Brooke Hippie

Rookie (somewhere around 16 years ago, and im definately not dead yet bro~ / treetopparadise)

Bonfires And Gypsie Balls - Poem by Brooke Hippie

Bonfire smoke fills my lungs
as the peace paint is softly applied to my skin
tie on my paper jewelry

and rise to the sound of the guitar
spread my wings and fly
fly fly fly around the magnificent campfire

the gypsie spirits steal my soul
and i become an animal
running wild

free
listening to the wind chimes
and making a rythm with my harmonica

i steal chickens and set them free
after a long night of gypsy parties
i creep into my tree fort

hoping the cops wont come to get me
and find me this wack
i cant even keep my eyes open

so i dream
dream on
dreamweaver

weave me a dream of feathers and love
of color and music
and silver raindrops

to clean me up
and put me in heaven here on earth

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010


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