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Sarah Jan 2020
They set fire to my country
And watched as it burned down
Forgetting that it was a phoenix
And the phoenix rises from its ash
lua Nov 2019
From his back, grew feathers
Those so dark but when the light hits them, a thousand colours shine through
The skin around his hind legs bulged and swolen
And with each right step, he grew flowers
And with each left step, it leaked fire

His face morphed from person to person
Yet his eyes, they stayed the same
They followed me, every move I made
Meadows behind his shadow wasted away to ash

I rest my palm on his cheek
He rests a feathered wing on the back of my hand
"Who are you?"
I ask him

He tells me:

"I am everyone and anyone

I am someone you see everyday

I am the face you see in the crowd

I am the thunderstorms in the night

I am the gentle breeze that hits your face

I am the sound of children's laughter in your ears

I am the wind below your feet

I am the first tear that drips down your cheeks

I am the sweat down your temples

I am the tremble in your hands, the shiver down your spine

I am the place the light can not reach, yet I am the light

I drink yet I do not thirst

I eat yet I am not hungry

I breathe in air that does not exist

I want what I do not need

I take what I do not want

Yet I am not a god

I am not a man

Nor anything in this world

I am no one

I am nobody

I am nothing."
Jaden Nov 2019
We built our house
at the base of Vesuvius;
in the shadow of that mountain
we made our home.

When the tremors came
we shook it off and carried on:
it was just the island settling.

When fire rained down,
and smoke and ash filled the sky
we did nothing but watch,
as the air darkened.

We knew- in the back of our minds-
that the end was coming, and yet
we did nothing because what was there to do?

They will come in a hundred years
and see the green grass and
the beautiful, vibrant blossoms
and know nothing of the fire that destroyed us.
© XPY 2019
EmperorOfMine Nov 2019
Imp boy
What big brown eyes you have
How I wonder what they've seen
What they have passed
So small, so somber
Your aura, I ponder
You simmer in silence
You observe your table
I see that tension, cumber
Built behind your gable
Am I concerned
I'm just in awe
I'm a snow moth attracted
To a dark imp boy, of all...
james Nov 2019
i see you, laying in the ashes
of the firestorm we've been dancing through

you were born in the heat of war
and winning's left you far too cold

gunpowder has settled in your lungs
though you try you cannot cough it up

all your life youve had to fight
so no one told you how to love
i wrote some poems using inktober prompts. (im just posting the ones i liked). here's day 13: ash
lua Oct 2019
ash
there is no beauty in her words
only a hatred so strong
it turns every breath of hers to ash.
Garrett Johnson Sep 2019
Feelings at the theater.

Take your life.
Take the soap.
Take the cigarettes.
Take regrets.
Take emotions.
Take the lotion.
Take the gun.
Take the pines.
Take the water.
Burn.



Garrett Johnson.
All for nothing. Supposedly.
annh Aug 2019
red
neon
rain spattered
pavements teeming;
one thousand prismatic shades of meaning

graffiti-laden puddles splish, splosh, splash;
as midnight turns
to blue, and
dawn to
ash

‘I walked up, and I walked down, and I walked straight into a delicately dying sky, and finally the sequence of observed and observant things brought me, at my usual eating time, to a street so distant from my usual eating place that I decided to try a restaurant which stood on the fringe of the town. Night had fallen without sound or ceremony when I came out again.’
- Vladimir Nabokov, The Vane Sisters
Jule Jul 2019
Ash was there, filling each groove -
Making it impossible as a space to use.
I searched for a device to clear my vice,
But could only see ones with others lips on their device.
Come to find, this one is mine!
But as I turned to clear the ash once near,
My gaze caught me by surprise.
The ash was clear!
We could settle here,
But there was one point I felt insight.
I could’ve used a device from another -
To clear the ash once near.
But I searched and waited to find my own,
And my patience brought me here.
tree Jul 2019
the sun
shines bright
warm hues explode from the center
but the beauty of the sun was so enticing
that the moon wanted to reach out
but as soon as she touched the blazing star
she was burnt

in the same way, i tried to reach out to you
but all you did was burn me
what did i do?
burn alive, in the hope that you would notice me
and you wept next to my ashes as if you cared
if only that was true
i was devoured by your fire ,, yet you didn't bat an eye until i was gone
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