PLEASE READ LAST ENTRY!
I wrote this one after Fort Ticonderoga. Somebody in our group's tent caught on fire. Nothing left.
Fire
I stood,
Chatting idly
I heard screams
Frantic calls;
I saw electric orange
A glow that illuminated trees and canvas.
There were people running
There were flames leaping
Ducking and weaving a dance of malicious destruction.
A little ball of golden heat
Destroyed two lives that night-
And all the while
People yelling
From sheer panic-
FIRE! FIRE!
the girl
i'm lorelai. brown hair. tall. 15 years old. bisexual and proud of it. wiccan. coffee & cereal addict. creative. lives for music and friends. irish. wants to fuck craig parker and keith. make fair trade. want more? see my eljay
loves
steal away. coldplay. stars. christie. music. friends. cutting. piano. magic. shoes. reading. lotr. harry potter. writing. piercings. tattoos. swearing. true love. my sisters
loves
school. liars. matt. people who think they're 'all that'. abercrombie. boy bands. hilary duff. rap music. commercials. homophobics. hot weather. unrequited love. jerks. lawn work. pain.