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james Feb 2020
i smothered the flame and i
let it strangulate, slowly
i stifled its breath as its
sparks licked at me
like a shrieking victim kicking
and kicking

but the fire was hushed, always;
i would strangle that
brilliant crimson gold
before it roared, before it even dared.

it didnt matter if i
burnt my hands
down to their britle bones;
the fragile self ive built is paper in the wake
of knee-**** fury
This has a very specific meaning, but id like to see what you guys think its about
cianni Jan 2020
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have you ever gotten a feeling like fire?

this feeling is so aggressive and extremely potent,
which leaves me in the state of
uncontrollable uncertainty.
sometimes i think i'm the only one who really feels it,
but here i am finding it in you.
then again, there is so much light within the person you seem to be
and it makes me want to soul search
in order to catch up.
this revolution is clouding my vision
and is keeping me
from seeing things for what they really could be.
then if i break, i at least know
that the blame is all placed upon myself
since i let you
take me
from me
to give me back
and get me again.
i think a lot more than i should.
Colm Jan 2020
If left to my own ...
Fine devices
ALONE

Without anything ...
But conflict
FELT

I will not shine bright ...
Or glow by candle
LIGHT

But blow out the fire
Of hopefulness
COLD
...
I'm so negative sometimes. Unkind to myself.
Ayn Jan 2020
I built a castle,
And burned it down,
Watching the ashes fall
And fireflies rise.

A paper castle of much grandeur
Can’t hold a candle to a flame.
I originally had the last line as something else, but the pun was better.
Mark Parker Jan 2020
River water kept flowing
Time kept ticking away
Seconds never seen again
Faded from the candle’s flame.
Happy 2020
solfang Dec 2019
a lesson to learn,
a passion to return,
a new love I yearn,
my trust, for him to relearn
the feeling of hurt; love itself is a process, and whether if it progresses, it's a different story to tell.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2019
If I can say a word
or two to you under the sun
wait, o gorgeous butterfly.

Up in the high is blue sky
allis clear on your way
but one has lost the eye.

It happened last night
not in the dark
but down the full Moon
above a glowing firefly.

Every star was eying down
there was light on the ground.
So charming was the hairy dark
wrapped around a flame of light
burning, waving, raising high    
a pair of silent closed lips
that besides the passionate sky
had the earth too hooked by.

Up and down was enticed
musing on the magic
what did it swallow down!
Will you blame me then
if at the first sight
of it lose my eye?
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