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Semicolon Jun 8
You are made of stardust;
Your skin sparkles the way those stars do.
Your veins are made of the earth;
Your blood blooms flowers and leaves and trees.
Your breaths are made of the air of this planet;
You blow life into this world.
Your mouth, your lips are made of words;
You speak tales that nobody else feels.
Your eyes contain the universe in them;
They have stories to tell and stories to bury.
Your scars are made of the chronicles your life has lived;
They're constant reminders that you've felt emotions nobody has.
You are infinite.
How'd you think it's okay to burn yourself down?
~Semicolon
ilusm Apr 22
'our love was a candle
that burned out a long time ago

but the wax just melted
and not disappear

so let's mold a new candle
from the remains that melted
and let it burn again and again
so we'll feel love
all over again
'
Alysia Marie Aug 2016
Even a flower
Can grow from something
That was once burned to ash

                                       Alysia Marie 2016 ©
We all have the potential to grow from our previous self and bring light to a moment that was once dull
Ashley Aug 12
Here in the morning gloaming
burning
my skin flaming
as I imagine red kisses
from smouldering lips!

How easily
in anticipation
you make me wimper
before with pleasure
making me simper -
each kiss
another hot coal
placed on my rawness
with searing softness.
Kagami Jun 2017
The source of my sorrow
Has been resurrected
Along with the memories I had buried.
Everything before you was buried,
But the burn of whiskey
Has robbed every grave I created;
Truths brought back by the
Numbness of my lips and
Willingness of my neighbors ears.
sarah Dec 2014
skin as delicate as worn out tissue paper,
i want to get ****** and write about something that matters.
if i can say one thing for certain (which is not much),
it is that i am all too familiar with loss.
not only people, things, but myself.
i start anew on the daily. feelings that come and go like spring showers.
a burnt out cigarette heart.
damage that will never allow me to taste the same.
these blue eyes are ******* sad. scars on my arms that scream i haven't seen what i want to yet.
i broke myself because i heard that's how the light gets in, but it's still so dark.
one time, i saw what it was to be unconditionally loved. a season full of cigarettes and freckled noses.
i must learn,
i am incapable of giving nor receiving.
i am a car crash, an abandoned house, a new school that will never see a child.
"tell me what is missing", i screamed in a dream where i ever loved you.
i fear i will never get over it
SG Rose May 2014
Strike me as you would a match,
against the surfaces of your skin.
Not once, but many times
Until we catch fire.
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