#pyro
Do not go gently into the night,
Do not tell me what I can’t,
For I’m like fire.
I will rise again...
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Birthed from the mire
Of pyroclastic grey
Entropy reigns supreme
Cracks in creation
Beckon the thaw
Veins of inferno clean
Ashen rains bury the land
Show where life has once been
Swallow all life
Diminish all light
This is the end of all things
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
Why are you not working
Do you want to get fired?
Run amuck, berzerking
You shouldn't play with fire.
Are we pyromaniacs?
Yes, we arson.
They keep saying that
We're gonna get burn.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
I thought you were the fire that could warm my frozen heart
I took care of you
And tended to you
To keep you going as long as you could
I thought you would keep me warm
and take care of me too
Instead I ended up getting burnt
Charring my fingers on your carelessness
Singing my hair on your obliviousness
And In A Way, my own
Because anyone knows that when you play with fire
You're asking
to get burnt
-a former pyromaniac
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
Pyromaniac,
I burn for you when we touch
I am curious
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
A crutch, a walking stick
Use and abuse so sick of it
There for you when you can't move
Support your weight when you lose
But let me burn when you're cured
So **** you from all us tortured
Swinging in chains, bonded by pain
A snakes skin is all that changes
The venom still gleams crystal clear
So let me burn!
Playing with fire
Let! Me! Burn!
Your hopeless desires
I'll just take a seat right here
Blindfold off its so **** clear
This cinema rolls the same tape
But it's hilarious to see your face
The devil on the big screen
You wanted attention, now act your scene
A snakes skin is all that changes
But your method never rearranges
The venom drips, so crystal clear...
So let me burn!
Playing with fire
Let! Me! Burn!
Your faith has retired
Once again, called you out
It's hard to swim when drowning in doubt
I know, that riptide was far too strong
But in seeking help, I never did wrong
And your life is crumbling, as the venom drips
So let me burn!
Playing with fire
Let! Me! Burn!
Your hopeless desires
So let me burn!
Playing with fire
Let! Me! Burn!
Your faith! Is!
Retired....
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
What keeps me up all night
Is my own vivid imagination
Creating swirling embers, smothering smoke
And the bright flashes and crackle of flame
What keeps her up all night
Is she simply cannot sleep
And maybe she can't sleep
Partly because of me
Either way, we are both maniacs
And I know I'm happy to be one
So will you burn the world with me?
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
Puddles, puddles, everywhere
Mini rain lakes that make quagmires
How I wish you were puddles of kerosene
So I could set you all on fire
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
People who say love is beautiful have either never experienced it,
or are indeed pyromaniacs.
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
With an all-consuming fire,
He pulls out his lighter.
A little flame of hope
For a hopeless little pyro
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
Smiling kindhearted old man
Told me stories
How
He burnt the butterflies
How
He burnt human skin
Burnt villages
In burning squads
Of flamethrower men
Fire chased
Children and women
Over cliffs
Scares the **** out of me
To know that behind that smile
Is a dark hidden history
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
Climb aboard the Paper Airplane Express
Let’s fly to far away destinations
Where we land is random, it can’t be guessed
We have no preconceived expectations
Wings hand crafted by tiny artisans
Powered by adolescent dreams that ignite
Bright eyed smiles, marking the serene occasion
Of each and every planes inaugural flight
Hop aboard the Paper Airplane Express
No two planes are alike, each is unique
And not every flight is a success
But we can re-launch after a simple tweak
As our pilots aren’t allowed to play with matches
To date none of our planes have caught on fire
Though we have seen quite a few crashes
And apparently that little pyro bobby just made me a liar
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
The dismal scene
Of church
And parking lot
Played before her hazy eyes.
God absent from the pews,
The moon,
And wherever the **** else
People believed He could be.
She sat on the parking stop,
Knees close.
The night air lapped at her arms,
Raising hell beneath her skin,
And Satan
In her yearning bones.
Her heart beat
At varying abnormal paces.
Her stomach stirred
In craving.
She scratched at her ribs;
A little too hard,
Bruising ****** skin.
God was gone.
And for a moment all she had was a sympathetic truck,
Parked next to her.
But then
She knew she didn't even have that.
Images of her childhood
Sunday mornings, accompanying grandma to church
Appeared as targets
For mind's gun.
She brought from behind her,
The gasoline.
And ran
Without hesitation,
Skipping gleefully as she poured.
Then lit a small pool.
And watched as the church
Erupted into burning
Chaos and
Forgiving embers.
Then she left to satiate
Bitter craving.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC