Blazed in Seattle

[EatItSucka]

The Ice chills breeze as we watch the leaves
The mind flaps its wings, ding ding ding
The Fire heat waves as we sit and blaze
The blood pumps its best, we'll just sit and rest

We create life in the form of sound
We destroy boundries by the pound
We shout and sing of good times
We start spitting, busting rhymes

Inhale, exhale, go pale? No sale
Slither as we wither, Fly as we die
Wiggle a pickle, no more, I tickle

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[eliselovesmusic]

It sounds a teeny tiny bit like a sex poem. :-p

haha But in saying that I really like it. It's my favourite that you've written so far (not because of the sex-poem comment but coz it made me laugh and it's witty)

[EatItSucka]

HA HA :-d

It's a first of its kind. I like to try a different style of writing every once in a while.

It's about My friend and I in Seattle. Good times...

[JimGray]

No.

[Chigwinkle]

pickle wiggling... nice.

[h0merg0mez]

This could be cool with music

[EatItSucka]

This could be cool with music
Does tho want to hear a tune
More potent than a woman's perfume?

[elysharae]

first i read it.
then i sang it.
it makes for a good song.

[leezer]

Inhale, exhale, go pale? No sale
Slither as we wither, Fly as we die
Wiggle a pickle, no more, I tickle

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Didnt like that part, the rest was quite good.