#ember
I was hollow
Like a rotten tree
Cut up on the inside
A broken melody
It felt like my death was decided
The final bang of the gavel
darkness creeping in my heart
Sending me to the gallows
Then one day an ember sparked
A light began to glow
It fought against the creeping rot
And joy began to show
My future was mine again
Shining and brilliant
Waiting for my embrace
The hope that I did grant
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 1:17 PM UTC
Heart left on the cliff
Lungs choking in the sea
Can't do anything
My body turning stiff
See that boring leaf
Cut that boring tree
It must lose its colour
It must dry of grief
Soaking all the timber
Fire went all cold
Dying by the night
Losing the last ember
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
Its charcoal gaze still smashes the air.
It tears the sky with ashen wounds;
Ember of ruins breathing around—
where can an aroma even be found?
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
Summer nights had lost their luster
As a million fireflies dim their embers;
Only in nostalgia could we glance
Those scenes where they once danced
Lost are their glimmer—
The forests mourn their partners
For they've taken its tiny souls
Mystic glows that made them whole
Their embers were put to rest,
And murk swallowed these blessed;
Their shine that wanes to bloom
Now forever sleeps in gloom.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
As tears pour out relentlessly,
a cold ember of desperation
fills my aching lungs,
desperate for a fraction of warmth
that the once lit flame provided.
The water pulls me in deeper,
scattering the pathetic remnants
of the depths of devotion,
that ache for you.
And as sunken eyes
akin to the bequeathed stars above,
call out your name through the
torments veiled by moonlit waters,
The silent sea cradles
what now are just chronicles,
of my drowning woe.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 10:57 AM UTC
Playing with rocks,
Digging in socks,
Playing with spades in the sand.
The metal is hot
When the fire green fox
Steps on and burns up your hand.
There’s a hole in your chest.
Did you do your best?
There’s no one to fill in your grave.
Your now lonely friend
Will die in the end;
The one friend that you couldn’t save
Will be found at the end of his cave.
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 9:30 AM UTC
without a doubt
i should be walking out
all the images we painted
are embers on the ground
without a doubt
we can bow out
the best performances around
ephemeral frowns
May 27, 2024
May 27, 2024 at 7:23 AM UTC
love to see your smile but only when it’s coated by my love
hate to see you violent but my love will calm the rough
jokes that make you giggle until you forgot how grave it was
to be a passing ship in a sea of storms
this was happenstance, yet we cannot ignore
the embers that burn, the tables we turn
the shells we found on our own
Mar 24, 2024
Mar 24, 2024 at 9:13 AM UTC
Aircraft blazin' fuel
Aboon, "done-with's" grave floods sight,
A calm midnight rain,
The mind racing. Why
Must the nurtured be blind eye
Wilie McTell? Pain.
The mind racing, on
A smile,
Lonesome star in opaque
Darkness, Freedom
From label. Freedom
From responsibility.
Freedom from action,
Is this noble,
Or a jester's play in chess?
Oh, must I turn my fist to face aloft,
Straighten my clenched fingers, present you
Burning embers of admiration, that for so long
Have been stitched into my palm,
Gifted from a passive voyager afar,
Weary, to announce affection,
For a grasp can only
Last as long as
Two hands want to clasp.
What is on your mind?
Aircraft blazin' fuel
Aboon, "done-with's" grave floods sight,
A calm midnight rain.
A chance to breathe.
Be my Sheppard.
Lead
Me to pastures of serenity
To graze in, until my eternal slumber.
That's where I want to be.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 12:22 AM UTC
The surface remains intact.
The heart remains intact.
Each culminating inch of frame and cell,
Vowed upon and burnt through to the cinder,
Is now frozen, ashen mass.
Yet, the mere image is once again—
It is truly built upon—
And, even with no ember, remains intact.
Nov 17, 2022
Nov 17, 2022 at 9:37 PM UTC
Rest, little ember
Nest yourself within my palm
Let me be your pyre
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 1:13 AM UTC
A bandage worn on the left eye
A flock on birds travel back the sky
The weather comes but never nigh
Unto such a place unknown
He would leave if he were able
Past the stone grave and table
From this land grey and sable
But he fears that he may forget
For none now left do remember
The calm and cool of September
Those memories are scare an ember
Within even his own mind
The sun now there grows ever dim
It’s royal colors stretched and slim
Though none remain who remember him
He will himself recall
His home before the fall
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC
my soul is a chamber
in which a candle sits.
a strong flame burned,
which kept me alive.
however, week after week,
the water filled the chamber,
putting the flame out,
leaving me cold and lifeless.
the water would dry,
and the chamber was empty,
except for a single ember
that glowed in the dark.
I lit matches every day
until I saw a spark.
now it fiercely blazes,
stronger than it's ever been.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
Breathe Steady 10.29.20
go forth then, unto God and his Glory, abounding and rejoicing in the power and peace of that holy dwelling place.
abide, therefore, forever in the Love and in the Light.
-sayeth the channelings, sayeth the distorted mask,
sayeth that through which sound passes.-
sons and daughters of the Earth who bathe in the waters
drawn of love/light/wisdom in the bathhouse of
the higher densities and inner planes.
Bath waters of golden white light, brilliant in a
radial pouring forth of tangible understanding and freewill.
scarcely can such energy be described in so
cumbersome a language, charming as it endeavors to be.
underwhelming must the emotions evoked be
in comparison with the All Glory of experience of
that which is spoken of.
the death ****** of the fire-bird serves as its own
inoculum and womb; two ends of a terminus
in polarity.
I activate in order to combine,
dwindling dread.
I seal the upswing of trans-dimensional laughter,
with the everyday tone of exodus.
I am guided by the advent of thermals.
-I am a solar riptide, surf me-
and then time slowed way down.
the semi trucks were like great sea mammals with
their whale calls and slow passage by the flanks.
“Who are you?”
“I am the Kalachakra.”
“Did you hear that?” (hushed tones, hands cover the phone.)
I was quite close to the illusion of Death.
The opaque specter, shaking and rumbling the very
fabric of the matrix about me.
wavering not within the sinkhole of indifference lest my terror turn manifest.
I’ve risen from a pillar of salt,
I’ll rise from the embers next.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
To burn like an ember is of no
worth till one doesn't glow like an
ember.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
baby, you make me believe in me
don't you stop being wit me, yeah
shinin' stars are twinkling in your eyes
as your passion, like ember, is seductin' me
so fuckin', fuckin' seductive, can't leave you
we were apart for an hour, felt like a day
i am giving you all my strenghth, my warmth
i am giving you all my water, my water
in the moment of the splash, we floatin'
our dreams are on a scale, let's go for em
why are the heavens so orange-purple?
you must be messin' with the tides, babe
a flowful girl, flowerful, powerful, cute
words are without meaning, your eyes are
i will run for miles just to get your taste
alone, i'm no good, wit' you, we'll be prosperin'
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
It is your love
and mine
Together create frictions
and sparks fire
fire of joy
embers
they glow
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
If you compared her to a fire
you’d find they’re much the same
Her heart too hot to touch
the fire too wild to tame
But flame moves on with time
like she could never learn
She didn’t know to fade
she only knew to burn
She watched with deadly sorrow
as that flame soon learned to fly
her grief far too heavy
to be taken by the sky
So that little ember floated
straight to the nearest star
where it forgot the girl below
for it had flown too far
She longed to join its skyward home
among the deep dark night
but it’s hard to follow ashes
when a fire is still alight
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
Penultimate month, November
Tending memories’ eternal ember
Sparking thoughts, grand and tender
With honor and thanksgiving to remember
For each who of the human race are a member
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC
Every night I sit by a fire,
the only fire that keeps me warm:
red-hot coals,
perpetually burning,
not quite alive, but never really dying;
flaking white ash,
burned beyond recognition,
crumbling into nothing;
and gray smoke,
stinging my eyes, eating up my lungs,
as I breathe in the fumes
and lay beside the fire,
the fire of what was, and
what could have been,
and what never will be.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC