#h2o
I was the one who burned.
Lightest thing in all the universe,
I carried fire in my nature.
Inflammable they called me,
the one who needs only a spark
to become a catastrophe..
I was hunger.
I was uprising.
You were the one who fed the flame.
Not burning yourself,
but making burning possible.
the silent accomplice,
the arsonist behind every blaze,
the one who says to fire:-
“Come, I will hold the door open for you.”
You sustained destruction
without ever being destroyed.
Two accomplices to ruin.
What business did we have
meeting at all?
But somewhere in the proximity of violence,
something neither of us
had the intention for ;
began to happen.
you reached,
I reached,
and in that reaching
electrons moved.
Not taken.
Not surrendered.
Shared
the only democracy
that exists at the atomic level,
the only transaction
where both parties
become something
they could never be alone.
A bond formed
in the geometry of love.
One oxygen.
Two hydrogen.
The chemistry of surrender
producing the matter
that makes the universe inhabitable.
And what we made ?
WATER !!
That carries neither my fire
nor your gift for feeding it.
What we made
is the very thing
that walks into burning buildings
and says: enough.
What we made
puts out
what we both, separately,
existed to ignite.
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This is the alchemy no one predicted;
that two forces of destruction,
meeting in the precise angle of willingness,
could forget their natures entirely.
And become
the source of all life,
the quencher of all flame,
the oldest paradox:
that what burns hottest,
learns, through union,
how to heal.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
The whirlwinds from this hurricane
Creates a continuous world warp
the destructive tide remaining inside
Terrifying, flashing lighting side to side
Clearly everywhere it's a mystery
Drift to sleep and float in peace.
It's best to keep calm, cool and collective.
When it comes to friends I am overprotective as well as selective.
Under any form. Not every choice, is worth a risk.
Take a moment to feel the shift, before you flip the script!
You cannot hold on to it.
Allow it comfort you.
Another day with you is more than a gift.
Vacuous matters weighing on you dissolve and wash away
You give me life. In every situation must not lose your composure
Remain free of tension. A wise one of the world
Embedded it in our souls... "To be formless...
Formless like water"
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
Le colosse pleure.
Il bouillonne
Il a soif.
Il crie de sa voix frémissante :
H2O !
Ses lèvres sont en ébullition
Il délire
Il voit partout ton eau en mirage
H2O ! H2O !
Hache deux eaux ! Hache deux eaux !
Et tu ne sais que faire
Pour le faire taire.
Tu lui murmures un cantique à l'oreille
Zozo lait, zozo lait rhum
Et tu l'allaites de ton fleuve tiède
Essi ozo
Solide liquide et gazeuse
Il te trait à gros bouillons
Essi ozo
Hache deux eaux
Essi ozo
Les eaux de la Volta
Les eaux de la Seine
Les eaux des Trois Rivières
Et des Vieux-Habitants
Les eaux du Gange
Bouent et s'évaporent
À cent degrés C
En grosses bulles sulfureuses
Au coin de ses lèvres chaudes
Qui s'abreuvent dans l'oasis de ta béatitude .
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 5:52 AM UTC
The human body is typically somewhere around 60% water
So when I spot you in a room filled to the brim with an ocean of people
You have to understand you are like a tidal wave crashing against my hearts shore,
Something I can neither deny nor ignore
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
On a good day
I could say I'm swimming
under the water
Compared to my usual
days spent in the bottom
of a pit
drown as a stone
<I wish to breathe
and one day maybe
float>
Lift the pressure.
Fly.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
if looks could ****
i'd be slaughtering the masses
and if these walls could talk
they'd probably never stop laughing
but if that ***** of a mattress should crack
and leak the secrets of mine that she keeps in her chest-
like tightly bound metallic coils-
so help me lillith
i'll burn this house to the ground
i'd rather see all that i've built turn into ashes
than to hear her voice rehasing all the whispers i'm slinging whilst fast asleep
or how i cry in bed for weeks
or the way i flinch when the sun crosses my face
like a shadow i can't name
i'm a mess
a natural disaster with whirlwind hair and a lightning strike pulse
in a second-hand dress that doesn't fit right
i'm fine
i'll survive
but should you be the boy i find
and i bring you home tonight
just know that i'm better than alright
know how very much i feel alive
regardless of the subconscious soliloquies you unleash in your half-silence
divulging secrets whilst you slumber
i wake like the waves lapping at a fallen empire's shoreline
and quest to test your lyrical limitations and the possible personification of your breath
and your chest
heaving like the sea himself
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Water is a must
without it life is a bust
It's the element we support and trust
But not all have that tool in there hand
To a normal person they waste it and take it for granted cuz it tastes bland
People who have to go looking for this prized possession end up dying of dehydration
Don't you you see?
My demise is so low it wines up in the deep blue sea
Nowadays people in cali end up in drought
We might have to cut down on water but i think thats a doubt
As for you
Why don't do a good deed
And give water to someone in desperate need
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Inside my brain
There is a tornado
Spinning to infinity and beyond.
God only knows how fast.
My shoulders ache and my feet cramp.
My wrists click
And my eyes go damp.
Inside my brain instead is a monsoon:
A tumultuous storm that rages on.
Waves froth and smash,
Beating against the backs of my eyeballs.
Sometimes they find their way
Down my soft spotted cheeks.
My lashes float to the earth
One by one by one by one.
Would you collect them for me
Like discarded flower petals
Down the aisle of my soul's chapel
And press them into a scrapbook
Full of twisted memories?
Inside my brain is an H2O tornado
Like reckless rainstorm pirouettes.
My swirling view is blurred,
But every so often
I catch a clear picture
Of the glowing whites of your eyes
And I remember to fill my lungs,
Head above the water,
And breathe.
Twirl, twist.
Wind, mist.
But don't panic,
Because every so often
I catch a clear picture
Of you.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC