#gasoline
Built-up frustrations and transgressions have come to a head,
You’ve decided that enough is enough.
You carry your newly filled gasoline cans,
Can’t believe that this is how it ends.
You pour the gasoline,
All over the wooden, fractured planks.
And as you douse the bridge with kerosene,
Some of the boards groan and even break.
You light a match and stare at the flame,
Contemplating everything.
How your friends stabbed you in the back and ran away,
How they treated you like dirt, but you took it anyway.
How you were desperate, and it caused you pain.
How you never felt like you belonged with them either way.
So you flick the match,
And listen to the satisfying crackle of the flames.
But don’t feel bad,
Sometimes bridges burn, and that’s okay!
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 10:00 PM UTC
I am throwing up straight gasoline.
Steam is dripping down my eyes.
I work twice as hard as that man.
I earn five times less awards.
My body is deteriorating.
I am tripping over the wires at my feet.
I am falling ill; I keep working.
That man will pay
But you know what they say
You can’t take it with you.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
I no longer carry your marks on my collarbone,
I already stepped off of that throne;
Or did you push me?
I couldn't tell through
The field of gasoline
I found myself in.
And in this tragic end,
I prayed that I could blend,
But I suppose we can only stand,
As tall as we can bend.
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 8:56 PM UTC
when I am running on fumes
you fill me up.
igniting my engine to throttle a bit harder.
A bit faster.
you rev me up regardless the number of bumps,
regardless the amount of twist
and turn, in the road ahead.
my heart belongs to you.
propelling me towards the sunset.
the reason I speed down the street in this passionate flight.
Not afraid to jump any unsuspecting hill.
most might think that I am crazy, the way that I drive.
if they knew the reason why, they'd press the pedal down
as well.
when I am running on fumes, rev me up, rev me up.
Darling rev me up.
I am a well-oiled machine with a place to be.
whether towards the moon or the sun.
you're the gasoline that ignites the spark
that pushes me to go a little further.
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 11:42 PM UTC
Remember, it takes a hell of a lot of coal, trees, and gasoline to produce and move electricity. It also takes a hell of a lot of electricity, trees, and coal to produce gasoline. Same can be said about coal. It takes a lot of trees, electricity and gasoline to produce coal. Hello? Knock knock. Anyone home? Add in helium and other gases too.
Mar 30, 2022
Mar 30, 2022 at 1:26 PM UTC
I think my addictions are addicted to me.
It's a mutual symbiotic parasitism.
I've taken up drinking,
hoping that will push them away.
But it's like lighting a fire
and trying to put it out with gasoline.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 1:46 AM UTC
Within me screeches a woman on fire - consumed by a violent rage and doused in a fury like gasoline.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
I'm a match
You're the fuel
Friction
A lick of flame
The kiss of desire
We burn in pain as
I light you afire
Ashes remain
Never should you mix
Fire and gasoline
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
in her clenched hand
she held a rose,
recently wilted
i saw its thorns
dug into her palm
like wire barbed
small and unassuming
gasping for breath
she had the heavy scent
of gasoline
each iris was a lit match
and she laid her gaze on me
let me be your fuel,
burn me down
and lament over the ashes
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
You poured out the gasoline around me
While never losing my eyes
Telling me sweet nothings
Crossing t's and dotting i's
As you leaned in to kiss me
The flames engulfed us
And your lips never reached mine
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
Iced hands
Drip, dripping with icicles
Light a fire
Dip, dipping them in gasoline
Stick a hand in, one at a time,
Into the fireplace
Smile
Scorched hands, are happy hands
Crackling in time with the flickering flames
The shadows cast, dance the tango around the room
Skin melting off the bone
Drip, dripping down my arms
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
I can't close my eyes,
I can't close my mind
as my thoughts keep me awake all night.
I toss and I turn,
trying to find comfort in my bed.
It's past midnight
and my thoughts have been rung
with gasoline
and been set on fire.
It consumes the small pieces of
happiness that I picked up during the day.
I gaze and think,
as there is no save tonight.
So I lay with a heavy mind
and empty heart
waiting for my eyes to slip to sleep.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
everybody burns inside
sometimes they just need a little gasoline
to burn the way they should to
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
I feel it all so deeply
that it hangs from my neck
like an unmarked tombstone
I've tried to bury it in
one too many drinks
instead
they quenched the embers
sparking in my gut
so I get drunk on gasoline
hoping to match fire, with fire
fumbling hands shoving matches
down my throat
swallowing them whole
consuming that which burns so bright
within me
and even after I catch ablaze
I still feel it all too deeply.
Esther L. Krenzin
Roguesong
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
The graphite colored smoke, that rose from your charcoal covered body, in billows of silver.
The ferocious orange and yellow flames, that dance at the thought of bringing your bones into the sun.
The smell.
Sandalwood and gasoline.
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
if i
could still dream
without thinking of them
if i could recall
my nightmares
in anything a't'all__
.if i could feel less
i absolutely would
but ev'r'mornin
doth i recall
the mirror and our
youngest faces
the **** goes off
the shot goes off
if i had but a single dream
reflected on the television screen--
mayhaps eight i was.
the explosions i cannot recall
but the dreams remain the the the
towers fall.
would that i could
evacuate this path
how can i be anything?
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
we went together like fire and dynamite
something was bound to explode
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
burn what you find
in the depths of my heart
with blind rage drown any remnants of you
with the sickening smell of gasoline
clouds forming before my eyes
tunnel vision
no one ever changes but that's okay
because you could do so much worse
as you strike the match against the box
i'll be smiling to myself
with rivers flowing down my cheeks;
an eternal reservoir of you
preparing myself for the heavenly bliss
to come as you watch all that i know
rot away before your eyes.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 3:56 AM UTC
I want to play a little game
Don't need you talking about your fame
I'll put your heart inside a frame
I'll put you in my hall of fame
You burned down a building with people inside
Do not try to run there is nowhere to hide
You killed nine people all under twenty one
The things that you did can never be undone
Burn half of your body to see how it hurt
I wonder if your husband knows you're a flirt
All you have to do is take that gasoline
And cover yourself from your toes to your waist
Then light a match
I think you know what to do
No need to cry yourself to sleep
I really hope you continue to weep
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
I am a candle in the wind,
faltering.
Yearn to set it all aflame,
pour yourself upon me, gasoline.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
I was there
Throwing matches on the bridge
Without lighting them up.
Thinking whether or not
I could handle the fact that
I wouldn't be able to cross over if I did.
But as the fog cleared up
I could clearly see you
On the other side,
Pouring gasoline.
"Burn," I said,
So we could dance
Near the fire
On the long, cold night.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
and ill give you
one last chance
to show you can love me
the way you would a fire
and ill let you be the arson
to whatever we are gasoline boy
if you know there is more to love
than burning me out of my body
than breaking apart my ribs
for a look beneath at my heart
you are as slick with desperation as you are love,
but i have only ever been hurt
and i do not intend to become another statistic
in another raging wildfire.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
so often
we feel so deeply
that it feels like nothing at all
so i will pour some gasoline on a spark
just to feel some warmth
and i will set myself on fire
because you told me i was cold
so excuse me
if i keep my thoughts to myself
i don't have
any more matches to light for you
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC