#singe - Hello Poetry

He was as bright as the sparks dancing above the flames, He burnt amidst the darkness, Singeing those who were caught In a trance, He was mesmerising and magical, Exciting and ephemeral. I daren’t breathe, or, I could ***** out his light.

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Feb 7, 2019

Feb 7, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC

h-raeth

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He was as bright as the sparks dancing above the flames, He burnt amidst the darkness, Singeing those who were caught In a trance, He was mesmerising and magical, Exciting and ephemeral. I daren’t breathe, or, I could ***** out his light.

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My mouth is dry with the taste of the smoke and yearning, Incense sticks lit on my tongue with a lick of whiskey lighter fuel. Burning down to each moment where the ashes of you Would fall off my tongue, Until there was nothing but ashes by the end of the night.

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Mar 26, 2016

Mar 26, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC

rachelmartinwriting

Whiskey Singe

My mouth is dry with the taste of the smoke and yearning, Incense sticks lit on my tongue with a lick of whiskey lighter fuel. Burning down to each moment where the ashes of you Would fall off my tongue, Until there was nothing but ashes by the end of the night.

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The wind cried jasmine and “east,” Past the muddied waters Grande And mass graves tortured Tamaulipas; Past the rasps, taunts, tortures, And gasps bereaved, So much so and so could I. Set and to sail, I could feel the tumbleweed Sting my toes, with each and every Bitter step; One more sojourn And seeking the earliest unknown, A celestial sort of gallant, Faceless and opposed, The awkward, “welcome home.” Come earlier, come Mexico, She’d scarred my stomach With love, a newer sort of sear, Notarized the scar I still carry When I drown at five past four With the deafening scent of Mescal and torpor Atop my tongue. It’s upon hot nights, Like this very one, that I imagine the Melons of Reynosa, Succulent, a summer night, with Stars stained sorrow, strayed me, Stayed you, and fled I did, Taken to bamboo, and forever’d, The newest resident, “away.”

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Aug 19, 2015

Aug 19, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC

liam-c-calhoun

My Favorite Stitch

The wind cried jasmine and “east,” Past the muddied waters Grande And mass graves tortured Tamaulipas; Past the rasps, taunts, tortures, And gasps bereaved, So much so and so could I. Set and to sail, I could feel the tumbleweed Sting my toes, with each and every Bitter step; One more sojourn And seeking the earliest unknown, A celestial sort of gallant, Faceless and opposed, The awkward, “welcome home.” Come earlier, come Mexico, She’d scarred my stomach With love, a newer sort of sear, Notarized the scar I still carry When I drown at five past four With the deafening scent of Mescal and torpor Atop my tongue. It’s upon hot nights, Like this very one, that I imagine the Melons of Reynosa, Succulent, a summer night, with Stars stained sorrow, strayed me, Stayed you, and fled I did, Taken to bamboo, and forever’d, The newest resident, “away.”

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**I silently burn But my ashes are just sweat I drink from my urn But all I taste's regret** I dont think of you lately I dont notice these changes I've lost control of my anger I feel us both start to hate me I feel us both become strangers My clothes are all cloaked in anguish I use these ******* erasers Everytime I'm mistaken Take my loss and keep racing To find out where this flame takes me An absolute embrace Of all of my damnation Steady taking a step back Surveying situations Tired of ******** Finding where this flame may take him *I silently burn But my ashes are just sweat I drink from my urn But all I taste's regret I thank you for your time And stumble before I fall Weeping worlds into existence Just incinerate it all*

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Feb 23, 2015

Feb 23, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC

LunarLena

Where this Flame takes Me

**I silently burn But my ashes are just sweat I drink from my urn But all I taste's regret** I dont think of you lately I dont notice these changes I've lost control of my anger I feel us both start to hate me I feel us both become strangers My clothes are all cloaked in anguish I use these ******* erasers Everytime I'm mistaken Take my loss and keep racing To find out where this flame takes me An absolute embrace Of all of my damnation Steady taking a step back Surveying situations Tired of ******** Finding where this flame may take him *I silently burn But my ashes are just sweat I drink from my urn But all I taste's regret I thank you for your time And stumble before I fall Weeping worlds into existence Just incinerate it all*

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