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She said,

“See? I knew you’d be back.”

And he said,

“We’re home; finally.”
A conversation between Harmonious Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine; integrated into an Alchemical Union.
Kit Scott Dec 7
once when i was a child
i sat in a field
surrounded by woods

and watched sparks leap from the fire to my clothes

i remember them dancing
and stinging skin hot
tiny freckle burns
dotting my arms

like stars

i remember the smoke
rising into the sky
and curling like a cat
caressing the darkness

as it twisted upwards and away away

the wood broke and the
scent of elderflower
filled me to the brim
with heady wild-smoke

and i remember thinking
big eyes filled with fire
my mouth just open and breathing the heat in

i want to run through that fire

to the other side within

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i have always felt a particular connection to the smell of woodsmoke and elderflower due to frequent encounters with both - particularly together - as a child. so much so that the barest scent of either sends me spiralling into another mind.
This isn’t about the Sun anymore.
This isn’t about being the Earth anymore.
For once it’s not about being walked on.
It’s not about false hope.
It’s about hurting.

This is about burning.

Not because of the Sun.
But rather, the fact that you blindly followed a torch in the darkness and now—now you are lost.

And no matter how long you stare at the plaster on your ceiling, all of the lines and dots and weird shapes, the map isn’t clear.

You wanted to grab the torch to bring the light closer, to see better.

But you went to far and grabbed the flame.
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I'm Scared Of Burning
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I'm Scared Of Drowning
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I'm Scared Of Soaring Too High
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I'm Scared Of Hitting Rock Bottom
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I'm Scared Of Life
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The Fire Only Burns A Little.
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Stupidly Enough, I Keep Reaching My Hand Into The Flames.
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You Think I'd Learn.
I am the candle,
You are the flames,

I give you vision,
You give me strength.

You are the reason,
That I was made,

But if you get too close,
Then I'll melt away.
Sonya Dec 5
Everything is up in flames
only one will take the blame
Everything is up in flames
so lets save everyone

Everything is up in flames
brother and sister are the same
Everything is up in flames
so let her fingers point

Everything is up in flames
purple child gone insane
Everything is up in flames
so let her run away
Today like every other
day sat in my local cafe surrounded by all my memories of Helen, deep
In thoughts of
yesterday
Such comfort I find to sit
and relive my past, memories some so very
distant
now
But feel so privileged to
have been left with so
many wonderful
memories, of my life with Helen
There have been times over the last  Eight month, I thought I'd never
survive but I know In truth
It's through her memories Is to how I
Continue
To write stories of my life with Helen
keeps me going although she's gone
Helen still a presents to Inspire me to write of her
life with
me
So to write of Helen, keeps me wanting to keep the flame burning bright, and
In doing so gives me the strength to carry on
Bless her
Helen has Inspired me to write of our life together to keep her flame burning I'm like the gate housekeeper always there
vbdulrhman Dec 2
o my ***
.
I'm freezing
.
have mercy
upon me
send me love
as if I've never
tasted it before
.
a flame
to burn my very soul
Jann Flach Nov 30
my playlist plays another sad song
outside the rain is falling down
the rain feeds the plants
they are growing up

i fell like growing up
when i spend my time with you
thinking of nothing else
just our souls
connecting to each other

your dark brown eyes they are so shiny
like the moving flame of a candle
i want to touch your hand
but i don't know if you ok with it

tell me
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