The original title is "A [th]ong of ice and fire", wherein [th] represents the thorn character, which this website rejects.
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet
I hungered for biscuits So crinkly and crumbly A savoury crack; O, I was hungry. Took hold of the handles,
soak me in your atmosphere till all my stains disappear let me drown in your euphoria
I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Is that a glance I see? I shall correct my behavior Although I am uncertain what Wrong I’m doing. Perhaps, they are so unlike me
Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…