oh, say you’ll be my beacon when the light in me grows dim,
Your fire ignites my liquid soul; my Love, you make me boil.

Beloved, walk through flame to me, Baptis’d by your own fire;
And I, my love, will drown for you in Love’s well of desire.




Blood Red Love

Love is lasting, love is kind,
But passion yet is fleeting.
Still, I offer up my heart,
Dripping red and beating.

Will you cast my heart aside,
Your heart so unforgiving?
Or will you place it in my chest
And sew me up, still living?

I offer you my heart in trust,
I offer it with willing.
Will you accept my living love,
Or will you, love, be killing?




Kinda grusome. Any thoughts?

- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. (Off to photocopy stuff. Whee!)