May 14 · 263
Silverflame May 14
With a smile on your mouth
I see the evening breathing out
Calling my long lost name

And while I don't you recall
I hear you whisper, while I fall
Pouring memories down the drain

I tried to make you understand
You need to leave wonderland
The lion still kills without claws

But you crashed with the reality
Leaving strangers with serenity
Drowning in the final applause
Apr 28 · 182
Silverflame Apr 28
His nocturnal desires have awoken,
they roam carelessly on the moonlit highway.
Tangled in cryptic and claustrophobic visions,
hands on the steering wheel; aiming at prey.

It hails with burned-out dreams,
morphine-filled words whisper about salvation.
Pines sprinkle their prickly love on his ragdoll,
igniting the poor man's gold excavation.

Lemon drops poured into his frayed heart,
a nirvana of thoughts etched in the sky.
The beacon revealed his method of madness,
he kept the grain of salt in his eye.
A random piece based on a dream I had.
Apr 20 · 226
Sleeping Forever
Silverflame Apr 20
Fun and games
that's all it takes
to keep young hearts in motion
but one night like the
thousands of others
she went missing;
gone from sight and
gone from everyday life

Time went by
and she went with it
the clock was a ticking bomb;
waiting to find hope
and explode with glee
but on the happiest
day of the world
it took a sharp turn

She was found in the
morning's cold embrace
no trace of life remained;
robbed of innocence
robbed of possibilities
never to open eyes again
never to open the front door
and say "I'm home"
Based on the murder of the Danish girl Emilie Meng in 2016. Her murderer is still not found.
Apr 15 · 139
Live And Learn
Silverflame Apr 15
Open your eyes and see the world;
it's been here the whole time.
Free your heart and free your mind;
loving yourself is no crime.

Take off your mask and just be you;
it takes courage to come alive.
Let the light fight the dark away;
you don't need to be disguised.

Tell the world you're here to stay;
drown your doubt in the river bend.
Believe in yourself and you'll realize;
you're your own hero in the end.
Mar 23 · 362
Lie With Me
Silverflame Mar 23
Lie with me
on this ancient
ground and keep
me warm with
your lies about
a better tomorrow
where sorrows
die with the
remnants of my
common sense
Mar 18 · 205
A Little Bit
Silverflame Mar 18
Little free sparrow
with the sad sound,
rolling with its shadow
all night long.
Settles in your heart
with memories of that once was,
and if you keep quiet
you can still hear its song.

Little blue butterfly
floats on the last day of May,
around in the bright spring
off on life's highway.
It has seen the world
and take it all as a play,
it dives into an ocean of clover
and a nirvana of forget-me-not.

Little black cat
spins the dark night,
chasing rare demons
while guarding your mind.
While you're away in dreams
nothing dangerous can come in here,
two large amber eyes are watching
shining like moonlight.

Little white dove
with wings as a sign of peace,
knocking gently on your doorstep
waiting for crumbs of love.
Somewhere unknown it flew away
around its little leg hung a message:
"wipe the diamonds away from the cheek
and keep in mind that nothing lasts forever."
Mar 12 · 486
Save Myself
Silverflame Mar 12
A loaded gun behind the perfect shot,
infiltrate my mind with memories I'd forgot.
Pills and potions couldn't help ease the pain,
the man with the mask I can no longer keep sane.

And in the bleeding sky I saw,
scars I've encountered once before.
The depth is scary, but I can't look away,
I dive and drown in this red ocean every day.

I close my eyes and hum a song,
trying to outshout the things I've done wrong.
It's a suicide mission to try and win this fight,
so I'll just get lost with the strangers of the night.

On the gleaming tracks I run with no goal,
its just an endless journey within a distant black hole.
I'm just a fraction of something that could've been great,
but, I know it's too late to change my bulletproof fate.
Mar 10 · 238
Silverflame Mar 10
You did not want to make me cry
I did not want to say goodbye
oh, I've been a fool for far too long

You did not want to make amends
I did not want to make it end
oh, what can I do to get to you?

I did not get to save your soul
now I'm sitting here alone
bleeding heavily from loving you

And I know that it's way too late
I put my life in your fate
but I'm still smiling here in the dark
Feb 11 · 564
On My Mind
Silverflame Feb 11
come forward, you sweet whimsical dream.
fill my mind up with all sorts of beauties.
leave my bed empty, but my smile frozen.
these euphoric senses dance on my duvet,
to later sleep on my pillow.
I wish I could stay here forever.
for this one feeling.
the feeling of something.
something like the very feeling of feelings;
feels peculiar.
here I have forgotten you.
here I am free of the idea of a
silhouette, that used to be mine.
but; there is always a but.
when the sun's lazy hot
rays tickle my eyes open.
and the birds, now mournful,
chirping trespass my ears.
there falls the heavy brick down,
and with a sudden bang.
I see the raven black silhouette,
crystallized in the corner of my eye.
Jan 31 · 242
Front Line
Silverflame Jan 31
front line; left behind
a steady battle cry crawls
into the death drum
Jan 31 · 200
Spawning Promises
Silverflame Jan 31
spawning promises
deep in the pond with goldfish
the final breakdown
Jan 28 · 190
Approaching Nightfall
Silverflame Jan 28
approaching nightfall
rosy stray lips talk too much
drinking the false truth
Jan 27 · 371
Silverflame Jan 27
He just swims in his mind
drowning sorrows in drinks,
the light has burnt out
he's unable to think,
about life and what to do.

He sneaks off in the night
taking heavy-hearted steps,
he leaves nothing behind
he just wants to forget,
about life and what not to do.
Jan 26 · 202
Meandering Thoughts
Silverflame Jan 26
meandering thoughts
a central, vicious star writes
whilst watching the skulls
Jan 26 · 218
Darkening Seashore
Silverflame Jan 26
darkening seashore
a golden, bare halo flies
betrayed by the knife
Jan 26 · 224
Unfamiliar Home
Silverflame Jan 26
unfamiliar home
a slight, fragile bubble trapped
by the ballpoint pen
Dec 2017 · 266
Silverflame Dec 2017
i'm 21;
yet my mind is still flying away to the countryside
to dance with the lark under the meadow bridge
I hope this never change, no matter how old I get.
My birthday was 25th of December :)
Nov 2017 · 150
Somewhere, Someone Cares
Silverflame Nov 2017
my old futile dreams
make the windows all misty
ripping up the seams
blood mixed with ancient whiskey

a smile around the corner
lures the naive mind
fucking up the world order
another death wish signed

overhead, brick by brick
the november wind stands still
heart oozing of homesick
empty thoughts my glass refill

delusions cover my sight
faraway lights blink with eager
fixing the crooked night
dinner with the grim reaper
Nov 2017 · 255
Still Alive
Silverflame Nov 2017
Eventually pain became my friend.
An ally I could trust completely.
It would tell me when I was badly wounded.
But this friend became an addiction.
A toxic relationship with no escape.
And when my mind wandered off to other places,
trying to forget everything,
it would drag me back into reality with no mercy.
Scars can only heal if you leave them alone,
but this friend ripped them up every night.
I can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt,
but at least I knew I was still alive.
An old poem I found collecting dust on my computer.
I've been busy with studying, so I miss writing poems.
Oh well, I'll hopefully get some time to write again soon.
Jul 2017 · 422
No Longer Soaring
Silverflame Jul 2017
run with the wind to
the killing freedom
search for the
ultimate home
surrounded by fields
to make an eternal summer
the frozen sun goes
around and around
a bird with a
broken wing is dead
no one came to visit
Jul 2017 · 629
Lost Before Found
Silverflame Jul 2017
i scraped my knees in the
realms of time
i don't know where to hide
under the willow tree
to find and harvest
the new moon
a cracked ceiling blinks
with long lashes
my long lost friend is
still ice cold
it is not yet spring

greet my reflection if
i go too long
without smiling

a transparent person
it looks a lot like
I turn my weird dreams into weird poetry.
Jun 2017 · 483
Silverflame Jun 2017
it’s like i’m trapped inside of an oyster
hidden away from the world;
except i am not a precious pearl
waiting to be found
Jun 2017 · 345
Silverflame Jun 2017
I take occasional sips
from my favorite mug that
I've poured chamomile tea into.
It's strange how we
change through the years.
When I was younger I hated
chamomile tea, since my mum
made it when I was sick.
But now, it's one of my favorites.
I guess my soul is sickened of the
mundane world I live in,
and it needs something to
clam it down.
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
I'm Here
Silverflame Apr 2017
I’m a healer; not a feeler,
a traveler with loss of passion.
Pipe dreams are clear when day is gone,
then I spawn stories you can’t imagine.

I’m a wanderer; but I am not lost,
burn the human manufactures.
The sky is bleeding poor man’s gold,
drowning lunatic dream-catchers.

I’m a winter child; but my heart is fire,
it's a roaring black hole of ancient lullabies.
Follow the zebra through the midnight woods,
I saw glimpse of amnesia in its eyes.
This is based on a dream I've had recently.
It's quite random, which dreams tend to be.
Apr 2017 · 569
Fifty-four Smiles
Silverflame Apr 2017
Hair was dark as night
the silver fox has arrived
I call her mother

Roasted chestnut eyes
searching for people to help
hope lives in her palms

Four strong beating hearts
she embroidered those to us
a human angel

Today is her day
because she emerged from it
April dwells in her
For my mother - today is her birthday! :)
Apr 2017 · 520
Take Me Back
Silverflame Apr 2017
Seeing the changes
floating away with the stream
give back my childhood
Trying out another haiku.
Apr 2017 · 725
On The Line
Silverflame Apr 2017
Melt away my fear
hold my hand for just a bit
hungry eyes waiting
First time playing around with a haiku.
Mar 2017 · 980
Silverflame Mar 2017
We almost made it
Hence the word almost
You left with no trace

Do you regret leaving?
I* am a mess without you
Don't pretend we were nothing

You promised you'd be there for me
Only me
Unfortunately, you lied

Liquor is now your replacement
Eating seems pointless
After you left, everything lost meaning
Volcano meets tornado
Erase my foolishness

Maybe I still love you
Even now, when you don't deserve it

This is an acrostic poem I wrote a long time ago...
Mar 2017 · 883
Melting Point
Silverflame Mar 2017
Wherever you look she is there, waiting;
beautiful and cold as she is,
for someone to entertain her.

When the sleepy skies yawn away and
his golden locks take the podium,
he can’t help but notice only her.

He invites to dance, so she lifts her skirts high
and puts her transparent hand in his and
together they dance their crystal waltz.

He might entertain her only for a while,
because she will soon perish from something
magically beautiful to just another puddle.*

But despite knowing this, she does not mind at all.
Feb 2017 · 12.4k
Waves Of Goodbye
Silverflame Feb 2017
Lying on the beach,
it's getting darker each time you blink.
Hear the colorful explosions up high,
the sky is in chaos, don't you think?

Forget what I told you,
leave those words to the tide.
The stars are peaking through,
my ignorance is wild and wide.

A handful of white rocks,
you smile like a maniac.
Breathing out hoaxes,
while I play piano on your back.

The fireworks stopped,
you gave me black rocks.
My blanket was made for two,
yet another startling paradox.
This is absolutely crazy. I can't believe my poem was chosen as a daily. Especially not when I know there are so many other, way more talented, poets on this site who deserve it way more than I do. But I thank you all of you, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, liking and the nice comments you leave. It means the absolute world to me! :) <3
Feb 2017 · 715
Wordless Screaming
Silverflame Feb 2017
I want to yell across the entire universe, about
how close my heart is at exploding from the
constant pressure, caused by indestructible demons.
Demons that dance to the symphony of my broken dreams.

But if I really got the chance to speak up
my mind, I'd rather sew up my lips
so no pitiful words of hope can interfere with
the reality that kicked me down in the first place.

Having someone to care seems more scary than the
endless hole I'm falling through; My last cry for help
is now dying in my throat, mingled with the other
unspoken opportunities of a better life.
I finally got some time to write and get some feelings off my chest. It feels good.
Jan 2017 · 1.3k
Leaf Crown
Silverflame Jan 2017
The golden leaves have said their final goodbye,
as they slowly fall down the trees.
But never have corpses of nature looked more beautiful,
than the crown they made on the top of your head.
Nov 2016 · 996
Change of Dreams
Silverflame Nov 2016
As a child, he whispered newfound dreams
to a delighted dandelion, before
he softly blew it to pieces.
He watched the tiny parachutes
float away in mother nature’s warm breath,
until the seeds arrived at their destination.

But now, he is throwing those dreams
into the ocean like useless rocks.
He watches them as they hit the wet surface
and vanish in a heartbeat.
Rings emerge, one after another,
until the debris of those dreams are gone.
Nov 2016 · 999
The Corner of Stillness
Silverflame Nov 2016
She stood beneath the dying sun, with crimson mist
surrounding her at the very edge of the world.

Here she experienced the explosions of pure silence for
the first time, since being born into a world of noise.

She smiled and looked back to see the last burning bridge
destroying everything around it, to later vanish from the surface.

Later the rain will wash away the flaws that remain,
until another bridge magically appears out of the blue.

With a chill kiss from the November wind,
she closed her eyes and jumped.

Her fall broke the silence and the noise
claimed the last corner of stillness.
I had a weird dream, once again.
Oct 2016 · 1.0k
When Time Stood Still
Silverflame Oct 2016
Your mouth gleams blue under the veil of the full moon.
Your perfect pearl teeth light up like thousands of falling stars ready to face their doom.
Your eyes are reflected in the whispering bay, while your raven black eyelashes extend like mournful hands up against the dark sky.
Your cheeks flare up as the warmest fire place on earth.
This is a poem I wrote back in 2012, in my first year of high school. I was supposed to create it with a friend, but she let me do all the work, since she thought I were good with words, but I don't know about that. I wrote it in Danish, but I have now decided to translate it into English with a few improvements for it to make better sense.
Oct 2016 · 1.6k
Break Of Day
Silverflame Oct 2016
The spiderweb catches glistening water
jewels in the newborn sunlight.
Oct 2016 · 683
Silverflame Oct 2016
You make me feel so miserable.
But I can’t blame you for these feelings.
Because you don’t know about them.
You don’t even know I love you.

My light and will power is fading away.
Because she stole your heart without struggle.
A chosen one has claimed you.
And that chosen one is not me.

Giving you up is what I should do.
It’s hard, but you will never know.
Still I want to thank you, for being you.
Thank you for making me feel alive.
Oct 2016 · 766
Water and Earth
Silverflame Oct 2016
Calm, mysterious
Diving, exploring, drowning
Forgotten treasures found, burning hot ground
Feeling, wandering, searching
Secure, solid
Oct 2016 · 1.8k
Silverflame Oct 2016
Mayday, my ship is slowly sinking.
Crushed and then consumed by these merciless waters called your lies.
Your apologies came in like the Kraken, destroying every evidence of life.
But I was safe inside my cabin because you know;
the captain is supposed to go down with the ship.
And so I did.
Now I am just a skeleton with pointless memories,
resting at the obscure ocean bottom with my shipwreck.
Oct 2016 · 472
Notice Me
Silverflame Oct 2016
I keep thinking about all the things we could become,
about adventures we would put in our pockets,
and watch the dark capture the sun.

But I’m sure you don’t know how I feel,
but it’s not you who is spellbound,
since it’s you who spins the wheel.

I know you, yet you are still a stranger,
it’s rather funny the way we met,
but now I sense the inevitable danger.

Sometimes we don’t talk for a while
yet I still wonder how you’re doing,
and then I can’t stop to smile.

To be honest I would like to run away,
but you keep me tied to your wrist,
without hearing the words I have to say.

I think we have a lot of calamity in us,
yet it seems to hurt me the most,
so hit me with your best shot.

**And take my breath away for the last time.
Oct 2016 · 847
The False Muse
Silverflame Oct 2016
He calls her out when his imagination is used up,
then his ideas keep spawning, continuing nonstop.

Yet he can’t move his hands, they are paralyzed
from the touch of her hands; he feels hypnotized.

Her eyes are full of roaming oceans and thunder,
crushing small sailboats like a bloodthirsty hunter.

Her skin is gleaming in the veil of the silver moon,
reminding him of his first kiss with her back in June.

Her lips are covered in poison, like they were back then,
with a bare touch they can turn boys into grown up men.

Freckles are lightly strewn over her cheeks and nose,
smiling and blinking of all the little secrets she knows.

Her hair is chestnut brown with hints of flaming red,
dancing like fires in the reflection of the sun on top of her head.

The sky is trembling whenever she speaks a word,
sending shivers down his spine and making his vision blurred.

Whenever she takes a step the earth is loudly moaning,
making his ears on the very verge of exploding.

Her heart is a black hole storing mysterious crimes,
forgotten solar systems and corpses of ancient times.

Her soul is nowhere to be seen, it disappeared out of the blue,
making her a floating skeleton with something to pursue.

But when he takes the brush and pencil and begins to paint and write.
nothing ever happens; the canvas and paper still remain white.
Oct 2016 · 8.4k
Corpse Flower
Silverflame Oct 2016
You are like a corpse flower;
Beautiful and rare, but with a hint of death
In case you do not know what a corpse flower is or how it looks like, then I suggest you should Google it. It's a very unique and  beautiful flower, but with a foul smell.
Aug 2016 · 7.1k
Silverflame Aug 2016
When my finger met the paper, in a brief love affair, it took my blood as a trophy.
Then the red droplets created a beautiful mess as it sank into the dead white wood.
It stung badly, and it continued to hurt as I went on a mission to find a bandage that
could keep the crimson art inside of me, instead of spilling it everywhere.
When I wiped the excess blood away I saw nothing, yet I was still in pain.
But what hurts the most right now is my heart, because just like I couldn’t
see the papercut, you can’t see my broken heart either, and it is bleeding heavily.
Because of you.
And I can’t seem to find a bandage big enough to heal the
hole you left in my dying heart.
I am so happy that my poem was selected as a daily. That is so unbelievable on so many levels. Thank you so very much to all of your comments, likes and reposts. It means the world to me! :)
Aug 2016 · 5.5k
Hand In Hand
Silverflame Aug 2016
Elegant, fragile
Captivating, enticing, comforting
Cleansing your soul, intensify your spine
Alluring, controlling, compelling
Powerful, sophisticated
I wanted to create something different, so I decided to give a diamante poem a try. Perhaps not the best, but it sure was a lot of fun.
I play both flute and saxophone, so I thought it was a great idea to "compare" them, in this kind of poem.
Jul 2016 · 1.2k
The Road To Madness
Silverflame Jul 2016
Your silhouette was ignited by
the flash from the headlights.
Here on the road away from
busy streets and dizzy delights.

Indulged by the chill kisses
from the distant wind above us.
We sat here until the frost bit our
lips and time became dangerous.

We watched the world as
people continued to live and die.
Here on the crowded highway,
where strangers passed us by.

Frozen in time we saw them smile
and we also saw them cry.
Wrapped away from the present,
we were trapped, you and I.

You gave your heart to me,
said it was mine for eternity.
I had nothing to give to you
besides blankets of serenity.

You are stuck on my mind 24/7,
like an indelibly tattoo.
I might go mad since it feels
like the only sane thing to do.
Jul 2016 · 712
Silverflame Jul 2016
I just spoke to you this morning.
You sat elegant, just like a queen.
Yet you left us with no warning.
Now you are nowhere to be seen.

No more strange looks behind my back.
No more tiny sounds with that crooked tooth.
No more fur coated in midnight black.
No more eyes that flash like a photo booth.

The two there are left, what about them?
They don’t know you are gone forever.
Cars combined with speed is what I condemn.
You deserved so much better.

On this mild Monday in July.
Your memory now will be kept.
If I knew, I would have said proper goodbye.
Your death is hard to accept.

Your spot is now empty.
Like an important missing piece.
You were so sweet and friendly.
I hope you rest in peace.
One of my cats died this morning. It got hit by a car. The only positive thing is, that she died right away with no suffering. Her name was Crystal which is why I named this poem "Crystallized" since I thought it would fit perfectly for her.
Jul 2016 · 816
Thin Ice
Silverflame Jul 2016
Like ice cubes in a tray,
we were stored away.
Frozen and divided,
yet strong when united.

We cannot break free,
from the darkness they don’t see.
They are controlled by a malicious sickness,
which turns them into creatures bred by darkness.

Now we play a game,
for our freedom to reclaim.
They think they have plenty of time,
to cover up their secret crime.

We look them in the eyes,
with coldness and despise.
Messing with us they will soon regret,
when we torture them through the alphabet.
I am not too sure why I wrote this.
Jul 2016 · 861
Silverflame Jul 2016
The world is trapped in a thick haze,
which is why no one wants to be themselves these days.
They are watching; circling like vultures,
while slowly washing away my colors.

Bandages and "sorry" don’t fix bullet holes,
decaying people have decaying goals.
Do not dare to dream of something bigger,
when your friend is shaking with their finger on the trigger.

Childhood songs are stored within,
like ink is etched into my skin.
My youth they stole; they left me plain,
with venom quickly crashing through my veins.

We are all but pilot episodes,
failing to ever make it as we go.
Like lost souls we flourish through the night,
searching for originality to make us shine bright.

Society; your cage is officially suffocating,
our lives you so ruthless is dominating.
The truth I speak is so loud you can not ignore,
because this is not another harmless metaphor.*

I declare war.
Jun 2016 · 1.9k
Silvery Notes
Silverflame Jun 2016
I still remember the day we first met.
It was so magical, I will never forget.
I was invited to see and try something new.
But never would I have imagined I would meet you.

One by one, we got to hold you and learn.
I remember I couldn’t wait for it to be my turn.
And when she finally placed you in my tiny hands.
I didn’t expect you would change my future plans.

I placed my lips on your cold silver mouthpiece.
I took a deep breath and your notes broke the peace.
I looked at her with impressed eyes and lips painted with glee.
She praised the others, but the one she was most impressed with, was me.

11 years we have been together, where did time go?
We already have so many memories, performing at every show.
And the time we played for the queen, do you remember as well?
I will hold you until my hands can no longer move themselves.

I can’t picture a life, a childhood without you by my side.
They said we were partners in crime, just like Bonnie and Clyde.
And whenever I was falling, you were my never failing parachute.
I love you to pieces, my old trusty flute.
Just a little piece for my little flute.
Jun 2016 · 1.2k
Silverflame Jun 2016
She is hiding behind the tall pine trees.
My thoughts are all twisted. She is calling for me.
Her silhouette is now stored, burned into my eyes.
She spoke with a voice that disrupted the sky.

It’s only her and I in this misty forest, all alone.
The path I came from is now gone, overgrown.
When I take a step closer, I simply go nowhere.
She stands completely still, guiding me like a flare.

Everything is quiet, except for all the voices in my head.
They scream her name, coloring my ears with red.
A distant look is embroidered on her face.
She is captivating; I might be in dire straits.

I’ve been wandering for so long, in so many years.
Now I stand in an awe of her, stuck in second gear.
So I’ll just stay here forever, looking at her in despair.
Because if I turn around, I am afraid she might disappear.
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