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Fighting Fire With Gasoline by Erica Ivory Tuesday, February 22, 2005 Not rated by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan

Talking to the wall... Until you turned your head.. Saw your eyes.. Saw that deadly spark You can't hide.. Told me this life just wasn't for you.. I keep on trying .. But what can I do? I keep talking to the wall.. Fighting fire with gasoline.. Can't stop this fire.. Sparks ignite from your eyes.. Loves pain is your inferno No place left hide.. Fire running through my veins.. My love is burning out.. I know you feel the same. My heart is black.. From years of your arson attacks.. Crumbling like charcoal.. As you burn the very essence of who I am.. Deep within my soul.. The love is gone.. Yet you stay.. It is up to me to walk away. Can't keep talking to the wall.. Fighting fire with gasoline.. Can't let you keep burning me.. Must have you out of my life.. Time to heal from our arson fights. These eyes will have cried enough tears To drown the memories of those painful years. Free from walls Free from fire.. Free from your burning desires.

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Reviewed by William Haynes	3/12/2005

very clever, I very much enjoyed this. elliott




Reviewed by jude forese	2/25/2005

it's always wise to know when to run from a fire ...




Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J	2/23/2005

Still seeing that guy, Erica? nice vent. Hope all is well with you. Love from India - Joel -




Reviewed by Tinka Boukes	2/22/2005

Powerful write Erica!! Love Tinka




Reviewed by Sherry Heim	2/22/2005

There is a lot of strength in this piece, Erica. When there is nothing left to salvage, it is best to move on and live your life for yourself. You are only granted so much time and to spend it in a burnt out relationship, for the sake of saying you did, is a waste of a lifetime. Excellent write! Take care, Sherry




Reviewed by Kate Clifford	2/22/2005

Wow! Powerful painful write with a strong positive ending.




Reviewed by John Bidwell	2/22/2005

As one set free, it is a different world-such a different world. John




Reviewed by Lori Moore	2/22/2005

Nice write. I agree with Sue.




Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)	2/22/2005

I must say that both Dave and Sue put it very well.




Reviewed by Dave Harm	2/22/2005

The Bible says that you have to lose it, to find it. Like Sue stated sometimes you have to quit - to win. 12-step groups say you need to surrender, before a new life can begin. Very empowering write...




Reviewed by Fritz Barnes	2/22/2005

Oh, boy....don't know if this is autobiographical or not, but speaking as one who has just escaped from almost 20 years of that same living death, I can attest that it rings true.




Reviewed by A PAX	2/22/2005

this is a poem of empowerment pax A




Reviewed by Sue Hess	2/22/2005

sometimes you just have to quit. good poem