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Le pays est en sang Le pays est en feu Le pays est en flammes Le pays est sans dents Oh ! Mon Dieu ! Oh ! Mon âme
La plume du poète est plus tranchante Que l’épée de Damoclès La plume du poète est plus charmante Que les fleurs exotiques des pays de l’Est.
My friend, it is the way you look It is your amazing style Darling, it is the way you talk About me with a colossal smile
Crises sur crises Les mamans et les enfants s'évanouissent Crises sur crises Misère sur misère
Se kriz sou kriz Manman pitit ap pran kriz Se kriz sou kriz Se mizè sou mizè Mezanmi nou pa gen la pè
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
Burns forests to ash Destroys both good and evil Harbinger of death
Overwhelming black White fire rim beckons hope Pure nexus of light
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… Young J is a rapper he says I write my own lyrics to these songs, please press reply
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
Wish, not I, to dedicate a sonnet
In the moment/
I think we’re all a little bit fire aka the story of the three people I convinced to get tattoos in my basement and how I learned to grow
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
To my own demons: Internal weakness, sin of sloth, why must you chain me down so?
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?
My icy appendages Feel snowstorm ravaged When lacking Your fire
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?
A lamp burns tonight Now the fireflies rise up Oh, to burn like them.
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?
Me. The Little Flame, Ember Flameheart is my name, Love you, and all else.
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
The performer lived to do the world's oldest dance on his shrinking stage.
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.
We cannot say what we are not,
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
Do you see those burning ashes?
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.
Dear lover, I write a lot. There are words scribbled on my palms, my arms.
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 the beginning of all things, a pioneer. I I
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
There was a fire inside of herthat she just wouldn't put out.
It's a good thing fire is my favorite element,
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.
I think in rhyme, Music and cadence All tied up in song.
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
In fire I was born.
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.
Another long day Pretending to be
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
The look of despair lingers in the corner of my eyes and is reflected
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
I plan to attend college to expand the brilliant plan I began.
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,
My life has a multitude of pieces
The city is burning,
Sit back and hear the Dragon's cry Search for the stories thrown across the sky
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 .
When her fingertips
I wonder if thou hath dots on thy face
Sitting at a desk Trying to stay in context Before the big test
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
I wish that I could light an o
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.
The petal was on fire
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.
I am better at writingthan making a verbal speechso don't expect me to preach
Art,abstracted aesthiticSketching, painting, sculpting.Let the creativity flowcraftily.
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 want to burn everything. All of it.
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
I want to be a star, a movie star. The main attraction of my film.
little fire, lick me with your seductive flames. soothe me with
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
The ever lasting candle is what the lord provide me , except i am the light not the wax.
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”
My yellow brick road is outlined
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’m lost. I know that much.
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
In a new studio
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.
What is my dream job? Some may call it outlandish and immature Others say it is stupid and naive But I want to be a famous musician Lights shining on me While people stare and see
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
“Miss, may I show you to your suite”
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
There are many things that light my fire
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.
My brethren and I are thrown,
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.
Lack of confidence I will be my own defeat Internal battle
Bigot Closed Minded Delusional Judgemental Hatred I have been told that this would happen, but why? Other people before us has
I, an average college student, would change:
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,
I mourn for you my dear Prometheus
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
Drip drop, pitter patter
***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
To be everything andnothing all at once,why not breathethe living fire?
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
I was told to pursueThat which I want to be,Not that which I am.
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
I always smell like this after being outside,
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.
Probably for the best. Some would not be responsible and burn the building down.
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.