Kiss the person who will set you on fire. It'll warm you up. Make them feel as if you're the only extinguisher in the room and show them what it feels like to burn. Show them what it feels like to have a heart blazing without anyone around to put it out. Walk up to the person whose lungs look like they're at the edge of a cliff and take their hand; Show them what it feels like to fall. No one ever warned me that the first time I fell would also be the first time I was set aflame. I want my ribs to burn until every ash courses through your veins. I want to feel it. I want to feel every flame pierce my pride and puncture my memories. I caught fire the second you looked into my eyes. I couldn't quite tell the difference between fire and butterflies at first. Although as soon as I felt your ashes in my lungs I knew I was going to be smothered. I was going to burn until every picture in my head shattered. I could feel the fire engulfing every forest inside of me. I could feel it taking the oxygen from my lungs and replacing it with the sound of your laughter. I didn't really understand what was happening until I noticed that every time you smiled I burned harder. One thing I've learned about fires is that they don't stop until they've burned everything in their path. My mother told me to hold onto the person who knows exactly where my path is leading. She told me to love the person who ignites me. The closer you get to the flame, the hotter it gets yet I blister whenever you're out of reach. Falling in love is fairly simple. It feels like catching fire.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Somewhere
there is a spellbinder
and I will find her
out where
the air is clear.
I feel her near to me
I so want to be
bound.
Found in her eyes
I would look in surprise
on another place
which smiles out of her face
and into my mind.
It's a kind of delusion, a fantasy,
a Peter Pan story
but for me it is real.
It's the seal on a contract
a dance with reality
a waltz across the dreaming sea
It's true
It just has to be.
Or why do I dream every night
Why do the stars scatter light on my brow
How can it not be so?
Tell me
I want to know.
And no answer was forthcoming.
In summing up
and thumbing my nose at them that don't know
I go on.
The truth is
It always existed
The dreams that consist of a better day
arrive in the night at the dousing of lights
and in a slow way
that slowly begins to feel okay
they say to me,
'I'm real
you see that it's true
why doubt
this is not about me
it's about you'
And the binding goes on
Long after the spellbinder has gone
her spells stay awake
make me ache
with a longing
She's put the song in
my heart.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
War of the worlds,
men bartering money
Dollar bills left abandoned,
blown to smithereens
Battling dusts of torment,
acceptance of surrender
Waging a money war,
business men flee
In the shadows rises,
a fallen angel
Akin to a phoenix,
from the ashes
She symbolizes a renewal,
dying in fires
Sparks burning a nest,
immortality supplying coffins
Diabolical legacies of past,
bow & arrow
Punctured wounding broken heart,
wings disallow flight
Stumbling a splintered hip,
reborn a chance
Of independent determined autonomy,
la Cuesta Encantada
Fallen at the gates,
an enchanted hill
San Simeon seeking redemption,
death awaits her
Carrying body & soul,
Santa María Maggiore
Of Roman baroque temples,
small cascading pools
Death releases her body,
the Neptune pool
She floats without dissension,
sinking in grace
In all her glory,
Hearst Castle will
Entomb body & soul,
memories of her
release release release
Absolution.
© Sia Jane
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC