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mjad Nov 2018
the fire left sparks on my sleeve
You stood ten feet across from me
on the other side of the flames
they reflected in your eyes
the ocean blue turned arsony
and I could see all our memories
burning
Qwn Oct 2018
Fire is an art form
Burning is a passion
Smoke holds
my hopes and dreams
And I am the flames.
you put me out
BlueInkDitty Oct 2018
"Leave me with questions and leave me hanging,
Don't look back even if I am following,
The sparkle burns in this winter, swirls of warmth under my skin."

Heard the mirth and heard the sough,
Of the fire that wants her tough,
Her eye is dancing with her lips,
Colours burst, and her palms lose their grip.

"Squeezed in the jostle, only one thing I see,
A blaze, a lightning that can set me free,
Flames I want to love and a heat I can't carry."

The pull on her breath grew way too strong,
It silenced her voice and took her along,
The stiffened flesh, it moved instead,
Wading in memories inside her bed.

"Flickering sails, names of ships inside my chest,
Moorings drifting to deep welters without rest,
And the hulls are shaking as the waves turn to a nest."

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Had her slumbered estrangement mourning,
And she made the effort hers,
So she'd keep his love safe from smother.

"What do your warm hands feel, when there's more than flesh and bone ?
What will your head think when the mat under us is gone ?
Take the words you have said, and take the ones I've blown."
My name is Hiro and yet I couldn't save you
If I hadn't picked up your hat
Maybe I would've caught up to you
I remember those flames
As if I've found hell on earth
Your disappearing silhouette continues to replay in my mind
As though foreshadowing you leaving from this lifetime
Just once I hated your caring nature
If you hadn't cared so much
You would still be here
I am blinded by regret
Over something I couldn't control
I was close to the flames but I felt so cold
As time went still
I froze where I was
My tears aching to be free
My cries wanting to mimic the explosion
Like those flames that took you away from me
Jovanni Oct 2018
Don't ever misunderstand a smile for happy and content
she could be dying inside
wanting that somebody to hold her tight and tell her she loved
or crave those arms around her never letting go.

Lighting her body and soul on fire with that touch
that explosive spark filled with sultry flames
set her mind ablaze with the intimacy of a enduring caress.

That warm sunshine on her face that makes her glow
makes her want to embrace the light
and feel the heat onto her back
soaking in that amazing sunshine.
Cydney Something Oct 2018
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BlueInkDitty Oct 2018
There is a trembling warmth,
And my heart has fallen to its gentle call,
And it feels so soft,
Wasting pieces of my voice and laugh,
To find and say it all.

It is a sound, in the light,
And I hear it low,
In my hands, in the night,
Why won't it let go ?

It burns and grows in flames,
Words you profess,
Voice caress,
Their blaze was made with your name,
And hearts aware,
At which I stare.

Endeavor for rising,
That feeling I thought I'd never hold,
It slips through, I'm trying,
But I can not feel its cold,
You made it grow in flames,
A fire no one can tame.

Bright in the place I used to hear the stars laughing,
Caught into silence, echoes in the wind.

It burns and grows in flames,
Words you have said,
Never fade,
Their blaze was made with your name,
And gusts so strong,
On your tongue.

And striving just to reach,
The moment when we will be alright,
It's slipping through a breach,
In my soul, I won't fight,
You made it grow in flames,
And you're not one to blame.

I watch my weak hand,
Tumbling again won't be fine,
And I run and I stumble and strand,
And the effort is mine,
So by your side, one day, I may stand,
Holding on to the memories we find,
Never looking back to when I walked behind.

The high strength, that I need,
To me is far away like the moon,
But the love, that I bleed,
Won't be running out too soon,
You made it grow in flames,
A fire no one can tame.
BlueInkDitty Oct 2018
My hands innocent, turn into a caress,
Under the fire that wanted them rough,
Open my heart now, then leave it warless,
Glistening in the sparkles to which we bonded both

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, gleaming soft, warming sweet,
And streams of tender heat hovering slowly,
Over feelings, confused is their split.

The wind I will follow is strong and stiff,
Its flowing gusts have been made with your name,
And rain without pride's blowing me off the cliff,
Is it right if I hold you or am I one to blame ?

Weakness in my arm may fail you,
Your eyes, without tears you must keep,
And if my hand falls, you know what you must do,
Close your lids and never shall you weep.

I'm not high enough to lay on your shoulder,
And strength I can't seem to find again,
If I never rise, forget me better,
'Til I pass or strand, think of how it all began.

Dreams of high hopes in the morning,
Your gaze, that I love, I held deep,
And swirls of smoke and mist, behind your blaze, win,
Over feelings, never shall you weep.
aphotic blue Oct 2018
a flower with perfection blooming every night
with a sweet-scented smell but averse to light
she was a wicked flower on leaving a strange mark
withered in sun's rays but lived again in the dark

the wicked flower, loathed the sun's heat and gleam
everyday, her petal wilt and looses one as it seem
roaming in distinct grounds, digging up any mess
but the guilt of the providence gave an erroneous guess
her petals travelled and noticed the sun's heat
burning her in flames and crumble into sheet
the moon never came back, as the flower is dying
one by one her petals brawl and endure the vying
the flower wail in gloom, ignited by the blaze of the sun
she thought about hope but never come into one
she was the wicked flower, died because of the light
and never breathe again because of the fright
©aphoticblue
Erik Whalen Oct 2018
Through a torn visage, I see the flame
One torch, by day, reflects ages hence
That spark, they say, can't be to blame
But many, still, keeps shoulders tense.

Man, sincerely, calls for homeland
But flame to mirror rends reflection bent
When man, in jest, sets sparks to woodland
The forest, torn, its visage now rent.
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