From the fiery hills of Maui
to the dry Canadian brush from the flat lands of the delta down to Texas on the gulf. The weather’s downright awful you can hear the people say, summers sometimes take bad turns, but it’s never been this way. From the tall pines of the Great North West to the Louisiana shore, from Florida’s boiling waters, to California’s reservoirs. The weather’s downright awful you can hear the people say, With the heat domes far above us Montreal’s hotter than Bombay. From the fiery hills of Maui to the dry Canadian brush from the flat lands of the delta down to Texas by the gulf The weather’s downright awful you can hear the people say, everyday the heat breaks records, how long can we go on this way? From the tall pines of the Great North West to the Louisiana shore, from Florida’s boiling waters, to California’s reservoirs. You can feel that something’s different, you can hear what people say. It kind of makes you wonder, how long can we go on this way?
The oil's spilled; the weekend’s spent.
Battering rams adorn our newest cars. The coral's bleached, our girders bent, and as the ash falls, drones fly on Mars. The poker chips clank on the felt. Sweltering mules sway drunk in bars. A toddler falls, receives a welt, and as the fires grow, drones fly on Mars. I could not bear to speak the truth when you had asked me where went the stars. A cow sits in the kissing booth, and as the sky blackens, drones fly on Mars. The wind has fangs; my heart now sags. A feral pig grunts to mass applause, Now childish men hoist cryptic flags, and as the crops fail, drones fly on Mars.
my eyes still burn
from the last time we locked them you and I are like fires everyone and everything around us trying to extinguish us but our eyes they meet and make a forest fire they meet and planets explode it's like there's nothing else keeping me from moving on except for the way our eyes used to ignite at a mere glance.
a forced broken love story
inspiration was my life but also "I burn for you" from Bridgerton
Breathless gasps of exhilaration from Beauty
Hair-breaths away from death in Truth Stillness in the power, ferocity and utter terror of Fear Such is the Gift of a ride on the Chariot of Fires
Boil the kettle.
Look out the window, To a world full of golden hues. Red, Orange, Beige, The crisp sound of leaves crunching, as you feel the frosty wind hits your face. The cosy cream cardigan, you bought at a car boot sale. It has arrived, the time of nights in by the fire. Endless cups of tea and walks in the rain.
His lover has the saddest eyes
A misty grey under a heavy blue And he’ll see her again at sunrise. Their love some seem to despise Thinking of it as a ****** taboo His lover has the saddest eyes Though no one seems to empathize No one’s aware of their little rendezvous And he’ll see her again at sunrise. He knows she’ll be hidden under a clever disguise But he won’t confuse her with just another heart’s statue His lover has the saddest eyes. You couldn't convince him of your lies Of his leman his desire you could not subdue And he’ll see her again at sunrise. Love her until their hellos become goodbyes From the moment he’d set eyes on her to his final adieu His lover has the saddest eyes And see her again at sunrise
I got a B-, it was too long.
The sky was golden yellow
Air was black, unbearable hot While we were running towards help. Running non stop. Passing many trapped animals Nothing we could do to help. Felt like our life was over. Felt very much like hell . Fire flames as high as trees surrounding. The thick smoke inhale was real. Tears were running without knowing , fear and desperation was the feel. Honor to all the firefighters, who risk their lives courageously . To save house and hearth And all the other living herd. Shell✨🐚
Forest fires a nightmare . Hell on earth!!
I dreamt of lighter fluid
As desert rain Matchsticks Stricken against the wind Building into a phosphorus Shower A smiling inferno In the fast lane Hot cinder rims Giving joyride the third degree With fiscal intentions Of burning this Highway Right off the map
This mountain pass is an important link from Los Angeles to Las Vegas.
Taken; Lives lived for lives Forsaken; Hapless people living Broken; Caved in throats With words unspoken. Hurting era of Lost desire; Hateful speakers, Smoldering fires; Storms that threaten, Not just the weather; People that won't work together. Hate and anger Running free- Sickening, and twisting me. In this world That speaks of doom, Living, trapped, inside our rooms; Every day, the news gone bad- Needling us, To make us mad; A thousand things, Innundating; The disaster In which we are participating. I cant unsee Or deny These things, events That make me cry- But I wont give in, And thusly lie; That its all ok, Everything is fine.