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You are my love
You are my dove
You are the only one whom I want to keep in my heart
You are the liar
You are the fire
You are the only one who made me weep in my hard
You were my law
If you stop now, then what was the point of all of this in the first place?
Because you can't quit now when you are this close to finishing the race.
Even if it seems like there is no finish line in sight,
It was so dark, so cold; always the same
till spark, till pain made fiery flames.
Crimson, flaxen colors disgrace my face
as fizz and hiss, they burn one like a lace.
Hate is vileHate doesn't smileHate is rough and toughAnd sips bad stuff.
Hate hitsHate spitsFire, fireIn the dire drier.
You tried your best to break me,
You thought you could shake me.
You wanted to try and fight me,
You thought you had defeated me.
You thought you had me knocked down,
It took me a long time to realize that the thing that is keeping you going is not always something that you are able to see,
And that even when everyone else is against you, you can not allow them to deter you from who you want to be.
Below Fire’s hairs, there he sat
on mortal Wood’s structure
to chant and chat
with Heaven’s charming cheer
Of Earth born and all shall return
We age till of the urn we yearn
Of Air we need and of that we plead
Knowing that soon of pain be freed
Of Fire aroused ire, soon all shall tire
My senior year of high school I joined the school’s swim team
Not because I particularly liked the idea of spending my afternoons
mindlessly swimming laps in a public pool.
Or the smell of chlorine in my hair
If you can, sunshine, look up at the sky.
There you'll see stars, and this all will pass by.
Our world is on fire, but just hold on tight.
I'll sing to you, sugar. Our last lullaby.
You can’t burn some memories
Fire becomes them
Til they darken like ash
Blowing in the smoke she exhales
But do not breathe them in
Do not step in the ash
Or the flames for that matter
You broke your back at your home in January of 2016 when you fell.You were the last surviving cast member of "On The Buses" but now you have died as well.You also starred in "Beautiful Thing" and "What's Up Nurse!"
Bones creak as I riseTo dim gray morning light.Stumbling across the floorCrimson life from my lip takes flight.
My life was a book I had left on the shelf
A story I always said I would read
Collecting dust and coffee stains
Although I don’t even like coffee
But then I met you.
And for the first time,
Feuer der Liebe, das brennt und zerstört
Feuer, Feuer das wehtut
Höllenfeuer, das flucht
Töten und Tod verursachen.
Fuego de amor que quema y destruye
Fuego, fuego que duele
Fuego del infierno que maldice
Mata y causa la muerte.
So you ask me why I hate you
And all I can muster is "because"
You ask me because why
And I tell you "because I don't"
Well you don't what
"I don't hate you and that makes me hate you"
FIRE & DESIRE
Mon, 06/20/2021 - 5:34 pm
By Debi Lyn
Unquenchable fire
shall surely conspire
i breathe the smoke you exhale,
fill my lungs with scorching embers.
the gasoline left a fiery trail,
your blazing temper never fails.
I am the kerosene that awaits the spark
For you I will burn high and reach the sky
I will burn a village or two from hilltop and back
Can you imagine the damage and destruction we can do?
My heart holds passions that burn bright as fire
But my eyes holds a stare cold as ice
My determination is as steady as a roaring fire
But my smile reveals knowing but frigid ice
Hate swelled up inside me,
choking me,strangling me,
hiding myself from behind it
i could only stand and watch as i bellowed
and shout at my friend.
I heard me abuse him,
Every nun wears a ring
Brides of god
an astonishing act,
as if deception of hell
came true with bush marks
and artists cheering
Rain is wetting windows,
but what about trees
The lights of the city glide within me
but do not pierce through me with their glitter
deep in me there still persists the black depths
of the black history i hear singing
When i was stumbling
in the dark,confused
and crying out for help,
this friendly fello seemed amused;
And while i fought like anything
to keep the candle lit
he cheerfully reviewed
Yo your name is Holly oh Golly She's a materialistic bitch she knows the sitch I'm an up and caming Raper I spit clean I spit mean I'm a mothefucking mashine She didn't like me before But now she all flirty Come and get ready Cause my bars so dirt
you tried to teach me that I am made of air
quiet, docile, not to be noticed
it wasn't until you tried to burn me at the stake
that I found out I am made of
There’s a devil kneeling at my heels
and an angel bowing low before me.
One burns bright and blinding,
the other burns strong and lasting.
I want you so much it physically hurts.
I would do anything for you.
I would go anywhere with you.
Don't you see?
No other woman could please you
Or love you like I can.
But it wont matter.
What can I say to you, America?
You crumble in barren grieving flames.
That health, that unity, that potent pride,
I find myself awake at this hour.
I can’t sleep.
Monsters crawl across the floor.
Shadows haunt the edges of my vision.
Demons hang from the ceiling.
All I am is a shadow
A whisper of smoke in a dim room
The smell of gasoline on couches and chairs
I am the match that calls from the box
in the drawer
in the kitchen
in the home you forgot was yours
Am I an effigy? A solid statue for you to practice attraction or affliction? Building me up with words and sweet gifts. Reasons to make me forget that the fire is coming. Filling my head with straw that I was convinced you picked just for me.
Your smile is cherry stalks
and Firefruit.
It both burns and drunkens
me with its smoky scent.
Your heart is the floating embers
that pass so close, it's alarming.
Your eyes look into mine,
My fire comesfrom mother's joywho waddles and standson bending knee, breaking backfor the joy of me.I am inspired. My fire sparksfrom your heart and mine
Scarlet flames of fire
dance across my fingers.
The light cannot harm me,
for I am its master.
Fire bends to my will,
and dies at my command.
The dark can't consume me,
She is like a fire
Beautiful and bright
Dangerous if you get too close
Yet beautiful to sight
She is like a fire
Burning and gold
Independent, determined, mischevious, and bold
The flame has a life of its own
Mysteriously ignited by the fuel of existence and
Set ablaze by the quaintness of the world’s wonders,
Wee beginnings as a single spark in a pit of ember
At a time a young mother and her secrets knew,
that a infant boy in her life where counted days in few.
A priest helped her to put the child into an orphanage he knew,
And he saw
The light in my eyes,
He saw I was trying,
I was holding on tight.
Once I felt freedom,
Now I feel too much.
If I had to choose if I’d rather have the world end in fire or ice, I would choose ice.
At least for now.
If I had to choose if I’d rather have the world end in fire or ice, I would choose ice.
At least for now.
The reason people turn cold is because the body can no longer handle the fire constantly suffocating us from the inside.
We've learned the more you scream the more smoke invades our lungs, choking our voice.
i’m supposed to be doing homework,
but how can i focus on vectors when i’m picturing you on the edge,
fire out of your control and closing in?
will i be enough for you
Hazed silence/
Hazed silence of the drip of water/
Hot steam trails that hit the frigid pavement/
Heavy pants of closure
A dazzling Gleam of wonderous joy
Such a dangerous yet entertaining toy
The fire dances a whimsical jig
It leaps and sparks and grows to be big.
Man needs fire as fire needs fuel
WALLS silently whisper to me all the time
We Are Loyal Listening Stations for a lifetime
Some days I feel like a burning candleLong forgotten and wearing thinUntil finally I run outUntil finally I drown myselfUntil finally my light goes outAnd it’s all my fault
Never be afraid to turn away from the past.Never be afraid to burn the bridges.Some people can only grow once their roots are nothing but ashes.Like a pine sapling after a raging wildfire.
You say I'm like water
That can mean many things
Water can be smooth and calm
Gentle, cool to the touch
Water doesn't stay in one place
It doesn't settle down much
The sun is an unforgiving demon in the sky.
It sends beams of heat at me, hoping I will die.
It stares at me all day, hidden beneath a tree.
Sometimes I’m a sexually repressed nun who fell for someone outside the faith,
A guy carrying multiple, heavy bags of groceries for someone who won’t return the favor,
In beat with the sound of the lyre,
On a beautiful nights,
We made our love shine brighter,
Our fears taking flight.
The next day,
"I'm leaving you"
Was all you had to say.
time marches forward
reality's fire consumes-
dreams go up in smoke
© 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved
***Poetry notes:4/26/2018
Poetry form: Senryu
Can you smell the smoke?
like the smell of summer nights we can barely remember,
sitting in circles around a glowing red light.
Do you hear the distant crackle?
The howling hiss of the night sky,
Ever Glowing embers in the distance,
Ashes falling like toxic snow.
Footsteps down the stairs,
When the fire in you stops burning,
You'll see the destruction you have created.
It can never be replaced,
But it can be rebuilt into something new.
November 19, 2017, at 1:29 in the morning, my heart was broken and restored, all in the same moment in time.
That night is imprinted in my memory, and on my hip, in stark black ink.
I did not choose to lose you
To let you go violently into
That good night.
I did not choose for my heart to stop
When yours did
When paramedics covered you up
And stopped trying
It burns through us all, every person on the planet.
It is a fast and fearless monster. Stopping the force of the creature seems impossible.
The phone ringing at 4am
my mother on the other line
"it's all gone, the house, everything" she tells me
every piece of furniture, every memory
She was asleep and would have continued to sleep
“I am so frustrated!” the pure hurt ranged through my ears.
“I am so tired of having to get stuff done all by myself.” She wept.
This was my first time seeing her break down.
She was so strong and always upheld her crown.
The world is at its end,
A primal war has begun.
Mother Nature’s children are fighting
To see who’s the strongest one.
Who will win this war?
I can see the rain a comin'
fire in my eyes
I can see the rain a comin'
baby no disquise
with you.
I can see your face when I'm alseep
the words you never said rest heavy on my heart
Set ablaze, red hot from the flames.
Thick ashes fill the air and block the lungs of those unlucky enough to find themselves trapped within.
Engulfed by the inferno, unleashing its rage on anything that lives.
He played with me,
Not knowing I commanded fire.
He toyed with my hair,
Hands so gentle yet eyes full of ire,
Ogling who I have become,
Full of desire,
Seeking solace in havoc,
Be it a single lumen or roaring bonfire, my feelings for him burn purple; Pink (love) + Blue (lust).
Outside your window
lies the hand that feeds you poison
now would be the reason
to bite the hand that feeds you
but you can’t know what you don’t know
angel exterior
but a monster inside
Happy changes for ours to foray, that theirs were oceanand of black God, so could you know Ocean god was thisogod, or primal bei is hei. Thes lors, ast ou, ocean wasblack and fear, could know you in? No. But this deep could
Intro: I want to thank my Twin B for believing in my talent when I didn’t, love you…
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Get Free Jeffery:
Making out --- Get out get free Jeffery -
Break the mold Model the mound of clay Tracers
free the me
see the key
dream the new acts of power.
I need to stop falling in love
with people who set a fire in me
only to get themselves warm;
and to watch me
slowly,
burn away
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the song without the words
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson, you are a wonder. How the world could not see
Sense
September 7, 2018 ~ Friday
Little lips
Little bits of me, the tips
Of where all words begin and end
Little place to hide my insides
With great vengeance and furious anger
She will burn you.
Drag us all through the dirt
Until our gashes
Are pustulated mounds
i want your flames.
mesmerizing and beautiful.
the smallest flicker still illuminates my mind nightly
If magic was poetry
He would be the pen that created the prose
With sparking gold eyes
And hair black as ravens wings
Standing against an alabaster colored sky
MARINE
I love my mentor to death
like I would die for the man
With him in my life cant say that god ain't got plans
He was more to me than a teacher,
although he did teach
I am kindling.
You?
My fire.
I ache for your touch.
Ignite yourself in my body,
burn a picture in my mind,
show me something beautiful;
counteract what I feel inside.
Words like water,
wittling mountains into mines,
carving cathedrals into canyons.
Epitaph like earth,
steadfast in resolve,
yet constantly changing.
Fierce like fire,
Resilience
Resilient. Tough. Strong.
Euphemisms for life having gone on.
Because every morning I paint on a smile
And tell myself I will be okay after a while.
The soul yearns for a place to call its home
Beside the hearth of friendship’s warm embrace
Where candor rides the breeze like glitt’ring ash
I.
She lets you sleep in her lap in a Chelsea Starbucks around noon.
You both are tired travelers like butterflies fresh from the cocoon. Your wings are still wet.
Fire burns all that touch Leaving scars to those who are foolish It cooks our meat, our food Giving nutrition to further life It rages with fuel And dwindles when smothered Spreading with just a spark Burning forests and killing life It brings war
Inspired by the fire
So vibrant and bright
Dancing in the wind
As stars light the night
Mesmerizing all
So alive and free
A light so bright
That all can see
And although you maybe
Memories float through like dark clouds,
Villains of the night.
I used to run from them,
Could never escape, never face the fears.
But something's changed.
I am no longer weak,
No longer defenseless.
the fracture in my soul is buried deep and my mind is cracking with it. eliciting such rage as the red flag waved in front of the gentle bull in a china shop.
the memory of your touch
FLAMES BURN EVERY INCH AROUND ME
EVERYTHING I TOUCH TURNS BRIGHT ORANGE
I LIGHT A CIGARETTE WITH MY FINGER
INHALING EVERY BREATH OF SMOKE
THE FIRE BURNS BRIGHTLY
CONSUMING MY LIFE
MY MEMORIES
Rooms capture nothing
Without wallpaper
Coverless books
Dangle bare
Eroding the roots
Of cotton-bound truths
Sometimes I want to be dead,
But usually, I don't.
After all, it's all in my head,
So, of course, I certainly won't.
But I don't want to be alive,
At least not alive like this.
Our hearts are wild creatures, perhaps that is why our ribs are cages; I think not.
For they are the silly crazy foolish little things that go about slipping and sliding,
and more dangerously, falling in the dark.
I am the soul who started the blaze
I began a small fire that burned on for days
It wasn’t my fault I tried to believe
but all I could do was vanish and grieve
the damage I caused I can not understand
Where are you right now?
Am I dancing through your mind?
I'm thinking of a night, our bodies last entwined.
A passion on fire, blazing out of control.
Flames so hot, brand you deep within my soul.
I am a fire
Burning through life
Time
Friends
Family
Potential
I burn them all
It's not like I mean to
But a fire can't control what it burns
Please stay out of my way
Lighting scorches fresh fields of bloomin buds
Their innocent pink petals singed by sparks of the electric blaze
The Old man sitting on the porch of his past and destined home
Watches the pasture he has always watched
Dear Future,
You scare me like the bottomlessness of the sea
But you excite me like the sunshine when is gently touches my face
You show signs of a great jounrey with wild and captivating advneture
Dear self,
I wrote you this letter.
There's a burning fire in your soul.
Wild embers dance frantically,
around your indecisivly beautiful mind.
Though society may try to estinguish your flame
The fire in your heart,
Burns an eternal flame.
Some are scared of getting burned,
But to me it’s all the same.
You are scared to love,
Because it’s impossible to tame.
Your fire is eternal,
When looking outside
All you could see was white.
He brings me hot chocolate
And we sit in front of the fire.
He looks at me,
Dear What You've Done in the Light
You know,
I’m always the one
Always, always, always the one
To try and keep the dying embers of ‘us’ alive.
I always fail
We are the unfortunate ones,
The ones forged by ash and claimed by fire,
The ones whose whispers they hear as they dance through the blood red sky,
I was not made for fire.
But that's what they created with time.
I am an accidental monster.
They can't put me into a cage.
I roam free, searching.
I don't know what my goal is.
Don’t let people burn you,
for you are already a gracious fire.
Don’t let people use you,
for you have so much value.
They’ll come to you for warmth,
Burning low with red in deep,A hand impossible to keep.Thus lit by souls unweeping flame,While seeking soul burns not the same
The little candle burns its wick,With fiery whisper drops a drip,A passion only seen from near,A slowly shrinking, darting tip.
Strong as an Oak,
Tall as a Pine,
As beautiful as the Willow,
But single spark,
Or lightning's arc,
Can burn up all the Meadow.
Tall waves crash,
High breakers bash,
"Strong am I"
It says midst clash,
"For Fire burns,
And Stone can churn,
And Man can Learn,
But Sea can last."
Burning bright
An eternal flame
Turning and twisting
Desires rise higher
Crackling and sparkling
While working its way
Through the chambers of my heart
Until its blazing,
This burn under my skin
This fire deep within
Burns my soul to ashes
As the fire my body catches
My heart alight
My soul takes flight
Flees to the grave
Where it will stay
I view thine eyne as scorching flames of hell,
Yet hell itself is sweet in fiery well;
I pray the worldly pleasures to provide
Me with thy presence, and thou be my bride.
Fire was he
He was the one who scared
He was the one who burned
But he also was the one who warmed
You were saying you were fine
Acting all alright
Because you loved him way too much to leave him
My dear raging wildfire love,
It really just takes a small spark to start the fire,
But when it takes control,
It takes over, engulfing everything,
People don't understand her.
Born from the ashes,
her eyes shine like embers.
A spark ignites in her soul.
Her heart, a continuous burning coal.
Her passion burns brighter than her fears.
alone at night the fire rumbles
pushing hard to burst to life
spark of light in frozen jungle
virgin paper unstained by eye
precision folds urged to display
quiet letters hidden from sight
we are more.
more than you remember.
we were fire.
maybe I was just the lighter
maybe you were all the trees burning off us
maybe you saw me as the candle,
Dear Future Emergency Responder,
There will come a time when you enjoy CPR
And others won’t understand why you are excited for another person’s emergency
Bone crackles
Spirits lift
When the flame drifts
All is lost
No silent tears
No silent fears
When the smoke clears
All is lost
The Earth keeps screaming
Dearest Captivity,
What is about you that is so enrapturing?
Is it the sparks? The flames? The way you blaze?
Are you a reminder?
Or perhaps...
I found God in a lover
She spoke to me today in
breaking voices and calloused hands.
Heaven sent freckles dance on my shoulders.
We watched the forest burn on tear stained cheeks.
She used my fire and burnt me to the ground.
Everything was burning to ashes, nothing was ok
everything was falling apart, and there was nobody,
but then you pulled me out of the fire.
Hungrily it devours,
It prances through the forest
Untamed and free
Spreading it’s cruel fury.
Dancing, it reaches,
Caresses the sky.
It’s flickering blaze a graceful ballet,
Let's start a fire
Let the world be wrapped in flames
We'll watch the destruction grow
As we sit in silence
On a gasoline soaked field
Find the beauty
In the illuminated clouds
It had been 90 days. She’d finally learned to leave it alone. It had gone from her mind, she’d resisted the images she let consume her, and the strange sensations she knew would hurt her.
A warm running Fireplace had to stay
Love was needed and some hugs right away
It was fifty shades of grey just without the grey
Flames flickering tonight but not today
I am afraid of the dark and falling and those shadows you see in the corner of your eye.
And all of these fears probably stem from that time when I was young,
Ash like snowKissing my skin, It fallsThe bitter warmth of the flameThe crack of the light, it dances
Ill use the love letters you wrote me to fuel the fire I light to destroy this paper house I have been living in.
I watched in utter shock and disbelief
The mouth that kissed me the day before
Was now bringing me to tears
Not missing a beat as he ripped me apart.
I know it hurts but the pain is necessary, right?
When it's my time
To leave this earth,
Lie me down
Atop my hearth.
Close my eyes,
Say goodbye,
Light a match,
Watch me die.
And as I burn
To reveal my bones,
Her eyes, brown, like dirt and ridgid with anger and pain
her hands bruised and torn
She let the fire engulf her in its flames
No one would think that him, with eyes so gray and dull and callous
Man lives and dies
By the same power.
Water sustains life and drowns life.
Fire kindles life and consumes life.
Why, God, must life end?
Why must You give life
And take life in the same way?
Every inch of my skin where you touched me now burns
Every emotion you made me feel must burn
Every memory of us will burn
I do not hate you
I hate what you did
The things you said
It’s my burning passion an’ heart’s desire
For you to fall in love with fire.
I don’t expect you to understand;
You’ve known only ruin from fire’s hand.
You set its absence responsible for your frostbitten feet,
So much is different,Happiness is such an expensive rent,
You expect me to be calm,To apply over these wounds a healing balm?
Did you see the Fire dancing light likeSunbeams and ants we All are taken little by Little did we Know that everything happens For a reason you doNot remember Those icy frozen days and
my brain smokes and i ride the wind
or drift by the galaxy past oblivion
the old man sits there
in a way hes always been
today i think
In the coldest Winter
you were the coat that kept me warm
Made from many patches
all my favorite colours
I trust you like the fire
treading through snow storms
With your embrace comes wisdom
how do you write about silence?
how do you write about sadness?
was the silence broken by crying?
was the sadness broken: did it vanish?
how do you write about defiance?
how do you write about fear?
The next time we meet, I may be someone else.
Extra thick, light in weight.
Resourced to fit purpose.
How complicated we are;
never wanting to lose our luster,
just to be malleable in the most devious of ways.
How selfish we are;
not being able to burn to ashes,
When tears slip down her bronze skin,
She seeks warmth from the fire.
So far away, she craves it with a
Burning desire.
The crisp winds shroud her in the cold.
The fire flickers
Dancing on the wall
An intricate dance
That keeps growing tall
Red, orange, green, then blue
Hotter and hotter
The whispers of secrets
Tucked away they lie
Seemingly quiet as crickets
Yet as boisterous as the sky
Bending down to touch the earth
Out of the withered hands of an ungodly nook
when I was little I used to dream
of being married and living
Happily ever after, a Queen
that sits on her throne with Pride
glittering in sparkling
daylight, shining blue,
pink, silver, and golden
Charred wood,
Blackened
Beyond recognition,
Smolders
From a forgotten fire.
Smoke drifts
Lazily into a cloudless sky,
Unhampered by the summer breeze.
Ash gray coals
Die down and
Chained to the ground, accept it Live it Chin to your chest Tears stream down your face You count your days till emancipation Hope in your heart, deny it Escape it Head up high eyes to the sky Chains rattle as you struggle You count your days ti
The wheel of the year started with me in the sleeping death that is ashen winter snow.
Everything that had been there had burned away; only charred remnants were left in the dead sea of what was.
I was not the only flame beating
I had another which gave me warmth
We grew from each other yet became distant
I grew faint and dim, I couldn't keep living like this
The other vanished frommy life and I felt cold
My house is covered in gasoline and I'm holding a burning match just waiting to be dropped. I let it fall and watch my house as it blows up in front of me. See I had the key.
Cast away the fire
throw away the flame
are you growing tired?
feel nothing but the pain
place it on the pyre
your demons are to blame
mirrors are reminders
of the beast you cannot tame
who am i today?
a disarray of traits to have and things to be. this is a game i play
over and over - unravelling the me that came that's new from yesterday.
Intimacy
Is a tricky thing.
It has many layers,
Every one going deeper
Than the last.
The first is touch,
Only going skin deep,
And just meaning enough
To keep you on your feet.
A little scratch
A tiny scrape
Falling into the crevasse again
I didn't know the love of late
Could push us deeper down
Red clouds my sight
and burns in my mind
A fire ever consuming
and always ever brewing
The heat feeds off my heart
slowly tearing me apart
Bright, colorful flames
There was a boy who stowed A box of lollipops beneath his bed.Each evening he would take one outAnd gently scratch its head.And then the pop, so gleeful,would reveal its great surpriseA flower bloomed around its headAnd danced before his eyes.Each
There was
Fire,
Dark fire,
In his eyes;
A gaze from which
Dark secrets poured
And whispered
Fiery words into
The air between them,
Silent as time
Stood still,
When the lights start to dim and the curtains cloes. Where are you going to stand?
When that time comes. Will you see fire or clouds?
When you reach your final destination. Will you feel hot or feel comfortable?
We ask ourselves, why do we still continue?Why do we still rage this pointless fight?Where is the freedom and love and happiness in this microscopic light?The answer was never in the books we read, the words of our neighbors, but in the hearts and
tied up
gagged and beaten
you grab the can of gasoline
even as you walk towards me with death by your side
you're so beautiful
the malice in your eyes softens
your rose petal lips part
You learned of witches, and never to come near,but did they ever tell you what to fear?
For we’ve so much in common, we’re just like you,
I love to play with matches too.
The painted sky
is brought to life
with flickers of golden light.
I have torched the night
with the war cry you taught me.
We are an inferno,
fueled by knowledge,
A flash of light and darkness covers the moor
Just a little thing. A spark and nothing more
But for a moment the sky ignites
For only a moment Light and Darkness fight
The Shadows kept at bay
I am water,/Flowing and ebbing and dipping,/Murmuring a silent scream,/My emotions are like a waterfall/rushing, never stable./ I am the earth/Crumbling, shaking, tremoring,/Cold, warm/without voice, without choice,/Alone, and overrun./ I am fire.
It flickers like a dancer
Leaping across its dance floor
Of brown and green
Once it stops
It dies down
Without a spark of energy--no more
It's mean
With red-hot hate
Their wild nature writhed and burned,
Yearning to be free and untamable,
But the chaotic torch of the untouchable soul
Filled the heart with flame, dancing and burning
And free, and it called with an unsingable song
With each heavy breath, the world slows down around me
With each number added to the board, the fire inside burns higher
With every footstep, my legs turn into wheels on a downward slope
The early bird chirps at the rising sun.
The street kid holds close his precious tin of glue.
A student hurries to school eager to learn.
The poet smiles at the beautiful sky so blue.
Hope flickers like a small flame
Easily put out in the wind of the ghastly night.
So I lay on the cold hard floor
Staring at the silver moon dancing.
Dancing with the fading stars
Across the onyx abyss.
Some are visible and loud in broad daylight
But the wildest fires come through the night
When all is silent, when all is dark
When nothing is visible but what gazes upon you from the sky
I am red,like an ambitious flame,angry and risingand my voice echoesloudly,demanding to beheard over theendless whispers andincessant criesthat fill the void in my mind.I am fire,
In the dark you see light -
I see the flames.
That's not the Sun burning -
This heat has no name.
The kitchen's on fire,
so I run out the door.
You stop in the middle
If you compared her to a fire
You’d find they’re much the same
Her heart too hot to touch
The fire too wild to tame
Through the years my heart had been stifled
The childhood songbird lost its voice
And the feathers of its wings were plucked
Until all that was left was withered
I see youI see your strength and your charm.And that smile that makes daylight jealous.I see the outlet of your frustrations in the valleys of your triceps.I've memorized the divots in your lips as they approach mine.I hope this is how I will reme
there was a spark in your eyes
i saw it no doubt
yea we'd be a good match
but we'd probably burn out
Flames burned through the night
They wouldn’t be put down without a fight.
Determination etched off each spark
Lighting up every inch of the dark.
I used to shine bright,
I was warm and comfortable.
I was hopeful.
I loved myself.
But over time I began to falter.
I slowly began to dim,
I began to turn to black.
When I write I never ask why.
I never had to think about it.
It always just happened.
But it wasn't until I noticed
That I write to survive,
I write because words can save lives.
Cover up and head down to the temple,
Visit me with your new beloved girls.
May she be happy with rhinestones or pearls,
May angels protect you from the devil.
Hopeless, and I don't think that you noticed so i wrote this
Cause I want you to know this before I disappear,whether I'm dead or gone,far from here
Love my city although many mental wounds had to scar here
Stare at this paper writing yeah life is complete
Bullshit that is,music is my only retreat
Demons haunting me I could never hope to defeat
Can't believe my life lately man,where do i begin?
It's been a crazy few months, dont know when it'll end
It's all been negativity no positive spin
Fighting a uphill battle assumin i'd never win,well
Years spent stuck in my old habits they're so hard to let go of
Dents in these walls, loco enough to blow, but i got no motive
So explosive they say i need a therapist, to attack my head like a terrorist
sitting in the chair alone he sobssobs for the loss of his wife, and his childrenthey all left him when he lost his jobhis life is emptygasoline reeks throughout his homehe smiles at a memory of him and his wife
im familiar with burning
my mother is a smoking confessional
who has swallowed a shipload of sins
her lungs are gas chambers
she smokes so much
How long is the road I travel on?
How many more ruts,
diversions,
rocks?
I love the view but
my caravan is drifting.
Falling apart at the seams,
all the gypsies are gone
so many emotions my body can't contain
continuously being suffocated like an un-oxygenated flame
if someone would put me out how grateful i would be
for my emotions--never ending--are shifting like the trees
His hand runs down my thigh.
My prayers have been answered.
I bow before Him, longing to taste ambrosia and sin.
I beg before Him, longing to be let in.
He smiles that godly smile,
There is a fire in my soul
That I can never live without.
There is this will to continue
Even when I wish to give up.
Try as the world may,
But I can never lose this fire.
It is me
And I am it
An edged exterior envelopes
a fiery burning soul.
Flaming compassion burns through,
masked by lidded eyes.
The scent of metal and cologne
hugs,
clings,
burns through,
There is a fire inside all of us.
It starts off as a spark, then it connects with your soul and ERUPTS
As the internal heat of the sun throbs off the crust of the earth
So my spirit reverberates in kind against yours
Flying flames on your skin like desert winds
Filling you with light and murmuring with vitality
fire:your red and orange flames,keep me warm,cook my food,santize my water, keep predators away,be my light in the dark, your crackling will keep me company, the one thing I'll need to live.
I’m surrounded by darkness,
No light to harness.
It suffocates me like a cave,
No oxygen for my lungs to save.
I claw, I cry, yearning for light
I see clouds rising from the ground
I see lights hovering above
I have this trick that will astound
I have it here, you will fall in love
Your mouth
is like a burning desert
kisses burn inside me
filling
with sensual music
I want You to play it
in my heart
without words
I will never
let You go
Like anger
The alcohol courses through my blood
Whispering sweet nothings to a deaf ear
Promising better tomorrow's
And more beautiful tragedies.
There is no rhyme or reason
To the fury in our souls
My folks and I are quite weird;Crazy for the wild.We're always after danger,Never anything mild.
She wept
As the fire danced
and the smoke filled her lungs
The crackles of the embers
sang her a song
As her essence left her body
and she closed her eyes
And dreamed of all the good
The heat of my heart is a white-hot flame
It bears my values, my views and my name
Embers burn my tongue, refuse to be bound
Smoke billows upwards, lost but not found
"A feeling of fire
Deep in our bones
I'm not the liar
With a heart of stone
But go ahead,
Call me out,
On somthing you did
Go ahead and shout
It's not like they believe you
"The terror rises higher
The chasm grows wider
The poison of a viper
The eyes of a tiger
The unseen sniper
The victim of a striker
The story of a writer
The click of a lighter
"My mind is full of fire
The terror can get no higher
I need to run away
Anything to escape
This world so full of pain
And memories of the shame
As though it didn't leave a stain
"Footsteps through the fire
But I don't feel a thing
Burning even brighter
I sour on angel wings
Down in a ditch
I can see the light
If I could only reach
I try with all my might
A blanket of time
covers our eyes.
Fire rains down from the sky
and water grows from salt.
We have shifted.
Fallen. Fast and deep into
nothing
save for imaginary realities.
A spark to ignite a great flame
The oxygen to a fire
Even stronger than all my fears
Hope...
All I need to light my path.
I can feel the pain of the memories burning at my chest
The tears I’ve cried a million times
I felt it burning
Burning passion
Burning shame
Burning love
And hate
A million cities burning in my mind
Send thick black smoke in pillars to the sky.
The earth lets out a deep and mournful sigh,
Its children turned so violent, so unkind.
Gazing at the smoldering embers before me my thoughts derail from small talk and conversation as I focus more on the struggling flame of the fire in front of me.Capturing each flicker in my mind, I feel this sensation of starvation and yearning co
My voice is a fire.
It holds the power
to burn down every house in sight
every building, every door,
entire towns
and in its path
blinking sleep away
the sky still dark
bruise colored with rain
rings around my eyes
and I finally feel alive
sometimes you get kicked down
sometimes you struggle
crackling amber flame,
consuming all that it can reach.
tears of wax bubble down the sides,
heat radiating from a lonely source.
the wick curling in withering pain,
Say the words you know will burn a fire within me
Say the ones that you think will push me
Say them.
Please say them.
Becuase I promise then,
I won't feel bad walking away.
The fire was crackling,
burning my eyes with fear,
I'm engulfed in the heat and my heart speeds as fast as the bullet that was shot
into my mother's chest when she went to war.
Warm Fire, Dark atmosphere, Cold Wind
Bright Flames. Amber Logs, Cold Wind
Flickering Blaze, Inviting Company, Cold Wind
Warm Smiles. Dark Faces, Cold Wind
I am fire
Wild and unforgiving
Soothing yet destructive
My lips? They cannot be sealed
I cannot be contained
I started out as a match
Insignificant, quiet
But now I am a raging inferno
What I would give to be in Wyoming.
Where mountains hug the sky
and the wind whispers stories of yesterday.
Where lakes mirror dusty pine trees
and Father Sun is close enough to burn sunflowers
I belong to myself and only to myself
While it is a great responsibility, I proudly take it on.
I, now twenty-years-old in perfect physical health
Need to remember this when darkness envelopes my mental state
she came
she saw
she took
what she
needed
with soft
hands by
her touch
she then
approached him
he came again
she called
him in
she wanted
starlight, starbright,
first one I saw tonight
was really a plane.
blinking lights and then it was gone
taking me away with it.
I tossed all my wishes in that hollow metal thing.
There’s something about your presence
I just can’t explain
It’s like burning fire and pouring rain
Take my hands
Take my feet
Make me your sanctuary
Fire burn in me
Anointing rain on me
Fire burn in me
I hear you calling
But my fuel’s on empty
I need your spirit to stir up a fire in me
My heart could set the world on fire
with what I feel for you.
but they will never understand
how hard it is
to hide the flames
when they burn inside of you.
Do not become in darkness
what you would in a fire
for something that is built to withstand fire
is not meant to live in darkness.
For when it is cold,
you cannot be built for heat.
Are we not all connected?
What a lonely world would we
be if we were not all affected
by each other.
I was a mummy
My bandages unraveled
My heart disintegrated
Into bits of dust and ash
Of which particulate the atmosphere
I have burnt in the fire of addiction in my family
I am a complicated,
Tense ball of stress.
I walk around and see
People around me, chained to their
Misgivings and hope.
But I want that, too.
I have been blind
The sunlight slowly began to fade,
It's silent whispers hissed, "Don't be afraid."
It disappeared from empty streets,
as little children hid under sheets.
Darkness filled the broken ones,
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
Tremble
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
Everything is awesome.
Everything is awesome when you see it as awesome.
And the orange sun glows
5AM is cold
but the orange sun glows
it shouldn't be this color
Some day
someday we will not be
used to the helicopters
flying overhead
Her flaming fire burns the green undergrowth
Not glowing with hatred, but with desire
Fierce love, fierce song, fierce giving, fierce undone
A fire is what she has had to become
Such a starry night
But cool
Mom and dad are so tired
They stare into a fire
That they built
Little boy and little girl
They stare too
Something happened when I lit a cigarette in an oxygen tent.I'll tell you what happened instead of just giving you a hint.That oxygen tent went up in flames and I got burned all over.
It engulfs you,
Raging through you
As a fire does through a forest;
Burning, scalding, scarring.
Lashing out, like the limbs of a burning tree
In my old best friend's bedroom
drunk and stoned out of my head
I keep lighting myself on fire
again and again in her bed.
Every time, it burns
and every time, I scream
but once it's out, I light it again
You set a fire in me
But you didn't do it for me, you did it for yourself
I burned bright and warm for you
I let the fire consume me
But like all fires I burned out so you left.
Whisps of ashy gray smoke occasionally drift over the walls. Sometimes, when the wind blows just the right way, I can smell the charred, silent world outside of my fortress.
A tree standing as a soldier on the front lines
dives into a burning ocean
of glorious flickers and flames:
A tree that does not make a sound,
because nothing is there to hear it splash.
In the crackling fireplace
I sit.
My blanket around me
with the flames
searing the tassles
to a sweet orange.
My eyes grabbing the red
sparks with a newfound ferver
look at the room
Your eyes
Like fire
Swirling,
Clawing,
Grasping,
Falling
and rising again.
Shooting away sparks,
dying
and rising again.
Twisting,
Tortured,
Dying.
3/30/2010, age 15, school project
Fire, but a simple flame, kindles in the night.
Slowly, it consumes the trees like waves of the ocean.
It breaks the bonds that create them, that make them whole.
I once had a love
That was a wildfire.
It was passionate,
And engulfing.
But ultimately,
Consuming.
But now,
I have a love
That is slow-burning embers,
I'm burning in the Fire
My heart has no Desire
Who can I run To
What am I suppose to Do
I'm slowly slipping into Depression
Radiance, torridity and stars exploding on the inside of your eyelids.
Symphonies of light and sound, and hell with it’s unwithstandable blazing.
I stare into a shrinking candle’s flickering flame on my dusty, wax stained rug, on empty, still, Friday nights.
Curling ashes. Flickering and flashes.
Searing heat. Thick smoke. I can't breathe. It stings my eyes.
The fire roars, stretching its jaws,
Its teeth clamp down on the walls.
This house
for as long as i can remember, my father has carried
the weight of the world on his shoulders. it’s not
bodybuilding because the diabetes breaks everything
he creates. he doesn’t walk very far—or at all, for that
Deep misunderstanding
Radiating from within a dark and shadowed past.
Amazing abilities and all around amazing attributes.
Gone for the light of day
On and on the horrific ledgends go.
You'd be surprised to figure out who hides behind these lies,
You'd be surprised to figure out who smiles while in disguise,
It's me, the girl who you see smiling all the time,
I hear whispers on the wind
I find myself look back again
And see the light, shine so pure
As though nothing can obscure.
this generation really has me loosing patience. I dont know how there gonna make it. Always counting on phones , what if one day phones turn into drones and take over the world .
She's so innocent, so sweet
Quiet girl, bustling world
Why can't she break free?
Why can't she scream?
Never being noticed or seen
So badly she wants the world to see
There is a fire which burns in all men, oft banked by worldly care
It needs but one breath to waken its heat, a wind of holy air
On pagan altar once it burned, its all-consuming heat
I want you to write me
A poem and serenade me
Like bygone days
I will wake up with snow
Reflecting blue on white ceiling
And hear your rough voice
Easy nor Quick.
Never Once must I Falter,
During The Challange
To Obtain
Occupational Perfection.
The Road Ahead,
Found to be Rocky,
Yet I must Persevere
To Obtain
For she is as cold as a december night.
As dead inside as the trees in the day.
Yet she can be as warm as a fire
Lit with joy and carefree emotions
Dancing around the ashen wood
All my life I found it hard to properly express myself
The world is set on fire, it is a most brilliant blaze, let the flames flickering inspire awe and amaze.
Her heart is slowly dying.
Her scars grow deeper and deeper.
As she is no longer trying.
Only watching the calamity beat her.
The fire surrounds her soul.
She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
Befriended street lamps' static humTimed steps slashed through electric buzzFled from the dawn's grey stainchased night with anxious breath erupting
Girl you're a cute one, a quiet one
The one I really really want one
I was lovin' you from a far
But I stepped in to feel that fire
January's never been so hot
Till I shot the question...
On the first night of our secret meeting we can ran wild like the wind.
Just you and I and the moon.
The moon shined so bright it rivaled the sun.
Our sun, your light, my fire.
300 years of slavery,
300 years in chains,
One hundred years of bravery,
This finally led to change.
Fifty years later followed Obama’s campaign,
Somehow we are still scared from all the previous pain,
Sparks. Rekindling the embers of her long-stilled heart.
Stirring.
Heat.
A dry whooshing heat, covered her in a whirl of silence,
roaring in her ears.
Electricity.
he takes all i have
and all he leaves behind
is my regret and sorrow that
has remained for quite some time
i fade to ashes in the wind
when his words singe away my pain
I sit in the dark letting the sounds of Saviors “Rise against” pump through my noise cancelling headphones. Next I listen to Three Days Grace “Just Like You” followed by “You’re Going Down” by Sick Puppies.
Washing my eyes
With rain drops of Summertime
He’s kissing my throat
As I choke on this lullaby
Singing it softly
I whisper the words
Lungs filled with sweet flowers
I was born without the invitation of saying hello,
yet you might say I was blind from rejection.
I guess it was too hard to live a life of deception.
I feel like that.
That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch,
That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that first caressed
Then incinerated every fiber of it's being.
I feel like that.
The alleyways are littered with broken bottles
Bleeding amber liquid
A fixer
Another boy pulls the trigger
And paints the dirt with
Something blue
No man shall choose another’s destiny
Gods among earth we are not
My work will drive me as far as I let it
For this is where ambition and wishing will split
Humble actions influence outgoing impacts
The days of my youth are so hard, but in a way kind.I can do anything I set my mind To. WIthout Knowing this, I would be blind.I will do whatever it takes to succeed.IT IS IN ME, I have everything I need.
Sparks ignite
The arid fields
And childhood memories
A glow
Hangs like hell above
Bathed in warm light
Flames climb
The walls of the house
In which we once slept
Hopes
Fire can mean many different things. It can mean warmth and safety. When we sit by the fireside, it warms us and makes us feel safe. Fire also means destruction. Burning everything in it's path, no matter the emotional toll.
Your fear freezes your ability to see my dreams
Your fear keeps me trapped and unhappy
Your fear is determined for me to follow the masses
Your fear is soul crushing
My life would change in a flash
Simple as someone turning on a monitor
Then the CPU
Waiting for it to boot up
Going into the archives
Then, finally
Adding a new profile
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up
A fire fighter is what I wanted to be
The red lights and water is what excited me
But the tragedy of 9/11 also frighten me
Philosophies
Drift amuck in a waterless world
Catching on to anything
Within hand’s grasp
We strive to find purpose
To stake our land
To hold our place
To say “we were here”
I want to go into business and economyMake some money and change the way people thought of meI'm tired of people thinking I can't do it like I'm just an act of comedy
The natural foliage creeping down the counter,
Draping over the polished tanned walls.
Reflecting ergonomic finesse,
Cleanly tracing the muscular lining,
Of a fresh carcass.
Once you turn your face heavenwards;
To engage in daily conversation
that is, to return to Earth,
merits a physical un-tilting of the head; from the angled
to the staid, erect position, eyes intently glazed over.
Mahmoud
A true story
My mother and I stood in the Afghan refugee camp
Solemnly and nervous, I stared as they stared back
"This is where I came from," she said to me
We all have a goal in life,
Become a ballerina, baseball player, or be in the circus.
My dream is to become a National Geographic photographer.
I want to touch the soul, with words that sounds like gold.
I want to hold the world's feelings in the words of my notes.
I want to behold the power to have my written word uncontrolled.
I've got six sources of dreaming, clear
The words all tumble bright, and fear
Is choking cloaking, smogging roping
Round my throat and twixt my ears.
What am I doing here?
I'm learning phonetics,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts”
- William Shakespeare
Walking down the street I see them
Picking up the trash off the street
Without them I wouldn't have somewhere to walk
Without them, my life would change
Walking into school I see them
Set ablaze
The fire
Deep within my soul.
Let it burn
Passionately
And
Intensely
While it
Wavers in the wind.
Let it grow
While it feeds
The type of job which would change my life is becoming a famous author.
The way becoming a famous singer would change my life is everything I did the public would know about.
I wouldn't really have a free moment to myself.
All my life, it's been
You point the way, I'll get us there.
I'll struggle through,
and reach the goal.
I can overcome any obstacle,
but don't know where to start.
Today, I take the wheel.
I am a flower in the desert, holding out for the rain.
The sun has been hot and taunting, mocking my goals and my name.
This war
Is about blood, tears, and death
This war
Sees a little child heave a last breath
But there are no guns, no bombs
No battlefields that we can see
For the war rages forever on
One Journey, one road, one story?
No.
Exploring, doing more, and expressing my inner joy is my future job.
It dances gently in the breeze
And glows a gentle red
The smoke causes a violent wheeze
The light of a flame has misled
So many to the brink of death
But I will not fall victim to these tricks
Sharing the knowledge of my obtained wisdom
With young minds, eager to learn and flourish
Is the most noble of desires that can be had
They say that hatred is a fireThat eats at your insidesAnd it isAlong with jealousy and ambitionAt times it seems I carry all of theseBut I've learned to push down my angerTo be content with what I have
Dragons,
You know;
Fire out the mouth
Screaming for their house
Scales covering scales;
Fire breathing dragons.
You can mess with one;
But good luck.
I don’t know how it started
But it started
It sparked in the midst of the storm
And grew regardless of the rain
I used to think that bubble wrap,
Was the best way to go.
That touching the world,
Through a pane of glass,
Was better than feeling the warmth,
Beneath my fingers.
The nights were long
and lacked of rest,
my head: aching,
my body: tense.
The cold air
and cold stone
made my firing hope
dim and flicker,
and I needed a kindle.
As always,
The women, who face persecution still
With paychecks that won’t fill the bill
What about the others
The internment camp group
Japanese who were captured and colored
As terrorists and
Worse communists
For about an hour or so
I sat there in the shower
With the water turned up to fire.
I let the water douse me in its flames
Until my skin burned red.
I gave myself permission to cry,
Yet no tears came.
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open
If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token
Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
One day, my shoulders will give inDefiance will admit defeat, and they willDrop, like theBone-weary man wrapped around himself, shivering in the cold.
There is a fire
that wells
inside of my stomach
A raging flame
slowly burning every inch
of my flesh
as darkness settles over
inching
creeping
I watched as paul bearers wound you six feet under ground and sprinkled dirt on your pine box?
Where are you going, was it by choice or by chance or did time just run out on your life’s clock?
If I could change anything huh?
I always think to myself money.
Money money money.
We as people run off of money.
It's practically our caffeine.
I sit here now, writing about money because I need money.
Fire is a force of rage and destruction, but symbolizes strength of passion and life.Relationships are essential to life, salutary and baneful, worth both waxing and waning.
Bigot
Closed Minded
Delusional
Judgemental
Hatred
I have been told that this would happen,
but why?
Other people before us has
Day to day we’re always told that we need to be
the utmost best we can be; to shine brighter than
the last and burn with more intensity. Flames
blazing and creeping up the walls. Any higher
The Devils Eyes
That’s a frosty way to speak
To tell me how to live your dream.
I believed in you
So you should believe in me.
Like fire I tried,
I bled into the night,
Jump into the fire
The beauty of death I must admire
Burn to a charcoal
And let go of your soul
Jump into the fire
And make your situation dire
***For those who have suffered through Natural Disasters***
Ocean of blue,
Blood of red.
Laying within
Mother Earth’s bosom
On grassy beds.
Music of birds
Fire cackles, shadows dancealong the walls ina twisted waltz with the smokethat storms your lungs and ashthat tastes like death on your tongueyour hair and clothes singed off
In the night, she woke in various states of detachment.
Real was not real; what is real? Reality?
Such a permanent thing, to be thought of as only living
In the day, but why?
Once you fought the life you had
And your soul burned bright
Then you fought against those who pushed you
her firey eyes burn her pain
and use it life coal to fuel her hate
gaze into them, you will reviel
the ache she will forever feel
make way for her tears and her regret
shes thought it up, her mind is set
Fire Renews
Fire, it's the renewer of life
How? You may ask
When it's caused so much strife
Let me unmask
Fire, it readily destroys
I laid out the fuse,just waiting on you.
Flickering in the distance,a spark to the ignition.
Emotions light up,feelings burn up.
Now a pluming mystery,do you want to kiss me please?
At first, it flickers, blinking in face of the world's bright lights.With fear it strengthens, as not to be left behind.Gently waving, emitting its own light, growing, stealthily growing
I remember you.
Those eyes you have are like fire. They haunt me, yet I cannot bring myself to take my own eyes off of the impossible flame of yours.
I swing my tongue back and forth,
Flicking it across my lips,
And lash out my arms
Burning everything I touch
And I can feel their pain
It feels so good
One morning I woke to the sound of my Family's despair, and I ready myself for the day ahead and descend down my aunt's stairs. Why me? I asked myself sorrowfully.
Fashion design, what I was born to do
Sketch and design is what interests me most
But styling and selling suits me too
Fashion shows, I would like to be the host
My heart is split into two
Between I can continue and the other I would be shunned
Cast out,
A pariah.
I don't have the callus for such ignorant human beings.
Crush.
Eyes met.
Smiles are stolen.
Her laugh is adored.
They fnally build the courage.
They talk and make a date.
Then on that date night they kiss.
A single date then turns into many moments.
Born of water,
And of ice,
Warm exterior to suffice.
Raised from dust,
Breath of life,
Born into eternal strife.
Set up walls,
Dark to light. light to dark.hence my soul becomes a spark.benevolence is as benevolence doesto light/extinguish the fire between all of us
(April 1, 2011)
The day is waiting here it comes.
Don't feed me the lies you love so much.
Just leave me to run with my fears.
The tears are coming,
False friends dying,
You never feel strong enough
said today to tomorrow: "hi,
we are the same. you have lost
a few leaves but seasons are meant
to change. and there is water
in me, water in you -
three-fourths of your clouds are afraid
I inhale embers and spit fire. You're fireproof. Wishing in vain you'd be engulfed by the pyre. You're fireproof. Say it ain't so that when the lights turn low the fire doesn't light the room.
The ice that envelopes me is melting
Yet I shiver all the while
As my soul and mind returns
from the brink of disaster.
The hibernation of my spirit ends
as flaming joy warms my frostbitten body.
Trains
Steady and strong, a titanic of force and power
The gears and cogs inside mathematically precise
Oh how marvelous a machine!
The earth trembles as it approaches
I look in the mirror and see many faces.I see the face of a seventeen year old girl,Shoulder length brown hair and circles under her eyes.Wipe off the mirror with your sleeve,and you’ll see something more.
The sun was shining bright
The morning he was alive
The sun suddenly set
At the time the soldier died
The grass all around
Is crimson with blood
The child walks through
With a crooked smile
I am fire
Blind rage attacking a blank page
I started as a small flame
Campers slowly added branches, paper, and pollution
I became too large to contain
I am fire
When I made you smile, I felt something.
Like fire.
When you spoke those words, my cheeks burned.
Like fire.
When you took my hand nervously, it kindled me.
Like fire.
A pit of fire.
Cast bones into the pit and interpret the signs.
Summon the devil from the pit and worship his kind.
Flee, Logic! Flee, Reason!
You are a bladeless knife, a pointless rapier;
You are worthless!
Sun shines down like fire.
Trembling desire,
My heart beats and beats and beats.
And beats
And beats
And beats
Fare thee well, my heart, which I have sundered
Ripped from my own chest, ne'er to pain again
Oh how it agonized and it thundered
When thou left my side and thus followed: rain.
She tears into my heart and soul like fire. The words burned deep within a wounded heart. Deception's hold over a profound liar. My love and dreams singed and torn apart.
Ever since creation our ultimate goal
was to become
Neglected
Individuals
Gracefully
Giving
Everybody
Remarkable
Soul
Black skin
eyes made of Gold
I can see, but I am blind.
I can hear, though I am deaf.
I can speak, yet I am mute.
I find myself wandering, like a spirit,
Walking the same path over.
I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
hot and red
a killer jumps out
taking lives
water pumps
big men in suits
help them all
scary boots
Hey little birdy,
The one by my window;
I see your colourless wings so sturdy
And those dark eyes so hollow.
Birdy, take me with you.
I want your freedom;
I want to fly in the blue.
We don't chill anymoreWe rarely talkI'm barely hereI've moved away emotionally
The laughter in your presence is forcedMy love for youTainted with remorseSits upon a shelf labeled fragile
the bitterness is burning
watch it tear through their souls like an ever present madness
slip into their consciousness like a
The stars are shining bright
In the middle of the sky
Producing a faint light
As I look up and sigh
Their beauty is unmatched
So bright and real
I've grown quite attached
To their perfect appeal
The rain continues pouring down
As we lay together safe and sound
With your arms wrapped around me
There's no other place I'd rather be
Hearing the rain pour down on our rooftop
the fire cackles, laughing manically as it leaps from branch to branchtreetop to treetop, hollow to hollow,destroying all in its wakenimbly wriggling through the dense undergrowth
another wave of nostalgia that i’m drowning under,
which makes me wonder
if i ever grew up outside of height,
because i might
be stuck in the same situation;
jammed seatbelt.
In the desert lightning strikes,
An act deadly for the dry wild fields,
Under the brush a spark ignites,
Fed by the winds it consumes all it reaches,
Steadily climbing towering trees,
The Rose is gone, what happen to the Rose which come in every season your petal. Was always crutch together. What happen that I come outside and didn't see your eye's.you was lays there my lane of flame that spark my everyday.
A flame that consumes; destruction that follows wherever it goes. But with a home in the middle of all that pain; it seem like it is never going to make it back out.
A blue and grey feather
Floating down the stream
Lying on its back
Head towards the sky.
A boy, just a few yards beyond
Sits by the flowing current, slow
Letting out the tears
exhale—
watch the tendrils
of smoke dance
before being whisked away.
sitting on the porch railing
his book open beside me
as he searches for
the meaning of life.
he could give
Our flame began so suddenly,
Like a forest fire, it tore through the woods,
Nobody understood,
Not even we.
The wind led on, we ravaged the site,
Even in my dreams though out the night,
Lord, you're with me every step of the way.
You call my name and I call You friend.
Reach up my hands to You,
I give You praise.
Every minute.
Every second.
Of everyday.
Why does fire have to be so fatal?
How it locks in the house,
like a baby in a craddle.
And the flames, they choose to shine so bright.
Could they lead me the way
on this dark stormy night?
Wisps of air pranced through the blades of grass under the creek
And danced atop the dorsal fins of the creatures of the deep
And found under the surface of the water
Sparks had caught,
Heavy love arose,
Time traveled away,
A rift then grows.
Flames lick the corridors
of my soul,
Warming me up,
Then burning me whole.
In a pile of ashesWas a place I called home;It burned down yesterday.
And as the wind blows,And the rain pours,The memories are swept away.
I feel
Different
When I'm with you.
When there's no one around,
a spark,
ignites in my heart.
My skin heats,
combusting with every touch.
With each innocent smile,
I turn away from the heat, from the light,
turn away from every last memory I have of you.
Everything we had was in that house.
You left it all behind;
left it for me to deal with.
As he wandered through the torn up house
And put out each last flame,
He felt a rush of ecstasy
In each halcyon wave.
As he went and shook his hose
And ran all through the fire
I am alive now.
Ice may freeze my body, and
Fire enflame my flesh,
But your love will tie me down.
It keeps me from death.
Leave me
As the stinking flesh melts off the body of its unfortunate host.
Rain falls upon your dripping locks.
Blood pools around your sodden feet;
Or is it rain?
No one knows.
My grave is not marked.
He is being consumed by fire
It is his decision to complete the fall
Determined good or evil by choice
His strength is in his willful power
He must go
Out into the open
The burning without is no match for that within
A frozen heart en-wrapped in ice from winters past
Lessons taught by witches
leave their mark in scars
Left with no alternative to pain except to turn away
“It is said that Prometheus
ascended into heaven
and secretly lit his torch
at the chariot of Helios,
in order
to bring down fire to man”
Click.
Spark.
Light
The dark.
Just keep the flame from engraving its mark.
The viscous amber, the salty indigo
Are able enough to crawl up your arms.
They can feast on your festering flesh
I make a guess from this heart in my chest that he looked like the the night put to rest.
He had his hood thrown over his head as it hid the blood-red shed of tears.
Yes he'd been misled but instead he just looked ahead.
I wobble my way down the narrow hallway
my thoughts are an epic mess
the bright light I'm following is so far away
yet I feel I can grasp it I must confess.
There is a fire in the sky!
A beautiful arrangement of clouds burning alive!
Celestial inferno! You have come to call for me
With a blaze of Inti’s fire!
The fire burns
the heart it yearns
the loneliness kills
waiting for the thrills
the days linger longer
the feelings grow stronger
time will tell, only time will tell
if all is well, if all is well
A brush of color through silvered night air,
Paints a dragon’s false shape, starlit shining
Majesty with which no one can compare.
Aurous beast, streak through the wind like lightning
Fire escapes are
useless
—until there’s
a fire.
But what is
a fire?
Is it just that
spark from a match?
Fire to ashes and ashes reborn
a once strong flame flickers and flails
as the wind grows stable the embers grow frail
then all at once it begins to prevail
She remembered the noise, the omnipresent voice
Of her conscience in her head
She remembered the dark, but not how it’d start
The conflagration that left her for dead
Like lights in the sky,
My future glows:
Brighter and brighter,
A lantern coming ever closer.
The days go by
Like flickering flames,
Changing direction
As the wind blows.
The memories of you haunt this place,
Everywhere I turn I envision your face,
Smiling and laughing at my expense, these memories of you make me tense,
That day I lived was the day you died,
Pain
The powerful heat is overwhelming.
Painful
Even the smallest spark of light
Can quickly become a danger
A sweet slice of moon observes
Impish figures shift their weight
Around a roaring blue-green flame.
Smoke licks the navy sky, a close friend
And metal flecks spray
From a cavern in the middle of the heat.
Startling warmth beneath me
scorched a frozen chest.
My breath was chilled,
Cold like my mothers words.
Fingertips like flames,
Burning, exhilarating.
My armor of ice was melting,
Chasing the banner
But the race never ends
I manage a smile, engage in banter
Yet there is turmoil deep within
I have a fire, an eternal flame
That refuses to burn out
I had this summer day
where you were fire and I was sand,
and we melted ourselves
into a rare and perfect glass.
Maybe we can be like marbles,
well-rounded and varied,
or maybe we can magnify
The mortal man may say "fires burn with a symbolic passion".
Such a thought does not begin to describe the attraction.
The flame atop his hand burns, not with an interest, but an addiction.
Imagine, playing a gameof cards all relaxed
When all of a sudden someone yells "rats"
We started arguing about hwo won.
We did not notice what had begun.
The world is on fire
Embers dance gently in the breeze
Recklessly landing on naked trees
Cold in the winter but warmed by the spark from the flying embers
The world is on fire
I watched the flames lick the ivory walls,
Of my house,
Of my home.
Now I trod on sodden ground,
Like a sponge under my feet.
I pick up the pieces,
Charred memories.
A single tear leaks from my soul.
It is because of you
That I am lost
it is because of you that I
Have been found
It is the fire that you
Gave to me
That heats my hot air
Balloon
I am floating in midair
Has he even noticed? Or does he even care?
This car is turning, racing but we're going nowhere.
He steps on the gas, my heart begins to flutter.
We're free falling fast, but without God's ruder.
I saw upon a dying street
Beneath the trees' barren
Humiliation,
A young man
(who reminds me of my grandfather)
Raking all the leaves
Into a sad pile
And laughing,
He sets it on fire
I was the slave girl taken from the South to the West
I was the sister that was beaten tortured and ripped from the home of my loved ones
I was the young mother dragged and taken in chains forced to kill the life inside of me
The disease of men
That put us in pens
The beatings and bruises
That was so abusive
A disease of their mind
Our punishment wasn’t kind
Back then it seemed
That it was okay to be mean
They say I’ve got dirty tears,
The ones that run down my face are not the same,
The blood I bleed is much too dark
My bruises far too faint,
And I’ve got dirty tears
Don’t get me started about my skin
The ride to freedom was long
Time would never heal
The wounds and the cries
From men and children alike
Full of tears, pain, shame
The smoke burns
My throat is sore
Daddy says run
But they’re doing more.
I never knew
How bad it was
How much hurt
Came from us.
‘Cause Daddy says
This is okay.
And any lies
those quiet sparks of this world
embers,
silently flickering,
faintly glittering with fleeting
Light
invisible to focused eyes
seen only by
eyes full of stars,
thought up only in
The fire that shimmers and turns in the night,
dances across my face and in my soul ignites
the courage needed to answer that call.
When someone's in trouble there's no time to stall.
My relationships are like fire
Glowing brilliantly hot, bright and red
Reaching out and warping everything in its path
But then it cools and hardens to cold grainy ash
Not longer beautiful
Ruined, gone
We loved together
We laughed together
We cried together
Made memories together
Every year, we burned bright
Faced challenges and obstacles
And burned out sometimes
But like an immortal Phoenix
Her life is a case of arson,
little fires she sets just to feel alive
It starts out as a curiosity,
Intrigue.
Hunger is a longing,
a need to be held,
a desire to be loved.
It burns like a flame,
never satisfied, never quenched.
