The match that starts the fire

By all means
Start a revolution
Be remembered
Leave your mark
Burn to the ground what you know is wrong
Stand up for your beliefs
…but keep in mind…
…the match that starts the fire…
…is never the same afterwards.

Please repost if you have stood up for your beliefs before and it has been worth the trouble you experienced when you did it.
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art! 

is it like a
snake's hiss
or Satan's kiss
or the very first wish upon a star?

is it like the
silent word
unseen, unheard
or the minutes as they smash into the hour?

is it like a
martyr's purse
or winter's curse
or the songs they hang from trees?

is it like the
endless ride
of the endless tide
or the foam that dances with the seas?

is it like the
shortest straw
that's been drawn before
or a window as it closes for the night?

is it like a
final prayer
or a reckless dare
or a flame's barely flickering light?

is it like the
game of love
a forlorn kid glove
or the singer as she wrestles with the song?

is it like the
dice of fate
rolled far too late
or a death that takes too long?

They were photo-shopped
Every inch of fat cropped
Cropped till there was nothing but bones
Cropped till society labelled them as beautiful
Cropped till they had boys falling at their feet
Cropped till they
no longer
needed
to be
cropped.

They had starved themselves
They were 'fat free'
They were
hollow
and

They were
empty.

hell must be empty
the demons are all here

they live inside of the shell of me
they have been for years

kicking my stomach

tossing my heart

twisting my mind

their silence is deafening
it's worse than my scream

hell can be empty
the demons are all here

they play around in my eyes
and make me believe what i can't see
they trick me into hearing what i want
and make me need what i glimpse

they help me deceive people
hurt people
break my heart while trying to crush others

hell should be empty
the demons are all here

they're darkness and ropes
my blades and my nooses
my tears and my blood
my powder and my pills
my guns and my ammo

hell could be empty
the demons are all here

they help me scare people
to betray them in any way
because they say "no one cares"
and i can't help but believe them

so when i say run away
get away fast
you must do what i want
or your heart won't last
i'll push you away
build concrete walls around me

so the demons can't hurt you




nor



i



can




hell is empty
the devil is right here