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Nicole Dawn May 2015
My soul is a flame.
Right now it's a spark,
Sputtering and flickering,
Trying to stay alive.

But I swear,
It was once
A bonfire
I post too much sorry
Ricky May 2015
Without you,
I was nothing but a tepid grey dust
I wanted nothing more than for the oxygen that I inhaled to be met with sultriness
It was in my nature
Almost how it was in your nature
To fulfill my desire to be kindled

With you,
Flames ignited the fuse
In the skies they saw the fireworks
You were the spark in disguise
You taught me just how fire works
Auss May 2015
Lit the match, to watch it catch a flame, the pain of passion is what's to blame. placing the world in a spire of fire that climbs ever higher.  Reaching for the sky refusing to die,  the spire of fire released a mournful cry.
I don't even know but hell why not?
Poetic T May 2015
electrons do spark
energy transcends pure thought
both equally caged
electrical and thought as one trapped in a prison of bone.
Lunar May 2015
Ever wondered why we had to burn out or crash in flames?

Everything was on fire when i was by your side.

It all started with a spark, though.

Because i thought you were my match.

And i blame you for looking like hot stuff that Friday summer night.
Miranda Leigh Apr 2015
I see your hair
Gleaming in the sun
Your clothes hadn't the slightest tear
Your hair was up in a messy bun

You took my hand and showed me around
You were very clever
To you I was forever bound
Bound by blood, forever

You are my sister
I would have it no other way
We used to say sisters before misters
Sisters we will always stay

The light catches in your eyes
I see your smile so bright
You have never told a lie
You are always full of light

I awake from the dream
Crying in the dark
My parents hear my scream
It all ended with a spark.
Just did this at midnight, please don't judge me based on this, judge me based on my other poems
Anastasia Apr 2015
As our love began to
Dwindle,
It's last sparks danced
Hoping,
To ignite
Something
That was already
Burned out.
Poetic T Mar 2014
I am running  on empty my time was
nearly done, I was born full charge but
that day has supposed its moment.
  
I used to energetic, I used to run
around in my youthful days,
but those days now dispersed in haste.
  
My energy is at critical no charge will I hold,
I no soon that i will be an empty vessel
when my last spark of charge is depleted.
  
But will I sit and wait for that day to come,
I will live life to the fullest what may pass.
  
My charge is nearly on empty but i still have
to live my life, till my charge is depleted and
the spark flickers and then its gone as is breath.
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