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Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
I was asked,
Any addiction?

I replied,
No lie

Here I’m
Addicted to
Breathing
Genre: Clinical Abstract
Theme: Fuel Of Life
Karisa Brown Aug 2018
She ran on empty
far too long
She kneeled
At the alter of creativity
And began to write
Mystic Ink Plus May 2018
Your trust on me
Gives me wings

Those who matter
Genre: Experimental
Theme: When small things matter
Jolan Lade May 2018
She arrived like rain on fire
She possessed my every desire
She poured fuel into my cup
Inserted a sparkplug and started me up
Rocket engine fired up, boost activated and racing towards the top
Exiting the atmosphere
Never has my vision been so clear
Stars and planets cheering in excitement
Her voice is my drive in a space so silent
Thundering past gas giants and supernova’s
Competing against science in alliance with the gods, odds in our Favour
Hearts greater than nature
My saviour
Far off star struck
Sabila Siddiqui Apr 2018
I was your fuel
You were my drain
I was your blessing
You were my lesson
I was your cure
You were my disease
I was saving you
You were killing me

- I was calming your soul, you were stirring mine
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
what point in that

a personal hell
brief but
horrible

drenched in that
which is
denounced

becoming the fuel's
further fuel

flames bursting

flare
like the inferno
of a sun'******br>
blood-colored reds
yellows, oranges
hot white

flesh
scorched
charred
blackened

licked
tasted
eaten

by the hungry flames

putrid stench

self-induced
death

to make a statement?

were those final "words"
even "heard"?

above the sizzling
sound
of
sanguine
sacreligious
sacrifice
Read today about a prominent lawyer and environmental activist who burned himself alive to protest use of fossil fuels. So pointless, a strong voice self-silenced.
Valerie Mar 2018
with you-
there's always a taste of danger in the sky
and our skins will be set ablaze, sunset-flushed,
under the horizon of peach-coloured clouds,
the wind in my hair, sun in your eyes
and the world right underneath us.

with you-
i feel like a sinner and a saint all at once,
we're flashes of vibrant pomegranate and fireflies
exploding with a firecracker passion romance books envy,
you can baptise me with your thighs,
and i'll worship you almost every night.

with you-
i transform, no longer the cautious observer,
treading around the eggshells of my emotions,
too scared to venture into the hurricane they call your name,
and i'm the willing sacrifice,
ready to spill across the altar.

without you-
i'm a collapse of a soul, a collection of
salted wounds, burning cheeks and stammering hearts,
and i'm perpetually craving what was once mine,
the heated embraces, the chaotic romances of
fire and brimstone.

without you, i'm simply nothing.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Had nothing far ahead
Had nothing close by
Chasing a dream, I was framing my world
Actions and thoughts were governed, perfect
To me, I was a normal
Normal was every day too

On April 1, I got accepted
Thus started magic on me
Paranormal, euphoric
Who cares, how I was to the rest?
LHC started inside my head
Releasing God particles
New words,
New feelings started to run my veins
Intoxicated
Semiconscious
Was I.

Was it a black magic?
Sure, It was something new
A fuel for active brain.
I was not poet, then it happened.
Shared frommy Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflection, 2018.
Karisa Brown Feb 2018
Sometimes those lines
are too empty to hide
All this built up rage
You've hidden inside

Let it collide
Look down it's throat

Let it stand bare beneath you

Let it not rest!
Till you see devil's end.

Light one
Up inside you
Start a bonfire
Stay for a while

You'll be glad
You did
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