Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Kagey Sage Jan 2015
We're both the same element
but she's wildfire
and I'm a weapons maker
the tempered blacksmith
too distant in his own work
over planning a "good use"
for all my passions

I presumed to craft a spear
150,000 ft at least
I'll **** and **** away in silence
sipping coffee in my low hearth haven
In hopes you wonder how I really feel
and perhaps spill fire *****-nilly
embers annoying friends and family
catch the drapes inadvertently

Will this distance vow we agreed upon without metaphor
be mended through silent adhering
Or is the Lady of the Ram waiting
for a golden armor gesture
Where I appear unannounced
and we'll turn your wild fire into iron flowers

For now, I stare at my forge
going blind.
Nikki de Leon Dec 2014
Fireworks never frightened me
When I was younger, I used to reach up to the sky
Hoping that I could somehow catch them
I guess it worked somehow
The sparks made their way into my veins
Igniting everything they touched
I soon embodied fire
It spewed out of me during arguments
Burned down all my bridges
It was my armor, my protection
Until it engulfed the people I loved
In flames not even I could extinguish
One by one they left
And for the first time in history
Fire transformed into water
Now, instead of an inferno
There is a flood
Instead of sparks
There is rain
Instead of burns
Everyone is drowning
I will never be the person they want me to be
I am either too much
Or never enough
Taylor Prince Dec 2014
You lead me to the top of the tallest tower,
To show me how far we would fall.
And usually I’m afraid of heights, but now I’m not scared at all.
The wind at this summit softly whistles,
Such a strong sturdy breeze.
It carries your sweet scent my direction,
Now I’m drunk from the airborne disease.
It begins the intoxication,
And then its work is through.
But the other elements are waiting their turn,
They have important tasks too.
From the rooftop the stars twinkle brighter,
The spotlights turned on for the show.
And the one to the north takes a look at itself,
The blue of his eye where it glows.
Then the sleepy mind senses its next,
Because it perceived the spark.
And the contented stars smile down and gloat,
They know they've left their marks.
Conduits connect quickly, electricity rushes through.
A cold heart has been resuscitated, to perform the job it was made to do.
It pushes warmth into your fingertips,
It blushes the tops of your cheeks.
The adrenaline that it produces,
Gives you the bravery to move your feet.
Swan dive off the balcony, pulling him down as you go.
“Where are you taking me?” he asks.
You reply with a smile, “I don’t know.”
And the clouds panicked at the risky plunge,
As they watched you make the fall.
So they floated underneath you both,
A soft landing, once and for all.
As you both fell in the safety net,
The real destination you knew.
You breathless whisper could barely be heard,
Jade Massey Dec 2014
Have you heard the story of The Five Elements?
There was Water to replenish the Earth, quenching his thirst.
Fire was jealous, so he had to burn Earth, and this only dried Water up.
Wind had no interest in sides, and he played with Fire's flames, causing them to grow. He made ripples in Water, causing her to come back with waves.
With Water's waves, she put Fire out. Fire and Water are always fussing, like an old married couple.
Wind enjoyed messing with Earth, as well, blowing stuff around and destroying rock - although that took some time.
Earth did not mind any of them. Water gave him life, and also helped him start anew with floods.
Fire also helped Earth, by ridding of the dead and helping the living start over. Wind also helped Earth.
Wind helped spread DNA and helped things begin life.
Spirit had no place where the others were concerned. She was wiser than them all, but she could not destroy, like Fire, Water, and Wind.
She did not hold them all together like Earth. She could not quench thirst like Water, and she could not help start populations like Wind, nor could she rid of the dead like Fire.
Though, Spirit is what helps them keep going. She is the animals, the insects, the plants.
She's the soul and everything of the like.
Without Spirit, Earth would be barren.
Yes, the other Elements would still exist, but there would be no point.
No one is better than another. No, they hold each other together.
Fire may love Water and Water may love Fire.
Earth and Spirit are the eldest and have been around the longest; their love is the strongest.
Wind is not a child, but he has the will of one. Nothing can tie him down.
Their family is not perfect, but there would be nothing without them.
This is the story of the Five Elements.
Alone, they are nothing.
Together, they are stronger.
Enigmuse Nov 2014
Zinc is needed to help support the body's immune system, as well as encourage human growth, meaning that without it, defenses and growth are stunted

I met a boy named Zinc
correction
I met a man named Zinc
correction
I met a man who called himself 'Z' even though his parents still called him 'boy' and named him Zinc, because Neon
was too flamboyant and Iron was too tasteless, and who on earth names their kid 'Oxygen', right?

ANYWAY:

It's worth noting that Z liked everyone, meaning A-X, and I was left wondering why he seemed to like girls who waved with the backs of their hands and not the palms, and why the only time he spoke to me was if I wouldn't leave him alone, and why it's obvious to those around him that lights are flashing in the eyes of 'why'-
correction
-'Y'-
correction
-ME when he noticed the stars I stole from the night in an attempt to spell his name out for the Gods but he was too busy hoping to catch the attention of the Devil and I hope she breaks his heart so he knows what it's like to wake up feeling empty because you gave your all to a person with a gambling problem, and I...
...don't make sense anymore.

ALRIGHT

I met a man who called himself 'Z' even though his parents still called him 'boy' and named him Zinc, and he didn't like the chain around my neck, but he let me wear it because it reminded him of hope, which he had lost when he was young, but had vicariously experienced through me. Just kidding.
Her.
Capital 'H', lowercase '-er', silent 'she's not going to love you like I will'...

I LIED

he doesn't know I wear a cross (or used to) because he's too busy falling in love with the fact that she's got daggers in her eyes and she knows how to dance to all his favorite songs, while I only know the lyrics to them all, and maybe she won't break his heart but she sure as hell won't be gentle with it either because girls like me write about girls like her and girls like her burn books about boys like him.

I'm not sure what this poem is about. Or why it is the way it is. That's a lie.
I know, but I can't say I want to anymore...

TO BE CONTINUED...
Brooklyn Brooks Nov 2014
Guilty Am I of Decline
pressured by the rain
dancing within the fire

It's another band aid on a bullet wound,
Looking thru the eyes of the gate keeper.

Spiraling into the warmth of the beams in this cold world.
Revolutionary heat from the sphere of influence nears,
billions of years held in place by the crescent of our connection.

The last flicker of light,
the last inferno Blazing to ignite these hours of darkness.
Burning out the zenith into the black hole that is to swallow this Fear and sadness that gives birth to our aggravation, never ever to admit we are afraid.
The nature of the universe and the curvature of orbits and the burning out of suns turning into black holes.
Anna Sandberg Nov 2014
Air
Wind blowing wildly around,
Not even muttering a sound.
It pushes life towards their fate,
Giving their birth through heaven’s gate.

Fire
Flame burning brightly like the heat in life’s hearts,
The adrenaline pumping through your veins for that kick start.
Sometimes leading to unforgivable sin,
As life’s consciousness tries not to give in.

Earth
Quiet and subtle as deep as the planet's soil,
All must keep a good grasp on toil.
The element lives through the night and day,
Each of its beings not led astray

Water
The spring rain pouring down to make a being clean,
Washing away all sins to feel serene.
Cleanse the wrong and embrace the right,
To allow your consciousness to feel un-tight.

Spirit*
A representation of all life on earth,
Each new experience lead to celestial rebirth.
All four elements equal to this never ending dream,
Each stand of life will continue downstream.
witchy woman Sep 2014
I've always loved fire
she gives me a natural high
I'll use my finger as a candlestick
so that from across the room
I can watch the flame
dance in your eyes.
love fire, many a times I have gotten in trouble for my love of fire.
Ariana Sweeney Sep 2014
Flick the Bic
and you'll get a flame.
Ignited as if magic,
a spark, explosion,
hidden within
a hard case
cold until held by
callous hands.

You become grounded.
The earth begins to claim you
as it's own.
Vines, roots
scale your body
and dig themselves deeper,
becoming one with
the captor.

It started with
a drip.
A singular orb
of pure and innocent
water,
and soon you're submerged within
that person more
than you thought possible.

The air you had
inhaled, exhaled
together
has become more
painful than the searing fire,
hitting harder than the
most crusted stone,
pushes poisonous liquid
into your lungs
with an endless swell

and leaves you breathless.
coffee shop poetry always does me well.
Next page