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My Scarlet Amora Nov 2014
I think I'm going crazy
I saw you today and everything was different
I saw a spark on you
Only for a second
But it was there
You looked at me and smiled
I could see the sun in your eyes
**** I'm staring again...
I just want to see that spark again
I wonder what its like to feel your warmth up close
There's some leftover gasoline
A few ashes too          
          Inside my heart
From the last loser      
Who tore me apart
                You could use that          
       To light a fire in my soul
               Just grab a match      
     Make a tiny little spark
       Love me right    
Brighten my heart              
Keep my flame burning
   Treat my love
Like priceless art              

*All you need to do
Is breathe oxygen in my vicinity
To keep it lit
JW Harvey Oct 2014
This current resistance
in our duel circuit is
measured in ohmmms
of my meditated solace,
Mediated by the breaker
of a once-broken man
wary of a blown fuse
too burnt to salvage, a
lost cause to discard,
Replace & repeat with
each carless disregard of
the whattage we're wired
to handle, may a switch
on to off when overblown
prevent the spark that
burns down a home.
Neda Zeidieh Oct 2014
A blank paper*
I have in my lap
but in my mind
it's more than that
with a touch of imagination
i can create so many *creations.
This is in tribute for all the creative writers and poets on ``hello Poetry``, it all takes a blank paper to spark a bit of imagination :)
It's like I've been awakened
      Surrounded by sweet memories
             as if this feeling
                         won't expire
Looking back
            I can't recall
      Anything more gracious
       Or
      Hopelessly enlightening
            Than when you took my hand
                    Kissed my cheek
                        Walked the dampened streets
     With me
             Save tomorrow for me
                Take a chance with me
                
        Seeing your smile
      Ignites my core
             With love
            &      life       &      fire
With the brightest sparks
      Chiseled from this flammable heart
               It's crazy to think
         How long it's been
      Since we shared a moment
      But
            I feel better off in my mind
                When you visit me there

      I will be here for you
            In the darkest times
                   In the brightest light
                 If you promise
         To be mine
        Because
                    As long as
    I'm yours
                 The only map I own
              Leads me back
   to your outstretched arms
                          Your heart
                             Your soul
                      Your precious mind
                                  You
& there's no place
                       I'd rather be
Ariana Sweeney Sep 2014
Use of heat
engulfs your ends
Into a splintered crisp.
Every inch you sear
Irons out the curls in your mane.

Flick the lighter,
Spark up some magic
And bring that
Shy, crying ember
To your dry lips.
The harder you inhale,
The faster you burn.

Smoke sneaks around
Your body and
Encapsulates you in
A hazy plume.
The scorch marks on your arm
Emphasizes your need
For warmth.

You seem to think you’re
A phoenix by how often
You play with flames,
But how high will you rise?

Will the ashes you’ve left
behind provide you with
a rebirth
or purge you into
the hearth forever?

How long will your eyes
Stay ignited,
Because every time you
Play with snowflakes,
You become a dimly lit,
Sputtering flicker.
Elements are a reoccurring theme in my life, according to my poetry as of late.
Frustrated Poet Aug 2014
Today was celestial
Safe haven I've homed
Your hugs, calmly and warm
Securing me in our own little world
So delicate yet so ardent

Don't loosen that grip
I feel so strong yet so vulnerable at the same time.
Oh, just a brush past my skin,
A tight clasp around my wrists
I melt.

In your arms I find comfort
And in it, a piece of solace
I feel infinite
You made today *ethereal.
For my bae
Shruti Atri Aug 2014
You were supposed to give of yourself--
Your angel dust was dragon fire;
*The spark to her funeral pyre.
Three lines for betrayal...
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