When it comes to fire
Within my arms
I will crash and burn and rebuild myself

Because I am
Because I was
And because I have yet to become someone else

All that I can be
All that I wasn't
All that I do is because I must

Its not owned by this
The want or wont
But because I will regret it if I don't

Below my average... But I'm trying something new.

The thought of your touch burning through my skin.
I look into your eyes and it feels like I could fall in.
Empty words for from your mouth but I can't listen.
The weight of your jaw hangs higher than mine.
I can feel my body thawing as I live in fire.
My home is a haunted house owned by a beautiful liar.
We spend what feels like an eternity before I expire.
Time never moved as fast when I was on fire.
It just proves that your love made me insatiable
In a world unstable.
Now I crave the heat more than I craved the earth.
My home in the dirt can't keep me warm
Because on my skin is your haunting burn.

you are my biggest delight
I freeze thinking of you
slipping deeper into this emotion
this sensation that ensnares all that I am

my soul burns with fire
this passion, this rawness, this earth like heartbeat
it’s a drum beating beneath my chest
as oceans roar within my veins

how can i forget you?
you were my biggest delight

     ____

you are my biggest regret
I freeze thinking of you
slipping deeper into this emotion
this sensation that ensnares all that I am

my soul burns with fire
this passion, this rawness, this earth like heartbeat
it’s a drum beating beneath my chest
as oceans roar within my veins

how can i forget you?
you were my biggest regret

fire cannot exist without air
the more air on offer
the brighter the flame burns
air stifles as fire ignites
but don't forget
hot air rises

whoa just tripped myself out with that one
Pamela Rae 16h

Oh please.
Just know that I care,
that I am aware
that I feel
and I hurt
and I cringe
for all the times
you've had to restart
to try to begin--
I know it's hard,
I know it's not fair--
but my hope, my heart
will always care.
Oh please.
Don't think I'm not here
caring and loving
and feeling
because I truly do--
you see, I ache
and I cry and I feel bereft
just as much as you--
but sometimes my words,
my expression
just won't come out
the way I need and want it to--
but oh, my dear ones
I feel your pain, your heartache
your angst and desire
to just quench and drown out
this unending fire--
but only you and me and perhaps
others too
can put an end to the suffering
which encompasses our hearts,
our souls, our beings you see--
so please, just please
keep caring, keep believing
in me?
And I will do my best
to believe in YOU too...
©Pamela Rae 04.24.2017

A fading fire dances and taunts her,
but when she gets near,
the fire disappears.
Hazardous vapors fill the air
suffocating her until she draws her final breath.
Gone is she too soon.

originally written 2/25/17
avalon May 2015

no. 1
my passions are burning hotter than the sun
and i have dwelt in them so long
i have become numb to my fiercest desires.

no. 2
choking on ash and swallowing smoke
passion ignites in dusty souls
candlelight tames what fire stokes
while we lick sparks to stay whole

a rewrite of sorts. perhaps unfinished.

“I’m your wave – I told her –  
Lay your head right here,
Softly on my shoulder.
Let your thoughts roam free.”

“You’re my air – she told me –
You’re my life and sun.
Singly we are nothing.
Allied we are one.”

“I’m your fire – I uttered –
Burning bright and mild.”
“That be true – she muttered –
Slender, sound and wild.”

When we are together,
Nothing holds us down
The unwashed may blather,
Let them laugh and frown.

Floating through the cosmos
On the marble blue,
With the odds against us,
We make dreams come true.

24-4-2017

Fresh from the oven. Methinks I messed up the punctuation, namely - direct speech - big time but I do hope it's legible.
Dream on, butterflies!
Carly 1d

What's going on in my head,
Is something I cannot explain
A lot of shit goes unsaid
bottled up and emits pain


I am the sparks leaving a fire
looking for a place I belong
Deep in the forest, I find my choir
I go to sleep, after a little song


Here I am, peaceful, as i wished

A little late night something

The ghost in my closet
The bones in my chest
Broken and unwanted because my heart was ripped from its nest.
A forest of ebony, the bones they rose.
Calcified trees as tall as all my men.
Bushes made of all my empty pens.
Hikers trail me and wander their feet into my center,
Stomping through me they dirty up the way we were.
She takes my hand and drags me through the mud.
He takes my head and holds under my river of blood.
My rickety limbs find the pen to hold
To write a forest that you never knew could be so cold.
The ice covered it like vines,
Snowflakes in every line.
My bones, my skull, they were frozen in place.
These elementals could never decide how to leave me or let me end my chase.
The fire erupted quickly within me,
The forest began to burn down.
I didn't start the fire but it was the sweetest sight I will ever see.
Because I know in that forest of bones was the love we had been trying to drown.
Despite being the fire that took my home
They managed to be the worst pain I had ever known.
I thought being burned from the inside was a hell I couldn't have earned
But being frozen by them was a hell that I was glad had burned.

The forest where I met my most recent heartbreak burned down recently, some sort of wild fire type thing. It feels like a sign, if i even believe in that type of thing.
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