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ZACK GRAM Oct 16
Alchamettis Fire
Blue Roof Syndrome
Staring at...
You Earth's
And
The Suns Fire
Fire
By Secret
Alexandria
Boats an Hoes
I really truly don't know    
why
some things under the    
sun and sky  
attract and catch my    
fancy  
Quite queerly they    
happen to be  
hot melting smelting    
solids  
that melt into exquisite    
liquids.  
Take for instance heated    
liquid gold  
molten glass or molten    
brass  
and to watch magma    
'neath the earth's fold  
Ooh, I love just about any    
melting mass.  
 
With similar bizarre    
ecstasy and fascination  
I like to watch 
onscreen molten lava  
Gliding in serpentine    
turns, oblivious of my    
admiration  
Ah, I just love all that    
golden molten mass . 

Liquidised metal, liquid fire
I just never ever tire
 
Sometimes I even have    
such an eccentric craving  
to watch just any solid    
beauty melting smelting  
that I satisfy this craving    
by simply imagining  
the honey to be some    
liquid fire gold glowing    
in a crystal clear jar and    
liken it to  
metallic gold syrup in    
the furnace burning  
As if it were stagnant    
mini-lava  
right before me churning !  
 
As for other mesmeric    
things  
that I find real eye-  
catching  
are those which    
everybody else finds    
ravishing.  
And they are in all shine,
in heavenly mould and cast,  
magical celestial stardust  
or glittery terrestrial gold    
dust  
or dazzling diamond dust,
in mankind's metallic    
materialistic lust.!  

Btw I am allergic to earthly  
dust!:)
bubbling, boiling, the ****** acid sizzles
my insides like water hissing as it turns to steam
helpless against the fury of a forest fire
it chars my throat,
tears springing to my eyes

i can taste the salt on my face
but all i see is red

mirthless laughter echoes
the way black coal smoke billows
from the smoke stacks of my
lungs

the searing heat of hatred
irritates the skin on my wrists
i scratch and scratch and scratch
until the skin is raw
until the skin is broken
until the skin hangs off the bone
i feel nothing but the rage

giving me strength
giving me focus
giving me calm

the lava rises, shrieking,
into my eyes,
pouring from my ears and nostrils,
seethes between my clenched teeth and sealed lips

my breathing
even, deep,
matches the rumble of the cracking earth

and from its core more fire comes
evaporating the tears on my cheeks
the blood on my arms
the rain from the very sky
Svetoslav Mar 2021
it Is your turn
    write in the skies
      make the fireflies burn

      in a sparkling daylight
    the fireflies land on jaded plantations
igniting them for starlight's doom

      smoky grasses breathe in the tree leaves
        suffocating it and blinding it out of danger

      a daylight star
    in a whirlwind rotates
      and the journey makes
    with a will of passion
      flowing from lava lakes

      now a dark and gloomy night
              makes the fear of darkness go bright
      as their flames turn into light

              our minds void lead to the mystical path
      separated into three different directions
              towards gates of relaxing, fright or depression

            wherever you walk you will regret
      and think you've chosen the wrong path
Cox Feb 2020
My tears can no longer seek home in my eyes,
They refuge to the mainland- flooding and filling every crevice- they take away life.
Toxic and hot,
They spurt out as if they are small spits of lava.
I cause pain and devastation,
I **** nature.
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