#pyromania - Hello Poetry

Silent breaths, flickering flames reflect in bright eyes alight It shrivels and curls He cracks a smile, “Burn for me.” not a plea, but a command

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Jan 5

Jan 5, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC

alex-3

Burn

Silent breaths, flickering flames reflect in bright eyes alight It shrivels and curls He cracks a smile, “Burn for me.” not a plea, but a command

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It feels like heaven, Surrounded by my fearsome fires I’m their God I created them And they can fall at my hands Their feisty heats Are amazing feats They save me from the bitter cold

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC

nothingisasitseems

Pyromania

It feels like heaven, Surrounded by my fearsome fires I’m their God I created them And they can fall at my hands Their feisty heats Are amazing feats They save me from the bitter cold

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the boy has a match in his back poc ket. hovering janky steps sheathed by fluffy ice chest reverb erates as a single rain drop trickled in pinful loop... theforestwaits Undisturbed not wanting to be burnt but he rations not wanting anything at all. in destroying one makes something whence once there was nothing. he s t r i k e s the match aflame and alive, l o w ering it fit to spread and surely cause his life some havoc... havoc... havochavochavoc HAVOC H A V O C havoc; he ruminates the meaning of the word a while and settles on it being better than boring old nothing.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC

LilRimbaud99

teen angst decision making

the boy has a match in his back poc ket. hovering janky steps sheathed by fluffy ice chest reverb erates as a single rain drop trickled in pinful loop... theforestwaits Undisturbed not wanting to be burnt but he rations not wanting anything at all. in destroying one makes something whence once there was nothing. he s t r i k e s the match aflame and alive, l o w ering it fit to spread and surely cause his life some havoc... havoc... havochavochavoc HAVOC H A V O C havoc; he ruminates the meaning of the word a while and settles on it being better than boring old nothing.

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Man starts dreaming— greedy dreaming. He begins to burn a different kind of fire. His heart like an ember can be fiery and fervent can burn a silhouette a shadow in love a ghost in grief all in his deep shades of crimson blue. Here he is here he's been here he will be burning memories– photographs and things in pages curling into black the stench of obliviun is one with the smoke that is how he builds a different kind of fire. Plunged his hand it shines in his very eyes dancing gracefully like a wild gloriosa rustled by the winds restlessly, like a scarlet swan in a lake of stonecold ashes, as if the only thing at peace in a holocaust of memories. Then stares back before it sways back into being the ordinary flame it was. If he would listen the fire has a pulse a flicker beat almost like his. The flame did not burn him as if it has always been a part from within as if he was made out of it as if it was made out of him. He felt the soul of the fire. It's pulse— felt like home.

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Jul 20, 2019

Jul 20, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC

janrypurplebuilt

Pyromaniac

Man starts dreaming— greedy dreaming. He begins to burn a different kind of fire. His heart like an ember can be fiery and fervent can burn a silhouette a shadow in love a ghost in grief all in his deep shades of crimson blue. Here he is here he's been here he will be burning memories– photographs and things in pages curling into black the stench of obliviun is one with the smoke that is how he builds a different kind of fire. Plunged his hand it shines in his very eyes dancing gracefully like a wild gloriosa rustled by the winds restlessly, like a scarlet swan in a lake of stonecold ashes, as if the only thing at peace in a holocaust of memories. Then stares back before it sways back into being the ordinary flame it was. If he would listen the fire has a pulse a flicker beat almost like his. The flame did not burn him as if it has always been a part from within as if he was made out of it as if it was made out of him. He felt the soul of the fire. It's pulse— felt like home.

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they're fighting again, what's new at this point? i've got my mentality at gunpoint it's hard to hear my screams under the sound of broken glass i'm riding the train to insanity, first class running mascara, slits running up and down every arm dear god, i really don't think i can take any more my head hurts, hands around my neck realization hits me, i'm a ******* wreck what the **** looking for the labels that say flammable as i tuck a lighter in my back pocket wouldn't it be nice to see this all go down in flames?

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Jun 17, 2019

Jun 17, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC

emigrace

flames

they're fighting again, what's new at this point? i've got my mentality at gunpoint it's hard to hear my screams under the sound of broken glass i'm riding the train to insanity, first class running mascara, slits running up and down every arm dear god, i really don't think i can take any more my head hurts, hands around my neck realization hits me, i'm a ******* wreck what the **** looking for the labels that say flammable as i tuck a lighter in my back pocket wouldn't it be nice to see this all go down in flames?

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there's a lot wrong with the earth- & with my head i'm trying to shed my addict skin i'm so much more than what i depict & i've come pretty far, considering where i've been & this world may be bleak but i've gained some light by burning down every bridge in my sight- you may say my pyromania is born out of spite but your toxicity is now gone. i can finally breathe right. so i'm going to continue to fix myself i'll box up old memories, hide them high on a shelf because i’m done treating the past as my prison cell. i've roamed ******* far from the pits of your hell.

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Jun 26, 2018

Jun 26, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC

sarko

burnt

there's a lot wrong with the earth- & with my head i'm trying to shed my addict skin i'm so much more than what i depict & i've come pretty far, considering where i've been & this world may be bleak but i've gained some light by burning down every bridge in my sight- you may say my pyromania is born out of spite but your toxicity is now gone. i can finally breathe right. so i'm going to continue to fix myself i'll box up old memories, hide them high on a shelf because i’m done treating the past as my prison cell. i've roamed ******* far from the pits of your hell.

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I just want to be set on fire. I'm not asking for a funeral pyre, or to burn like the sun, and light up the day, or to shine like a fireworks display. Just let me roast 'til I'm charred a deep black. Let the smoke rise up in billowing stacks, and once I'm burnt through, take hold of my ashes, and toss me across wild vegetable patches. Let me take root in the summertime haze. Let me find peace in the cool autumn days. Let me take shelter from winter's contempt. Let me sprout new leaves as spring is redeem't. I ask no forgiveness, no charity, mercy. I don't wish for anything granted. Conversely, I ask for two items, and if you're so keen; A matchbox, and one gallon of gasoline.

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Feb 20, 2018

Feb 20, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC

ACanOfSunDrop

Animus Igneos

I just want to be set on fire. I'm not asking for a funeral pyre, or to burn like the sun, and light up the day, or to shine like a fireworks display. Just let me roast 'til I'm charred a deep black. Let the smoke rise up in billowing stacks, and once I'm burnt through, take hold of my ashes, and toss me across wild vegetable patches. Let me take root in the summertime haze. Let me find peace in the cool autumn days. Let me take shelter from winter's contempt. Let me sprout new leaves as spring is redeem't. I ask no forgiveness, no charity, mercy. I don't wish for anything granted. Conversely, I ask for two items, and if you're so keen; A matchbox, and one gallon of gasoline.

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With an all-consuming fire, He pulls out his lighter. A little flame of hope For a hopeless little pyro

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC