I am fire.
Burning, blazing, uncompromising.
My flames roil and flicker -
My hands are cold, not to deceive,
but only because my flames do not always need to be loud.
They are still, they are violent, they are power.
I
am power.
My fire -
my words,
my dreams,
my anger,
my pain,
my secrets,
my logic.
It spills in my tears and burns in my chest,
quiet but raging,
watching and waiting, a hurricane of heat.
And within me - freedom -
I sail my skies, wings ablaze,
as furious as the Sun.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
Ripples in my reflection,
A stone falls down
down
down
My image goes with it,
It floats into whirlpools
Of empty.
Goodbye.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
noun
the person who gets to grow old with you
synonyms: imissyou, i'msorry, wenevergottosaygoodmorning
antonyms: doyoumissme?
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 8:44 PM UTC
The shadows I carry
smell like lemongrass.
They melt in the rain,
-softly-
gray ghosts on gray mass.
I hold them close
-lemongrass-
roll in their hills and valleys,
on summer nights they watch
and the clouds move slowly past.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
i sit down in my best suit
and tap my shiny shoes (tip toe)
waiter, please
(he rolls with speed)
may i get your finest hippo?
of course, he says, such a delicacy
would you like a flank, an ear?
that's all right, i tell his wheels,
i'll take it all, no sear
i wait and tap my silver spoon,
there's not much more to say
it's half past five when she walks in,
alive,
a hippo who's elephantine.
we sit and dine with silver spoons,
she orders some fresh porridge pie
we talk about the jargon and jibble,
turns out that she's a little bit shy
(surprise!)
the waiter was right,
she eats with great delicacy,
napkin a-lap and china a-quiet!
that's about it,
we split the bill and leave,
i tip my hat and she prances away
i walk down the path with no general aim,
maybe a goose will honk and hooray.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC