emily-fletcher14 - Hello Poetry

i am a ball of fire in a house of hay just waiting to ignite i wonder what the cool taste of water is would be against my hot fiery body i hear my arms my arms my chest crackling with flame i see a sleeping boy a crying woman a man hunched over with no knowledge of the fire under their feet i want to be real to ignite and burn this house to the ground i am not real i pretend to be real to be made of water but if you could just push through my god i would burn you i feel the throb the pulse of a deeper hotter brighter fire one that i can only imagine i touch my burning body and wish a thousand times that i could just burn out here alone i cry tears of water but never enough to put out the fire that races across my skin i am going to burn you i understand that you will try to scrub away the ash and the burns and the memory of what i am i say that i am fire and you say that i am a disgust a disappointment i dream of you enveloping me in your arms not caring of the fire that will cling to your body i try to believe that i hope for that i want and will for that but all i can know is that the fire will come i am burning and i am unchangeable

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Jan 30, 2017

Jan 30, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC

emily-fletcher14

i am - a slam poem

i am a ball of fire in a house of hay just waiting to ignite i wonder what the cool taste of water is would be against my hot fiery body i hear my arms my arms my chest crackling with flame i see a sleeping boy a crying woman a man hunched over with no knowledge of the fire under their feet i want to be real to ignite and burn this house to the ground i am not real i pretend to be real to be made of water but if you could just push through my god i would burn you i feel the throb the pulse of a deeper hotter brighter fire one that i can only imagine i touch my burning body and wish a thousand times that i could just burn out here alone i cry tears of water but never enough to put out the fire that races across my skin i am going to burn you i understand that you will try to scrub away the ash and the burns and the memory of what i am i say that i am fire and you say that i am a disgust a disappointment i dream of you enveloping me in your arms not caring of the fire that will cling to your body i try to believe that i hope for that i want and will for that but all i can know is that the fire will come i am burning and i am unchangeable

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little boy I cradle you in my arms gentle soft arms soft eyes tiny and innocent in this moment the light framing your eyes bright through darkness that you will sink through So my baby cousin who will grow into a man I want to tell you You are strong you are a man so you are strong strong enough to break things with words or fists you will be given weapons at your disposal a bar a beer and bare fists but i beg of you your mind unpolluted by sprayed spit glass shards and oxygen hard to breathe so i warn you know there are girls shredding their souls to find forgiveness squeezing hearts through a meat grinder to try and see a way to get past their bruises there are men winding flowers around girls necks let them hang ‘because i deserved it didn’t i?’ little baby you are strong you are a man so you are strong strong enough to twist a daisy chain of sweet nothings around a girls thin fragile neck and squeeze you can i will not say you can’t because you can but i do not want your tiny hands to bear a death sentence look at you i will not say you can’t because you can but i do not want your eyes your daisy chain fists to inspire fear

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC

emily-fletcher14

daisy chain fists ~ part one

little boy I cradle you in my arms gentle soft arms soft eyes tiny and innocent in this moment the light framing your eyes bright through darkness that you will sink through So my baby cousin who will grow into a man I want to tell you You are strong you are a man so you are strong strong enough to break things with words or fists you will be given weapons at your disposal a bar a beer and bare fists but i beg of you your mind unpolluted by sprayed spit glass shards and oxygen hard to breathe so i warn you know there are girls shredding their souls to find forgiveness squeezing hearts through a meat grinder to try and see a way to get past their bruises there are men winding flowers around girls necks let them hang ‘because i deserved it didn’t i?’ little baby you are strong you are a man so you are strong strong enough to twist a daisy chain of sweet nothings around a girls thin fragile neck and squeeze you can i will not say you can’t because you can but i do not want your tiny hands to bear a death sentence look at you i will not say you can’t because you can but i do not want your eyes your daisy chain fists to inspire fear

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I have been an avid reader of you for two years sticking with you through every fat melting, curve creating, ‘scientifically tested,’ filling, plumping, thinning… lie Dear Mr Magazine I was there through every fad, every phase, every diet… and now, it is now, it is only now, that I realise. Dear Mr Magazine I realise that even though I was there for you, you were never there for me wrapping me up in your pages I thought you were a blanket of warmth and solidarity in a world that only lied… but you were the liar Dear Mr Magazine you lied to me and I trusted you I wrapped up my heart in your pages to absorb what would make me beautiful because I could never really be beautiful, could I Mr Magazine? Dear Mr Magazine you gifted us with a free makeup brush and a trip to the psych ward you gifted us with ‘TOP 10 TIPS TO PLEASE YOUR MAN!’ and an eating disorder you gifted us with diet shake recipes and bottles of green happy pills Dear Mr Magazine I was an avid reader of you for two years sticking with you even though you never stuck by me I wrapped my trust up in your pages and you swallowed it with smiling white teeth Dear Mr Magazine you tear away little girls self esteem like I am tearing you now the rip of your pages slowly pumps belief back through my heart I cannot believe I let you control me for so long! Dear Mr Magazine I just want to thank you thank your shreds lying on my bedroom floor I just want to thank you for showing me what it’s like to live as a ghost of myself

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Jun 20, 2016

Jun 20, 2016 at 12:02 AM UTC

emily-fletcher14

Dear Mr Magazine

I have been an avid reader of you for two years sticking with you through every fat melting, curve creating, ‘scientifically tested,’ filling, plumping, thinning… lie Dear Mr Magazine I was there through every fad, every phase, every diet… and now, it is now, it is only now, that I realise. Dear Mr Magazine I realise that even though I was there for you, you were never there for me wrapping me up in your pages I thought you were a blanket of warmth and solidarity in a world that only lied… but you were the liar Dear Mr Magazine you lied to me and I trusted you I wrapped up my heart in your pages to absorb what would make me beautiful because I could never really be beautiful, could I Mr Magazine? Dear Mr Magazine you gifted us with a free makeup brush and a trip to the psych ward you gifted us with ‘TOP 10 TIPS TO PLEASE YOUR MAN!’ and an eating disorder you gifted us with diet shake recipes and bottles of green happy pills Dear Mr Magazine I was an avid reader of you for two years sticking with you even though you never stuck by me I wrapped my trust up in your pages and you swallowed it with smiling white teeth Dear Mr Magazine you tear away little girls self esteem like I am tearing you now the rip of your pages slowly pumps belief back through my heart I cannot believe I let you control me for so long! Dear Mr Magazine I just want to thank you thank your shreds lying on my bedroom floor I just want to thank you for showing me what it’s like to live as a ghost of myself

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