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Proctor Ehrling Sep 2019
The system failed
I burnt my house
I seem so frail
As small as mouse
The ashes scatter
All around
It doesn't matter
I'm now unbound
Freestyle written in 4 minutes
Johannah Jeanty Jun 2019
Why are you not working
Do you want to get fired?
Run amuck, berzerking
You shouldn't play with fire.

Are we pyromaniacs?
Yes, we arson.
They keep saying that
We're gonna get burn.
NSH May 2019
Sirens are wailing,
My very last breath is staling.
A set of eyes pin me down,
Complete with a mock frown.
"Why, it looks like you're in trouble."
My fear seemed to double.
It's just like how they say,
'Your life flashes before your eyes.'
I'm pathetic, aren't I?
I let this person find my weakness while I was blind.
"Now, if I may,"
A beat passed. I'm going to die.
"I shall see to your demise."
I wrote this on an uneventful afternoon when I suddenly felt inspired by one of my favourite shows and the background noise that day (it was only yesterday, really)
mjad Nov 2018
the fire left sparks on my sleeve
You stood ten feet across from me
on the other side of the flames
they reflected in your eyes
the ocean blue turned arsony
and I could see all our memories
burning
Levottomuus Oct 2018
Scorched earth, the scent of charred evergreens
Thick, black smoke, the veil of death
Blazing embers and soot carried by the autumnal breeze
Asphyxiating every desperate breath
The fury of flames but a passionate wildfire
Spreading 'cross the flourishing land
The flowerbeds are charcoal, the tall trees expire
A trail of destruction written in the sand

Unfazed and curious, a slender silhouette watches
A forlorn watchman of the nature's will
Admiring the tango of the infernal clutches
The eyes of an eagle, a stranger on the hill
A chuckle, a smirk, a pair of matches at his feet
Thick, black smoke filling up his maw
Exhales the poison calmly, a swift step to leave
The cigarette **** descends from his claw

Alas, the conflagration not caused by fate
But a crime of man, an arson most vile
The price for indifference, an outbreak of hate
Demise of pure beauty in a mantle of fire
First 'real' poem that I'm posting and also first that I've ever written. I don't think there's much to be said about this one, it's rather clear...
James Shayne Oct 2018
Why can't I remember being young and happy?
I can only recall crying and not being able to breath
Can I burn memories?
unsxfe Nov 2017
Burn

I see my town in ashes.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
My house.
gone.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
I walk to the charred frame of where my front door was.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
I see my brother, sister, mom, and dad.
  But I'm sure they were Honerable Men.
all
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
slain
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
without second thought
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
burnt alive
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
  But I'm sure they were Honorable Men.
They probably had to do it.
  Right?


         right?
Once again, I have no idea why I wrote this. Experimeting with repitition?
Grace Eden Jun 2017
When I first saw you, you kissed me on the forehead and took a bucket of gasoline, raising it over your head, and poured it over me.  The chemicals seeped into every one of my pores.

You, that burning late August sun, set every square inch of my slick, slimy fossil fuel frame to flame.  Oh, I burned and burned for you, but I mistook the heat of your scorching destruction for the warmth of true affection.

You had your fun, but my fire grew too big for you; you were a pyromaniac, but you didn’t have a death wish.  Even in the cool December air, you didn’t need me to keep warm.

Eventually I was all burnt out, no more wick for flame to consume, so I withered away in the rubble of you.

Somehow, I walked away from the ashes: reborn, wiser.  With a new policy to hold myself to: never date an arsonist.
Devin Ortiz Feb 2017
Staring into the unwavering flame on the wick
Of a freshly lit candle, I nearly had a heart attack

Time too, decided to pause, the world grew quiet
And I grew sick in this endless moment.

Why was I so afraid to be stuck in one place,
All because of an unhealthy love for that glow

At the break, she danced across my eyes like
Orange brushtrokes on the setting sun of a canvas.

My heartbeat returns to normal, I breathe in
Letting all my fears burn away into ash.
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