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chang cosido Jun 1
you remind me of matches.
the matches that dont just kiss.
the matches that crave for friction.
we crash ceaselessly
and burn on each other's skins.
we turn into ashes.
and do it all over again.
you remind me of matches.
and how it feels to be something alive.
I S A A C Dec 2021
web of lies to cover your web of desires
kept me in the dark away from the hearth of the fire
I gave you my heart and you threw it into the fire
blew our chances like a match, kept me as an option
So I let it rain hellfire and watched your towers fall
my pride made me destructive
I found solace in the destruction
you played me like a record but I am onto the next track
you sound like a broken record, need to sit with the lack
caught in the crossfire, I did everything right
but you manipulate me out of spite
want to have all the options, both pieces of cake
I cannot wait for you to meet the same fate.
Strying Sep 2021
I light a match
just to see the flame
feel the warmth.
I blow it out
just to feel some power
over anything in my life.
Skye Jan 2021
I’m a bomb, just waiting to blow up
And you just happen to be my match
pun intended

Spadille Nov 2020
Let me be your match
Light me up
And I will be your light
Thru the darkest nights
As I burn in flames
And wish my blaze will last longer
This fire will be your comfort
And I care not to become ashes
For I have given you my all
But grant me one favor
Always remember my flame.
I'd burn happily
Bhill Nov 2020
Met his Match....

it seems Prez Grinch has met his match
most people agree he needs to dispatch
it won't be long before our man Joe steps in
and cleans up the mess that was not a win-win
I'm told, that in history, this story will reign
I'm hoping we learn from all the insane
let's learn to be forgiving and get back our pride
and try to all be, on at least the same side
I love this great country but hate where it's been
can we all just agree, at least try to begin?

Brian Hill - 2020 # 320
Our world is inside-out. Our world is as healthy as its sickest citizen, as educated as its most ignorant, as prosperous as its poorest. Who will light the first match that starts the fire of worldwide change from inside-out to right-side in? Perhaps it will be you. Perhaps it will be I. Once the match is lit, in seconds it can become a firestorm of unimaginable change for the better. Most still want wars, not peace. Most want control, not sharing. Most want it all, but what they want is all worthless to the value of a human life. Our world does not wish to be owned, but to be cared for.  Our air will tell you this. Our water the same. The inequities of the world, its iniquities, scream at us that these injustices will **** our world and every living creation upon it. But we remain delusional, blind and deaf and uncaring to these ongoing and immoral behaviors. Only the fire of rectitude will burn away these destructive ways. Perhaps soon one will strike one match.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University. Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, an essayist, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult  life.
Jennifer McCurry Jul 2020
It sat just beyond incineration
Swearing nonchalance with the great ease of a sociopath
It's jacket promising a "Good time at Larry's, bring a friend!"
Itself, lay alone and charred
If anyone had paid it any attention
One might have caught the sulfuric hint
of a mighty hell that had consumed whole
First Oxygen
And then home
And then for granted future
Of the hateful demon who had tossed the thing
And the red headed woman who had once laid beside him
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