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Lyrical Dream Sep 24
It's ironic, isn't it,

how the heart's gentle mascot,
the rose,
can make rubies pool in the creases of our flesh

or, how love itself can pluck the beat from our hearts until we are left numb to emotion

or, how we beg our heart to feel,
but when it does, we fill our souls with gasoline and choke matches down our voiceless throats,
hoping to make ashes of emotions that we fail to suppress?
I can't close my eyes,
I can't close my mind
as my thoughts keep me awake all night.

I toss and I turn,
trying to find comfort in my bed.

It's past midnight
and my thoughts have been rung
with gasoline
and been set on fire.
It consumes the small pieces of
happiness that I picked up during the day.

I gaze and think,
as there is no save tonight.

So I lay with a heavy mind
and empty heart
waiting for my eyes to slip to sleep.
malluraeh Jul 11
everybody burns inside
sometimes they just need a little gasoline
to burn the way they should to
I feel it all so deeply
that it hangs from my neck
like an unmarked tombstone
I've tried to bury it in
one too many drinks
instead
they quenched the embers
sparking in my gut
so I get drunk on gasoline
hoping to match fire, with fire
fumbling hands shoving matches
down my throat
swallowing them whole
consuming that which burns so bright
within me
and even after I catch ablaze
I still feel it all too deeply.

Esther L. Krenzin
Roguesong
Canis Latrans Feb 21
The graphite colored smoke, that rose from your charcoal covered body, in billows of silver.
The ferocious orange and yellow flames, that dance at the thought of bringing your bones into the sun.
The smell.
Sandalwood and gasoline.
Morrie W S Apr 14
if i
     could still dream
without thinking of them

if i could recall
      my nightmares
in anything a't'all__
.if i could feel less

       i absolutely would

but ev'r'mornin
doth i recall
the mirror and our
youngest faces


the **** goes off
          the shot goes off

if i had but a single dream
reflected on the television screen--
mayhaps eight i was.

    the explosions i cannot recall
but the dreams remain  the the the

towers fall.

              would that i could
               evacuate this path


              how can i be anything?
we went together like fire and dynamite
something was bound to explode
you and me together was like lighting a match and igniting explosives, nothing went well when i was with you
Madison Feb 7
The girl becomes gasoline
When you treat her like she's worth nothing,
When you play with her heart
Lighting it on fire
And walking away
After making her believe that you're the one that is going to stay
After she spreads her legs for you only to be ****** over
Well trust me, she's ******* over it.

The girl becomes gasoline
When you make it seem like
You are the one who will love her this time
Only to wave goodbye
After getting in her pants
She wishes she could wrap her hands
Around your neck and choke the living **** out of you
For making her feel like she's been used.

The girl becomes gasoline
When even after being hurt so much
She decides to give you her love
She doesn't have much trust left
And you decide to rob her of it, rather than accepting it instead

You people who are users, fakers, thieves
You deserve to suffer endlessly
Because of you, the girl becomes gasoline
And I wish it wasn't true, but that girl is me.
burn what you find
in the depths of my heart
with blind rage drown any remnants of you
with the sickening smell of gasoline
clouds forming before my eyes
tunnel vision
no one ever changes but that's okay
because you could do so much worse
as you strike the match against the box
i'll be smiling to myself
with rivers flowing down my cheeks;
an eternal reservoir of you
preparing myself for the heavenly bliss
to come as you watch all that i know
rot away before your eyes.
based on a greek song that makes me cry every time i listen to it. i wrote this on vacation as i was bored in my hotel room with no wifi
Black Lips Jan 4
I want to play a little game
Don't need you talkin bout your fame
I'll put your heart inside a frame
I'll put you in my hall of fame
You burned down a building with people inside
Do not try to run there is nowhere to hide
You killed nine people all under twenty one
The things that you did can never be undone
Burn half of your body to see how it hurt
I wonder if your husband knows you're a flirt
All you have to do is take that gasoline
And cover yourself from your toes to your waist
Then light a match
I think you know what to do
No need to cry yourself to sleep
I really hope you continue to weep
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