Fearless
The fire rises the timber burns creating power of light and heat
Energy flowing in colours so that we know it's real and complete
Feed the fire for eternity and lose the magic of the source a spark that now roars in the wind my heart so sweet
Caught like a moth to the flame nothing else matters accept the consequences of want and hope as the defeat
Such power had the flame it killed it's self for such energy you cannot sustain and all that is left are ashes which is the truth and never again a light shined to compare to meet.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
They began to ask me,
"Do you remember?"
My mind floods with my own idiosyncrasy
As I become a raging storm center.
They must know about a past mistake.
I break into a cold sweat,
And await the full blast of my creeping headache.
I have only one thing from this life I do not regret.
When I looked into those eyes,
I found my long-lost joy.
Though if this is love, I must be wise;
When my heart gets involved, I'm like a target to destroy.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
Your lips tasted
like the stars
i never got to see
because of the cities
bright lights.
And once our lips connected,
Meteors fell down to earth,
And the ground beneath us started crumbling.
For it was the end of the beginning,
And I couldn't have been more un-afraid.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
I'm a self destructive mess.
Putting myself down
Starving myself
Because when I see myself
I feel I am not good enough
You shouldn't love me
You shouldn't care.
You shouldn't be near me
Because I am self destructive
And I will hurt you
In the process
Of hurting myself
I know I scare you
With all the things
I think badly about myself
But I didn't tell you to love me
But maybe
You can help me fix myself
Because I am a self destructive mess
And so are you
I guess that is why we work together
So perfectly
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
Why won't I stop
Clenching my fist?
The feelings I get
Make my stomach twist.
It can't be controlled,
I sit and reminisce
The times of serenity.
Why am I like this?
Screaming to no one,
Pursuing help and love.
No one hears my cries.
It's my mind I must get rid of.
Years of loneliness lie ahead.
Where has my clear mind gone?
My fits of rage take me over.
Repose- a blessed phenomenon.
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC