OUR LOVE WAS LIKE SCATTERED SPARKS
THAT LIT UP LIKE LAVA LIGHT
BUT EVEN VOLCANOES OF PASSION DIE
AND I'M LEFT WITH STARLESS ASHES
THAT REMIND ME OF A LAVA LOVE
THAT ONCE ENGULFED THE NIGHT IN FLAMES
Magma, molten, amorphous.
My blood is red hot
And searing, bursting
Out of its confines.
My heart is caustic,
I erupt over and over,
When I will run out of earth to chew up and spit out.
The girls pants were the colour of lava,
The girl loved sweet doom and drama.
The stars in the sky were acid green,
The boy she loved became very mean.
The cacti had peach flowers,
The clouds would endlessly weep for hours.
She lies quietly on her bed,
The weak flower was her dread.
She closes her eyes and dreams of a new place,
Never wanting nothing more to head out into the dark space...
A pool of lava
Against feverish flesh
Against the lips of a desert
i picked up so many of your pieces,
i made a house from the ruins of your life.
like a lava lamp, we blazed and bubbled;
we rose to the top, just bubbles in a jar.
u say tomato i say i want to die
the lushness of the land
the ruggedness of the rocks
pictures can capture everyone's view of perfection.
but have you sat on a cheap beach chair,
with sand in your toes and curly hair,
across your sunburned face?
subtly smiling at the distant crash of waves,
or listening to the live music
that sounds like the band "summer salt?"
lava lava beach club
with cats wandering around the island
just as your heart wanders around the lovely memories
that you count one by one
to taste their delicious ideas
and finally, finally
My sister fell, at the neighborhood pool,
on the cement, instead of into opal water.
She said the **** on her knee
looked just like a maraschino cherry.
Red like a maraschino cherry,
or a clown's nose,
or like the fire
in the center of our planet.
The ****** **** dripped cherry juice
down her leg
in between her sun burnt toes,
evaporating off of the cement.
She reminded me of lava,
The reaper of flowers
and ice cream cones.
Red cheeks, red like Geryon.
and always wondering.
I hope I can answer any questions
she has, when the need
to know evolves to thirst,
and the fears she has now
as a little lava girl
become fears that we all feel
as destroyers in our own lives,
reaping the flowers
that are growing
in the ashes of our youth.
Its beautiful I've heard
Sun in the sky
Sand on the beach
Sharks in the water
Now I've never been one for the cold
So to me it seems like paradise
Yet your the one who's there
And I know I said I would follow you there if I had to
But when I make my way to those sand shores someday
You better believe it won't be for you
So I look forward to the day I can smell the salt water in the air
And feel the sand in my toes
While I sand and watch the lava flow
is your biggest
Liquid rage crackles like
the snores of an inferno
slumbering deep within
Do you want to
pelt another stone,
drill another hole?
you'd best run home
and run for your life
for I shall emerge
to bring forth hot tears
across your cheeks
So halt your assault
Cease your trials
The fire burns
too close to my skin
I feel my restraint rapidly diminish -
it is the last wall
that stands in between