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ella 2d
burn me alive!
set my skin on fire
light me up

burn me alive!
your words are fuel to the flames
they scorch
they scar
they eat away my flesh
they cut right to the bone
trees of  my forest become ashes
blown away in the wind

burn me alive!
don’t dare to hold back
little fires spread everywhere they collide
alighting my body, bright

burn me alive!
i’m making history by forcing you to hear
go on, set my whole self on fire
i’d rather burn than be washed away

so burn me alive;
i won’t cease.
ac 2d
she’d burn to keep others warm
a heat so extreme it made her feel cold
there was no fire to keep hers ignited
she wasted her gasoline
on relationships that could never be
hoping
wondering
“when will someone strike a match for me?”
An eye awoke; the cosmos caught aflame,
Glowing stars gathered—each none quite the same.
Her eyes, like sparks, called him by tender names,
And in that gaze, the night shed all its claims.

The moon chased from every direction,
Lost in orbit of her sweet affection.
No silver light could dare compete,
With the fire that made his heart complete.
Flame of a Thousand Eyes 17/08/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
You got to go through
the fire to get to the rain
You got to keep Being
persistent Again and again
You have tried and.
you have tried For quite a while,
You have gone through
struggles and so many trials
If you want to see the sunshine,
Break through the Clouds of gray,
Give it another go, and
Welcome your Sunny Days
It may have been rough, and
Had you feeling so blue, but
You made it through the fire, and
Your Go time is due
So, before you give up
Your agility is gained
Always just remember that
Conquer the Fire to get to the rain!!!


B.R.
Date: 8/15/2025
I swirl the stress, turn
pirouette in my veins.
It is fuel for my fire.
I breathe in, out.
shallow,
yet crisp
the smell of burning
leaves on a brisk
autumn day.


I am the flame,
won't you put
me out?
Not all minds burn with equal flame,  
Some flicker gently, some boldly claim  
The heights of thought, few dare climb
Where intellect dances beyond time.

IQ may measure, but cannot define  
The soul’s deep hunger for the sign,  
For far-sighted eyes that pierce the veil,  
And trace the truth where others fail.

Some walk the path with books in hand,  
Researching stars, or grains of sand.  
While others rest in borrowed light,  
Afraid to ask if wrong is right.

To accept the truth, what sacred art!  
It asks not brilliance, but the heart.  
Yet still, the minds diverge and part,  
Some seek the whole, some just a part.

So let's dare honor each unique flame,  
Though not all burn with equal name.  
For wisdom’s fire, both fierce and mild,  
May yet awaken the sleeping child.
**
Jiri, Dolakha
10 Aug 2025
Power of Intellectual is unequal. Don't expect from Cheap people.
MsAmendable Aug 11
Picture this.
The edge of a summers day stretched out along the curve of a beach
Sun beaming out like a heartbeat
Steady and warm from its place on the lip of the horizon
I follow that curve until I find you there,
Warm from the sun
.
The crackle of a driftwood bonfire, that surges a million sparkling prayers out into the deepening sky
does not create anywhere near the amount of sparks as we do
When I catch that soft look in your eye
She was setting her past ablaze to clear a path for her future.
She cast her worries and the chains of mistrust into the flames, letting go of what held her back.
Long had she lived, disconnected from her heart, estranged from her dreams.
Now, she reached for those dreams, and in the comforting light of the glowing embers, her dreams reached back…

-Rhia Clay
This piece was inspired by a scene from the Turkish Netflix series “Shahmaran,” Season 1, Episode 7. In this scene, the main character, Şahsu, burns letters from her past along with a necklace. This act symbolizes a change and the process of letting go of the past and the self-imposed “chains” that hold us back, preventing us from growing and fully embracing the life that lies ahead.

I can relate to this scene, as I have also been healing and learning to let go of the self-imposed constraints and worries that have held me back for too long. Looking back over the past 10 months, I can see significant personal growth. I believe this journey of self-discovery has only just begun, and a bright future awaits. Sometimes, we need to step out of our own way and trust the process, knowing that even if we stumble and lose our way, we will recover and find our way back to our path.
Forged.
Forged in fire.
It’s the fire that burned you.
The fire that was all consuming.
The fire that melted you down into nothing,
Or so you thought.
Forges are hot.
They cause pressure to make you change.
And without change,
A sword would still be metal.
A metal would still be rock,
And a rock would never become a diamond.
Pressure is important.
It hurts at first,
But then it strengthens you.
Strengthens you to something stronger.
Stronger than diamond.
neth jones Aug 2
beautiful morning
    amber filtered . . .
                      with the forest fire smog
it's fine   don't worry
    it's been carried a great distance
                 to reach our city
a slight itchiness to the eyes
a slight betrayal      with breathing being
                                    a little harsh for some
beautiful morning
        teased branches
                       their tinsel shadows
               and a warm rustle
01/08/25version above
NOTES FROM 22/07/25 :
beautiful morning shadows/of teased branches/tinsel shadows/and warm rustle

Haiku version :
an amber morning
teased branches  tinsel shadows
                           a warm rustling
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