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Ron Gavalik Jul 2018
Nothing feels so empty as easy satisfaction
that requires little effort or sacrifice.
As filthy Johns in search of ******,
we salivate over and consume
the blood and the passion
of the artists who offer their beauty
in the hopes of small rewards.
In a gluttonous feast, we take
what we want, and without
offering one cup of coffee
or even a slice of bread.

-Ron Gavalik
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Danielle May 2018
We bared our teeth.
Tight, mocking grins.
Your expectations ours to devour.

We hunt and haunt
These distorted roads.
We wait, timeless, to consume or free you.
Hidden Glade Apr 2018
The funny thing about fire

it that it either

kills itself keeping you warm
or consumes you.
alex Mar 2018
Words slide off your tongue
And across my body
Like honey.
You tell me
I taste sweet
And my voice sounds like poetry.
I arch my back
And let the heat consume me
As you drive me to madness.
C W Mar 2018
Him
Funny.
The one thing you really want doesn't really want you.
He doesn't need you.
Yet you are his.
You would give up everything for him and in many ways you already have.
Your soul.
Your passion.
Your drive.
Just For a moment in time.
To feel him.
To kiss him.
You can't say no.
And when he is gone.  
He haunts you in your dreams.
He crawls around your mind.
He eats through your heart.
He is that thing that rips your spine.
Your lover.
Your demon.
Your familiar.
Eating and consuming the last of you.
George Krokos Jan 2018
Whatever it is that attracts a moth to burning flame
is seen by me as a mysterious sacrificial love game.
The moth is just an insect and that flame is of fire
and so gets consumed in the heat of all its desire.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Wellspring Nov 2017
The fire bloomed and rose.
It rose far above the people.
The person who kindled it's light.

I watched.
I watched as the fire rose higher.
I watched as it consumed.
I watched as it consumed everything in it's path.

The people burned.
The plant life burned.
The paths burned.

Everything was on fire.
Everything was there.

Now everything is not.

There is black.
There is only black.
Smoke curls up.
Smoke fills my nostrils.

I turn.
Everything gone.
Everything gone because of the fire I created.
My fire.

I see a person.
They come.
They comfort.

They point.
They point to the black.
There is a different colour.

Green.

The person whispers.
Whispers before they disappear.

"My Darling.
My sweet darling.
Life grows stronger.
Stronger from the ashes of failure."
Yah.
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