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Bhill Jul 2019
Morning colors change
They change with the morning sun
The morning sun reigns

It's fiery beams
It's setting within the clouds
It's warmth coming through

Brian Hill - 2019 # 188
How was your morning?
Haueru Jul 2019
People fiddle with fire
And get mad when they sweat
Dose their bodies in oil
And play in the flame
Hell fire
But cries it burns
The fickle logic
Fascinating
I tell myself
I want to help
But can you help
Those who don't seek
Questions abound
Do I deserve
A fiery baptism
To build your
Throne on this pile of dirt
Anastasia Jun 2019
a poet's pen
with scarlet ink
paper thick
for blood to sink
roses fill
the empty space
while tears fill up
in the poet's place
these shadows offended
they tease and they taunt
petals fall
as the roses fought
their darling dear
their poet's fear
as the shadows were out for blood
a poet's own
to draw it from
skin pale like a rainy day
fiery hair
tangled in thorns
a poet's pen
in a poet's corpse
inspired from some outfits i saw. Enjoy ❤
EveOfWhat Oct 2018
They'd look at my broken face,
cracked with sorrow, torn with anger,
Look at it, and tell me to smile.
Someday, I'd be a star to many,
a shining light, beautiful, graceful,
In the dark, dark sky.

I'd smile, willing the cracks to disappear,
Turning them around, so they're in my heart,
Hidden from sight and sympathy.
One star in billions, in the dark, dark sky.
Twinkling forever, graceful, beautiful.
I, I will be furious and blinding,
Powerful and fiery.
Not a star,
But a sun.
Mary Shanti Oct 2018
Stick it in
Here we go
Round and round
You put your heart into me
But it is implanted now
Like a fist
Hard
I feel it
Fury and fiery
And can't escape it
You *******
I didn’t ask for this service
How do I unpay the time it took
For you to chisel this love into me
That is only falsely real
Leah Oviedo Aug 2018
Today, I hope you realize how much you are loved
And it sets off a spark inside of you that burns brighter each minute
A spark that turns into a fiery warmth from the inside out to warm your hands and melt your pain into a wax candle of memories
A fiery warmth that never goes out
Not even when floodwaters rise to your chest
Today, I hope you realize how much you are loved.
I wrote this for my friends who feel so unworthy, suicide feels like an option. I love them and they are so fantastic, but they can't believe it.
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