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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
I’ve got ash on my fingers from burning my soul. Nothing left but cinders, not even the coals.
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
Burning,My eyes are burning,A family recipe of allergies and tearsThey spill down my cheeksThey pool at my feetCryingI can’t stop itI am no longer in control hereThey go where they please
You touch the water and recoil I touch it and it comforts me My hands numb to the pain thw water should create My skin, bright red but unfeeling This pain doesnt leave a constant reminder
I knew it was all going to change, But somehow leaving seemed strange. . . The love is still living, and i'm still missing Although the fire had extinguished, but the stains are still burning
I came from the moon- A crater left in the wake Of a girl who couldn't stay still The changing faces of my father Trying to find the daughter he carved- Never content because he can't find me
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.
People don't live that long, That's why some party everyday like Frank came home, And it's hard for them to say that their heart aint yearning to walk up in the church and believe the sermon,
Paint a picture Paint a picture perfect Make sure all these hours are worth it Don’t cure it Exploit what has been given
What’s your worst nightmare? Is it The way water Engulfs you, Imprisons you, And slowly steals your breath? Or,
the Burning Trail In the burning valley, under burning skies, There lay a burning trail, burning old and frail. The whistling wind, humid and hot, Makes the twisting path even harder to climb.
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.
Over the clouds, radience I see; Under the radience, a nest; Over the nest, a fire set on the tree; Under the tree, a hunterat his best; Over the hunter, a need to flee; Under the fear, the end of his quest.
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
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,
Smoke in my lungs, Raging monster coursing in crimson,
Break down Shimmer and crumple Let them glide with a stride so perplex As men begin to withstand the precocious Demands of his brethren Let the people speak
Burning cheeks Warm froth on the tips of eyelids Lips quiver and teeth clench Tears dry on puffs of red skin Nose yearns for air Throat swells Broken lenses
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
Sit back and hear the Dragon's cry Search for the stories thrown across the sky
I saw the shadows of the day wax and wane,
I take a deep breath
I see youWith the razorAnd youWith the lighterI notice your scratchesAnd I hear your silent criesWhile you grip that rope
The fires burn in the distance nowyet he feels better, some howGasoline and matches, his keys to freedom
I see the burning of the sky tonight, hues of orange to light, fades of blue; dark overcast, overnight, I tame sight. Lion in the sky roars to lay a mark; Seeing the heavenly fire creeping forward,
There is a burning light Red and gold dancing in my soul A fiery passion kept in a cage Beautiful and powerful, but no need to be afraid
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.
Burning, burning, in this dark fire so strange that this fire is cold. Burning, burning everything away nothing, almost nothing remains.
It'll just be a Tuesday.A Tuesday, normal to most.Just another day on the calendar. It'll be just another day of the week.
We thought of you again today, Reminded of the pain. I think about you everyday, As tears fall like rain. I'll often feel an emptiness, From somewhere deep within, It's not the same with you gone.
Find yourself a simple peace, Calm your raging inner sea. Rain still falls deep in your heart, Let the drops wash away the lingering hurt. Let it all go before the rain turns to flood,
Please Note: There is a trigger warning for this poem. When I was 8 years old I felt you become so cold. Still, I tried to crawl in your lap for warmth
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.
Hands lock, fingers curl. Eyes twitch. Just a few of the many things we do together. When walking on the beach, seagulls high above us. People waving hello as we get higher,
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.
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,
The water was clean, the water was clear The water was felt and fell over her Through her hair and to the nape of her neck It ran down her shoulders, onto her back Clear, clean, and cold it crept to her soul
Love is like a magnet; if it is true and doves coo then, nothing can separate the two. But when fate arrives and decides to threaten their lives; then, they must stand and fight. But unknowingly;
Burning ashes fall upon my shoulders, and screaming bodies run. I look through the blur of faces, and don't know what can be done.
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