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Jellyfish Dec 2017
I want to hold on to you,
even if it burns me.
I want to be next to you,
despite how you've hurt me.
I hate not talking to you.
Anomaly Dec 2017
To the great observers
He is mister bright fellow
His nature is to be with nature
Showing his vibrant shades of warm
Many would say he is yellow

But his fuel is to steal oxygen
His habit is to leave the floor charcoal
And make the trees blame themselves for the ash

He comes and goes so quick
That only the one that suffered would know of his acts.
AD Snail Nov 2017
Skin charred,
As the flame got to close,
Your flesh was not prepared,
For the intense heat.

She takes another step,
Blindly burning brightly.
Expecting you to latch onto her back.

She touched you,
Intoxicated by the feel of touch.

The flame that surrounds her always,
Stretches onto your own body,
Consuming you and leaving you boiling and aching.

Her needy touch is a flame,
And she mistook you for a moth
Alyssa Gregory Oct 2017
Some people believe that breathing is not a choice but in reality it's your choice to stay or go. Cuts run along her arms she blames a cat every time she cries herself to sleep from the **** of her father or the beating from her mother. Her school torments her over and over again until at last, she tries to use a moose and she takes her last breath and slam goes the chair... so sad world another mistake of others. Society is killing beaten a bruised people, just to make people raise themselves up until BAM another life is taken...
~A.E.G
Tbh this was something that was on the top of my head, so it's not about someone
AD Snail Oct 2017
Scorched flesh,
So inflamed and infected,
Fresh damage to self.

Flames dance after thee,
As you break away.
Your in dire need for a rescue,
But hate to complain.

Burns meet silence,
As cream heals all but the screams.

They set your insides aflame,
Everything physically a crisp,
As you mentally try to breath.
Love is a flame that burns any heart it touches.
Love can be beautiful but it comes with the sharpest thorn's you'll find.
Love is a pain not even a painkiller will fix.
Love is a killer that keeps killing day and night
I wrote this because I see that this is the one thing keeps killing over and over. It leaves you feeling all kind of dark emotion's.
Poetic T Jul 2017
Wax is like blood seeping
from the core of my being.

Dare I cut deep within the
crimson till it weeps deeply.

The flame gouges on the body,
gouging on its flavours.

Tears descend until the body is
but pools of what lingered before.
Shruti Gauba May 2017
Don't try to hold my hands,
because our hands would never fit.
Love is just an unknown guest,
and my house has no space for it.

Don't try to hold my hands,
because my hands are dead and burned,
from those who loved and held it,
but left and never returned.

Don't try to hold my hands,
maybe I don't deserve it anyway,
because my heart is a cold place
where you wouldn't like to stay.

Don't try to hold my hands,
isn't that what I always say?
Then why does my heart not like it,
when you have walked away?
Kerstin Feb 2017
Our love isn’t human
It’ll never die like we will
It’ll live on in what we leave behind
The distance hasn’t torn us apart
And neither will she
Confused on what love is
Desperately reaching for someone who understands the pain
She had her chance
Now its lost
I wised up when you walked back in
Now I’m dazed by your heart
You hide from everyone else
Were in the deep dark forest
Hiding from the world
Its Lit
Like the fire in our hearts
Keeping the blood flowing
Frozen to the world warm to each other
Never alone even when you wanna be alone
Because I’m never leaving
I’ve seen your heart and it’s the most precious onyx
Blacker than darkness
But hotter than the fire that burns between us
Love never ending
For my husband. For whom my love burns eternally in the darkness.
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