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Ky Jun 2016
One day, when you leave this place, it will spark something inside of you.
It's going to create a burst of flames that you can not control.
Your shadow will appear.
And your mind will be covered with emotion.

When this happens, I don't want you to run from it.
I want you to cradle it.

Cradle it


Because this is you.
Pretty girl Jun 2016
I tried to clean up the mess I call my head so I could understand what we were doing
I couldn't move my arms or tongue
I kicked a little but my legs were weak
What did you put into my drink
You said you loved me but after you were done you let your friends take turns
And this night turned into my reason for therapy
My vision was blurry and it hurt so ******* much
I just wanted you to make them stop
But you held up your phone and watched
Now that bus is wrapped in my flames and your body torn apart
Don't mess with a witch
If you don't have a death wish
Inspired by American horror story
gray rain Jun 2016
Burning up everything in his path,
never taking a moment to look back.

Destroying everything he comes into contact
with no regret of his attack.

Surrounding them
engulfed in flames,

his fiery rage
of them it claims

all.

They will fall.

For he is unstoppable.
The first poem I wrote I lost so I rewrote it.
Pauline Morris May 2016
Standing here with the world upon my shoulders
As I watch my dreams ignite and smolder
The greenest storm clouds are encroaching
The city's on fire, on the horizon I can see it smoking

All I can see is flames, around me the fire's rage
I'm shackled in chains, locked in a cage
By the rancid smell, I'd say my soul has rotten
For I'm all alone, I've been forgotten

The fire rages on

Slowly consuming all my dreams until they're gone
With the weight of the world making me sink
I'm afraid I'm already over the brink
Liliana Jaworska May 2016
Your kiss is bliss of love,
home after long cosmic journey
known to my lips
from origin of the Universe.
Viseract May 2016
Puddles, puddles, everywhere
Mini rain lakes that make quagmires

How I wish you were puddles of kerosene
So I could set you all on fire
The Pyromaniac within rises.... (jk)
There's twenty five million people in the city tonight
They each breathe fire, like flames they ignite
They're a city of saints, they're monsters, they're warriors born to fight
Although diverse, their hearts beat in time to the city of lights
Bianca Reyes Apr 2016
Do you feel the once calm flames buried beneath your skin
Rapidly raging with the urgency of my nail?

Will the loneliness caged in the dip above your collarbone
Latch onto my lips with anticipation to be freed?

Can you sense the warmth of your love between your *****
Pulsating and growing with every movement?
All of the copyright jargon goes here!
Posted on Hello Poetry April 29,2016
By Bianca Reyes
Duh
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