#embers
Burning embers
of the past,
If they reignite them,
they will start to last
the smell of wood
Is burning right through
the Flames within
will erupt within you
The fire is burning of the
Past memories,
of the times when things
were subtle, calm and free
B.R.
Date: 2/3/2026
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 6:20 PM UTC
my words bite
my body surrenders
filling up my diary with all of my blunders
my heart hurts
my art embers
flaring up my life with all of my wonders
i wonder if
i wonder when
the possibilities are deafening
i wonder why
i wonder who
i imagine the happy little endings
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
Around fire the Wa arised
syllables afloat, stories alive
Above fire the Wa aligned
steps abeam, songs alight
Amidst fire the Wa awaked
sparkling out, sprouting in
Cease me not
Behold the way, bet a say
Brick a home slumbered
whither for return in gusto
Blaze a tune of unity
weather harsh with vitality
Beam through ashes blew
Wa fire fueled the way found
Wither thee not
It knocks me out.
In tap, on tread,
mud you black
The mount knows our track.
In weft of brunet dye
flows the lapse defied
dancing a dance not our own
for a waft of strangers.
Memories ruffled in rusty voice,
melodies frozen off the echoes.
A small hand in a big one, the way home.
There grows crops, plants, and lives
picking, watering, handing, crunching,
In gentleness built upon nothing less than
the radiant afternoon sun creeping down the alley,
a melancholy tune, a melancholic loss
and a terrible greatness.
Hedged eyes I descry
your silence lingering on
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC
Love tramples my bitter heart
Shadows follow my feet
Through deep pool of frustration I wade
Legs may as well be made of concrete
To find exit in this forest of grief
Quiet the picture of you in my mind
Grows in the gaps your absence has rendered
Tiniest light so sharp leaves my eyes blind
That chases progress in circles
Some wishes aren't meant to come true
Worth it warming memories over smoldering embers
For peace that passed away with you
Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 4:29 AM UTC
Call me,
Even if it's 3 a.m.,
And I am dead to the world.
Every fire pit eventually has to go out,
But even those cold ash embers
Are kept warm by the lively ones
That have yet to go out.
If you get lost
And the surrounding starts
To look unfamiliar,
Call me.
Even moths need sleep.
I promise you're not disturbing
Me.
We'll find another pit to hang around.
If you get lost and don't feel
That warmth around you.
Don't you go getting lost on me,
I'll be that lonely stubborn ember
That refuses to go out
One that keeps you warm
Until you feel safe,
And we both fall asleep
There isn't a dark too deep
That we can't explore
Even if it's 4 a.m.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 12:51 AM UTC
Looking onward,
Sun sets the sky gold
Golden highlights on ember stones
As iron turns to molten lava blue
As the sun settles on the rise
Rose colored stones darken
Green brush lit a fire in the changing leaves
Soon it sets dark
Set the embers aside
To turn to fire again in the morn
Sleep now child
It will all be answered
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 5:27 PM UTC
What path in this warren of life,
made you go from affection
in everything you said,
to disdain in your nostalgic eyes?
The promises we uttered,
expecting to keep them for eternity and after;
now dissolved in the acid of your treachery.
Was it just me who had that intention
of never leaving until the end of time
or, were they merely just a game of your deceit?
The mirage of your trust and insistence
of partly carrying my burdens,
as I did for you,
now reduced to ashes
from which an ember lowly emits in its wake.
The very envisage of us being,
that would hush me too a deep repose
on sleepless nights;
now keeping me up until dawn.
Perhaps,
it was my fault
for expecting so much.
For assuming you were
the one friend I'd needed,
in this deep, hollow concept of living.
I suppose what I'm better off with
is a barren version
of the shallow expectations concerning
human existence.
Often times, I reckon,
what would be of us
if we hadn't strayed apart to divergent voyages.
It is as though,
due to the circumstances uncalled
or our fraying nexus of connection,
we just weren't meant to be.
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 10:54 AM UTC
Charcoal hands
To hold my ignited love,
The only reciprocity
Is to be maimed & scarred
With flames beyond the fire's control.
Gasoline loves a match-
Bright & hot, destructive, fast.
Burns out to within, and then
It's all exhausted;
Embers smolder to ash.
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
After years of silence,
I realised
That my kin
No longer inhabited
My world.
I was discarded,
Mentally neglected,
And...
Cast aside.
My tears rang
Like tinnitus,
Disturbing their peace
And pride.
The familial stench
Of shame
Slowly infected
Them all.
A broken brother,
Ravaged by life,
Consumed
By fate.
Lost to the embers
Of time.
By Darren Wall
©
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 3:19 AM UTC
are you listening?
can you hear me?
can you hear,
can you see
what's going on
around us?
Do you hear the sirens
that are going off
in every direction?
Everyone is leaving,
Everyone except you.
For you,
the sirens
fall on deaf ears
and you stay,
right where you are
watching the disaster unfold, in awe
The embers begin to flick and flare out
travelling down this stretch of road
and here you are, without a care
Blissfully unaware, the fire
is already taking hold in this town.
can you hear me? are you listening now?
You feel a tug of the arm,
Signaling it's time to go.
your reluctance is telling
But you know you can't stay.
You know that
you have to go.
Memories last forever.
But for you,
You know
the hardest part
Is starting over.
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
Our fires clash, the sources worlds apart.
My mind is still, my heart beats fleeting.
And I ask myself why, or how strangers of two ends up finding themselves reaping
for the air the other breathes, and the other one’s heart.
But soon our worlds meet, and I feel myself clashing.
I think of you as bright as the embers that burn hot like the sun,
or how it feels to have your first taste of ***
A slow-burn that inks the back of your throat, that leaves you asking for more, as the mind begins cracking.
We went out for coffee —
Funny enough, we both liked it plain.
We talked about our lives, and soon, I thought us insane.
For we laughed all day, until the sun went away.
“Until another day,” You say.
But we were inpatient, it had barely been 3 days
Before you asked me out for coffee in another café.
No longer did it take for me to be your captive,
And If you ask me to love,
I say, “I will.”
For I’ll give you all my love, my soul, my heart.
Only if you ask, my dear.
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 4:17 AM UTC
The dark comes in close
Wrapping me tight tonight,
And I search for someone
To save me.
Helpless, alone,
Just embers left
To guide me
From the candle fuse,
And the darkness closes in around me.
Begging, pleading,
I strain to be let away,
But its grip is tight
As an anaconda,
Tracing its fangs to my neck
From my shoulder blades.
Within an inch of foresight,
I can feel my heartbeat waning,
And hear teardrops
Pierce the night silence
While the city sleeps;
I ask once more for someone
To give my feet placement,
But one cannot hold another’s heart
Whilst forsaking their own,
And thus, one cannot give another their heart
If giving is expectant
That to whom it’s given,
Will put back together,
For my mistake,
Was hoping for someone else,
When I, so many times,
Could have freed myself,
If only I put myself back together,
But I’ve swept the shattered pile
And sewn the tattered pieces,
Slowly feeling more encouraged
With every change in season
With now, a reason,
And even a desire,
To press on.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 7:30 PM UTC
When you and I were together
My soul was feisty and I was full of fire
When I looked you in the eye, my eyes gleamed an enraptured caressing look
My heart was full of passion and desire
But when you left
The fire in me though not finished;
was almost extinguished
I realised my soul was burnt to embers
The smouldering pieces of my body
that once ignited a fire
Were now ready to fade
Like our love eventually did.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
I want to be held from the cold
As the warm water hits my body
Emulating embers slowly fading in the night
I can't help but notice
Goosebumps on untouched skin
I want to be held from the cold
Deja vu overwhelms my mind
Ive felt this feeling before
its almost childlike
innocence
I want to be held from the cold
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
Evergreen stands
still at the hearth.
Roaring red fire,
life, love and mirth.
Laughter and joy.
Cider's sweet mash.
Dull fire's embers;
glowing orange ash.
We retreat to our beds,
nestled and warm,
and dream of the morning
when the Christ child was born.
Lights festooned,
on the bushes outside;
filter in through the window,
glimmer and shine.
We long for the hour
when we flock to the tree.
Peppermint, tinsel,
ribbons, and glee.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
Embers of autumn
Swept away by frigid wind
Winter's arrival
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
I look at you and wonder,
How soft those tendrils feel,
Always pulling me asunder,
Pulling my mind to heel.
The looks you gave,
The depth of your eyes
Made my heart cave
As I reached new highs.
As if like pools of wisdom,
I'd willingly drown in them,
Feel my desires through a prism,
And allow fate to condemn
My hidden desires.
As they come and go
I seek not to douse the fires,
I'll leave the embers to glow.
Watch them light the night sky,
With a childish curiosity.
Against the damp ground, I lie
Carried by my precocity.
To share this
Would be wonderous,
This unadulterated bliss.
I'm left feeling ponderous.
Until such time,
I will lie here
Listening to the wind chime
As the embers disappear.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
clang. clang.
The metal sung joyfully each strikes.
Passion is a dancing flame.
The greatest passion can churn
the sea.
Yet it can also fade like flickering embers.
A passion, can leave behind lasting debris.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC
The excessive wind blows hot air into the front of me.
It leaves my hoodie fluttering behind my body, only held up by my shoulders.
My hands remain on my sides, and my head is tilted.
Despite the wind and the thing in front of me, my feet are firm on the ground.
The flames are reflected in my dead eyes.
The sound of firemen and ambulances should be all that I hear,
but all I can hear is the sound of my breathing.
The wood crumbles, as the flames dance on their dying bodies.
Tears fall from my eyes, but I do not change expression.
I feel a hand firmly grab my arm, but still I don’t budge.
I feel my feet being lifted from the ground, and I follow the house with my eyes
I’m moved into a cop car
I put my hand on the car window, still following the house with my eyes.
My breath leaves blurry spots on the clear window.
The embers burn brightly, destroying everything I had.
but with the dark sky and the glistening stars, it looks beautiful.
Once the fire leaves my vision, I break down.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC