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"charring" poems

I was floating in honey. The viscosity of the substance Made it so that, while I still needed to work To keep my head afloat, I had a little extra support. So I didn't have to do it alone. And it was good. But my temperature began to rise. I became too hot too fast, and, Because of my actions I started to destroy the beneficial parts That the honey needed to remain useful and healthy. So the honey reacted: Threw my melting self out of its jar. I tried to jump back in But the honey firmly ******* its lid back on, And my charring fists Fruitlessly pounded on the boundary The honey had erected. Then as my body and brain burned, The other honey jars disappeared- Distancing in acts of self-preservation. I knew how I could get my temperature Back to baseline. I just needed a little help So I could work to get back to my normal self. But my actions had pushed away what I needed. So I accepted the fate I had caused, And allowed my body to fall to ash.

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Nov 20, 2023

Nov 20, 2023 at 9:05 PM UTC

I was floating in honey. The viscosity of the substance Made it so that, while I still needed to work To keep my head afloat, I had a little extra support. So I didn't have to do it alone. And it was good. But my temperature began to rise. I became too hot too fast, and, Because of my actions I started to destroy the beneficial parts That the honey needed to remain useful and healthy. So the honey reacted: Threw my melting self out of its jar. I tried to jump back in But the honey firmly ******* its lid back on, And my charring fists Fruitlessly pounded on the boundary The honey had erected. Then as my body and brain burned, The other honey jars disappeared- Distancing in acts of self-preservation. I knew how I could get my temperature Back to baseline. I just needed a little help So I could work to get back to my normal self. But my actions had pushed away what I needed. So I accepted the fate I had caused, And allowed my body to fall to ash.

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.... summer heat pulsing in these veins searing and revolting emanating from the keyboard radiating within this hopeless romantic charring the barren heart but hope will suffice the summer heat in her eyes..

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May 17, 2014

May 17, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC

.... summer heat pulsing in these veins searing and revolting emanating from the keyboard radiating within this hopeless romantic charring the barren heart but hope will suffice the summer heat in her eyes..

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We're standing outside in a cold, blistered wind, for a quick pull of smoke and the chemicals within? A quick rush of joy, euphoric train wreck, a cure made illegal for a chemist's blank cheque. Plant matter burning, charring my lungs, an irritated throat and a cough soon to come. Pass it to a friend and beg them to be quick so I can burn my lungs again - let my blood run thick. Serotonin chained and forced to make me feel good, yet a non-addictive substance, apt misunderstood. Less harmful than tobacco, alcohol still worse, a sadly brainwashed nation where impression's pre-rehearsed. Generations plagued with loud misguided cries. They say it makes you stupid, another heartless lie. We'll strap a gas mask to a monkey, and force it THC. Forget about the oxygen... I wonder what we'll see? It seems their brain cells died - it has to be the drug! Government made a discovery? They ought to be less smug. But back to my friend, and I in the cold, forced to be hidden from long outdated scold. Celebrating beauties in the world that were forgotten, we're told it's overrated, like fine Egyptian cotton? I know from experience that this has to be divine: it could not exist if the sun could not shine. The wind has stopped blowing, the rain takes it's place, to feel divine beauty of liquid touching face. It is something natural, and comes from within, wow, I'm still standing in a cold blistered wind.

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May 20, 2012

May 20, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC

A Brainwashed Nation

We're standing outside in a cold, blistered wind, for a quick pull of smoke and the chemicals within? A quick rush of joy, euphoric train wreck, a cure made illegal for a chemist's blank cheque. Plant matter burning, charring my lungs, an irritated throat and a cough soon to come. Pass it to a friend and beg them to be quick so I can burn my lungs again - let my blood run thick. Serotonin chained and forced to make me feel good, yet a non-addictive substance, apt misunderstood. Less harmful than tobacco, alcohol still worse, a sadly brainwashed nation where impression's pre-rehearsed. Generations plagued with loud misguided cries. They say it makes you stupid, another heartless lie. We'll strap a gas mask to a monkey, and force it THC. Forget about the oxygen... I wonder what we'll see? It seems their brain cells died - it has to be the drug! Government made a discovery? They ought to be less smug. But back to my friend, and I in the cold, forced to be hidden from long outdated scold. Celebrating beauties in the world that were forgotten, we're told it's overrated, like fine Egyptian cotton? I know from experience that this has to be divine: it could not exist if the sun could not shine. The wind has stopped blowing, the rain takes it's place, to feel divine beauty of liquid touching face. It is something natural, and comes from within, wow, I'm still standing in a cold blistered wind.

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Cardinal sun rose blooming as the budding flower. Buddha chants in the chimes of birds ethereal caught in gradual hot wind, Darjeeling tea steam rises on tabletop my mind is waking over Indonesian morning. Foreign babel as hours draw even cacophony of hurricane horns the Denpasar traffic drumming chorus midst markets where radio emitting Li Zengguang dizi dizzily prancing into the assortments of spice and coiling fabrics patterns potent azure and golden royalty brass clatter caged noise boiling *** cries the Orient! Overgrowth spots the charring temples in majesty and abundance cradling the narrow Balinese streets while tropic palm and orchid spring swells the soils. Ardent sun sheaths eastern archipelagos, religious offerings canvas sidewalks incense burning in overwhelming bouquets of efflorescence smelling daedal tapestries within the paradise. Sun goes on setting the jewel easing underneath the horizon, butterflies sway in rest hearts on fire the ceremonies have finished. Thunder shrieks against the sea torrential rain firing on villa ceilings. My eyes set to sleep consciousness transitioning between two dreams.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

Cardinal sun rose blooming as the budding flower. Buddha chants in the chimes of birds ethereal caught in gradual hot wind, Darjeeling tea steam rises on tabletop my mind is waking over Indonesian morning. Foreign babel as hours draw even cacophony of hurricane horns the Denpasar traffic drumming chorus midst markets where radio emitting Li Zengguang dizi dizzily prancing into the assortments of spice and coiling fabrics patterns potent azure and golden royalty brass clatter caged noise boiling *** cries the Orient! Overgrowth spots the charring temples in majesty and abundance cradling the narrow Balinese streets while tropic palm and orchid spring swells the soils. Ardent sun sheaths eastern archipelagos, religious offerings canvas sidewalks incense burning in overwhelming bouquets of efflorescence smelling daedal tapestries within the paradise. Sun goes on setting the jewel easing underneath the horizon, butterflies sway in rest hearts on fire the ceremonies have finished. Thunder shrieks against the sea torrential rain firing on villa ceilings. My eyes set to sleep consciousness transitioning between two dreams.

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The house was filled with flames For over 20 years it was a blaze It stood on broken pillars and burnt floorboards Slowly different parts started charring. It started in the basement With cigarettes and lost hopes A child’s potential misplaced A parent drowning in smoke of his own creation And the house lost a child because he escaped We don’t know how bad his burns are Because he doesn’t come around to tell us. Then it jumped to the second story The flames only lit up one of the rooms Where 2 children lived One who started fighting And one who never stood a chance The first child who stayed close to the ground to avoid the smoke She took quick breaths to keep her lungs clean Who followed every rule about fire And fought the fire silently And the second Who tried to follow the rules But the house deemed it was never enough She choked but didn’t die And the two escaped With the first child carrying the second out Their burns are the deepest. And the fourth child The youngest child Who never stayed long And escaped at the youngest age And was always escaping when the smoke got to thick When her lungs hurt from yelling and breathing in the smoke But would come back for the 2 children Because she left them She left all of them She left the house But when she left, her burns were tended She stayed away from the flames because she was safe And her burns healed, but scarred Her scars are the lightest And she didn’t come back until it was almost burnt down And the flames couldn't get to her anymore And not a single burn remained in the house Because it was torn down. And a different family built it with better materials And a better foundation And the house of ash was gone But burns will always remain Because the adults who left pass them down And try to light fires in new houses But the children who left Will never pass down burns And eventually the flames will stop

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Oct 31, 2022

Oct 31, 2022 at 2:09 PM UTC

The house was filled with flames For over 20 years it was a blaze It stood on broken pillars and burnt floorboards Slowly different parts started charring. It started in the basement With cigarettes and lost hopes A child’s potential misplaced A parent drowning in smoke of his own creation And the house lost a child because he escaped We don’t know how bad his burns are Because he doesn’t come around to tell us. Then it jumped to the second story The flames only lit up one of the rooms Where 2 children lived One who started fighting And one who never stood a chance The first child who stayed close to the ground to avoid the smoke She took quick breaths to keep her lungs clean Who followed every rule about fire And fought the fire silently And the second Who tried to follow the rules But the house deemed it was never enough She choked but didn’t die And the two escaped With the first child carrying the second out Their burns are the deepest. And the fourth child The youngest child Who never stayed long And escaped at the youngest age And was always escaping when the smoke got to thick When her lungs hurt from yelling and breathing in the smoke But would come back for the 2 children Because she left them She left all of them She left the house But when she left, her burns were tended She stayed away from the flames because she was safe And her burns healed, but scarred Her scars are the lightest And she didn’t come back until it was almost burnt down And the flames couldn't get to her anymore And not a single burn remained in the house Because it was torn down. And a different family built it with better materials And a better foundation And the house of ash was gone But burns will always remain Because the adults who left pass them down And try to light fires in new houses But the children who left Will never pass down burns And eventually the flames will stop

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If only we could fly like those that tweet or hoot without aid of jet or parachute For I sure don't like wings that boom and roar just so they can take off and soar Ah, to fly without petrol, diesel or fuel Oh, to halt that taloned midair duel * Birds they don't pollute the air nor need they any airline fare So if only I too could rise and glide and let the wind be my sole guide I'd be happy to fly all the way to 'em' faraway stars if I was assured I'd risk no charring scars. Flying without aviation formalities I could be sightseeing many more cities Ah I so wish to fly just like a jay or jackdaw Then I'd fly across all and every border For I'd know nor follow no man-made law! If only we needed no darned immigration pass or visa We could have visited so many more touristy places Say even the spectacular and popular pyramids of Giza And we could have known different cultures and races Ah, a stylish photo next to the leaning tower of Pisa And return with exotica like a framed pic of the Mona Lisa

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC

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Jumbo jets vs jackdaws or jays

If only we could fly like those that tweet or hoot without aid of jet or parachute For I sure don't like wings that boom and roar just so they can take off and soar Ah, to fly without petrol, diesel or fuel Oh, to halt that taloned midair duel * Birds they don't pollute the air nor need they any airline fare So if only I too could rise and glide and let the wind be my sole guide I'd be happy to fly all the way to 'em' faraway stars if I was assured I'd risk no charring scars. Flying without aviation formalities I could be sightseeing many more cities Ah I so wish to fly just like a jay or jackdaw Then I'd fly across all and every border For I'd know nor follow no man-made law! If only we needed no darned immigration pass or visa We could have visited so many more touristy places Say even the spectacular and popular pyramids of Giza And we could have known different cultures and races Ah, a stylish photo next to the leaning tower of Pisa And return with exotica like a framed pic of the Mona Lisa

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The cretens slipping through the trees Nooses wound tight for the hangmans head The angels weep n **** their guns Fire charring the vocal strings of the innocent Comparing battle scars to shooting stars Its all in desperate wishing Desire for their fallen deeds Dragging steel shovels at their heels Claiming bragging rights for dead dreams Slow destruction of the spider webs A delicately demolished reality Those trapped at hells gates are singing sinfully.

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Oct 24, 2013

Oct 24, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC

Analogies for petty problems

The cretens slipping through the trees Nooses wound tight for the hangmans head The angels weep n **** their guns Fire charring the vocal strings of the innocent Comparing battle scars to shooting stars Its all in desperate wishing Desire for their fallen deeds Dragging steel shovels at their heels Claiming bragging rights for dead dreams Slow destruction of the spider webs A delicately demolished reality Those trapped at hells gates are singing sinfully.

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My Beloved Fire: Head full of kindling, heart's holding the light Ready to burn through the darkness of night. The furnace you fuel with passion and life, can spend awfully fast and quickly ignite the gasoline in your viens; charring bones, scalding flesh and Lord, that wax skin's already starting to drip. Oxygen properly feeds a flame. Don't forget to breathe.

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC

My Beloved Fire: Head full of kindling, heart's holding the light Ready to burn through the darkness of night. The furnace you fuel with passion and life, can spend awfully fast and quickly ignite the gasoline in your viens; charring bones, scalding flesh and Lord, that wax skin's already starting to drip. Oxygen properly feeds a flame. Don't forget to breathe.

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Outside, but not so far away, Missiles are falling; Early snow has settled Beneath gray overcast.... Sirens in the distance Send their low moan Across the miles... Echo faintly in our canyon. Too cold for lightning, We turn away from light Flickering or flashing Upon the bellied skies... Don't want to think About the thundering The light implies. Muffled sound and muted light Confirm our living Away from town. Perhaps we are Far enough.... These days, though, Places to run are few, And war is moving out. At least the news has stopped.... Was sporadic Then... Stopped altogether Now. Almost a relief.... The coal oil lamp - Her mother's mother's - Burns a reddish glow... Diesel's charring smudge... Comforts us In a growing dark. Roast potatoes, Rabbit stew, Pickled beets... No bread this time As I uncork chokecherry wine... And it is summer 1999.... We are standing in tall grass Somewhere between Red Lodge And Laurel along the road, Ice cream pails echoing With plopping chokecherries Near black and hanging thick Like miniature clusters of grapes. We are there to beat the birds and bears, Knowing choke-cherrying Is the hurried work of many races, Some wearing claws upon their heavy hands, Others flitting in with beaks upon their faces. And then the kitchen smells of cherries boiling down For syrups and for jam, The old ten gallon glass fermenting juice and sugar, Stands waiting in the corner, Later to be filtered off and corked away In twice-used bottles.... Other years and other picking times Lie bottled in wooden racks below, But we have chokecherry wine tonight, While storms we never thought we'd know Blow hard against the world.

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 7:08 AM UTC

Chokecherry Wine

Outside, but not so far away, Missiles are falling; Early snow has settled Beneath gray overcast.... Sirens in the distance Send their low moan Across the miles... Echo faintly in our canyon. Too cold for lightning, We turn away from light Flickering or flashing Upon the bellied skies... Don't want to think About the thundering The light implies. Muffled sound and muted light Confirm our living Away from town. Perhaps we are Far enough.... These days, though, Places to run are few, And war is moving out. At least the news has stopped.... Was sporadic Then... Stopped altogether Now. Almost a relief.... The coal oil lamp - Her mother's mother's - Burns a reddish glow... Diesel's charring smudge... Comforts us In a growing dark. Roast potatoes, Rabbit stew, Pickled beets... No bread this time As I uncork chokecherry wine... And it is summer 1999.... We are standing in tall grass Somewhere between Red Lodge And Laurel along the road, Ice cream pails echoing With plopping chokecherries Near black and hanging thick Like miniature clusters of grapes. We are there to beat the birds and bears, Knowing choke-cherrying Is the hurried work of many races, Some wearing claws upon their heavy hands, Others flitting in with beaks upon their faces. And then the kitchen smells of cherries boiling down For syrups and for jam, The old ten gallon glass fermenting juice and sugar, Stands waiting in the corner, Later to be filtered off and corked away In twice-used bottles.... Other years and other picking times Lie bottled in wooden racks below, But we have chokecherry wine tonight, While storms we never thought we'd know Blow hard against the world.

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. Take this, this poem with torn, tattered edges Stuff it in pockets of jeans faded blue Tell all the people who teeter on ledges Nothing is worse if you have not a clue Shatter this pen flowing ink made of fire Charring the castles where dragon wings fly Fanning the flames that a sad heart has started When every stanza now ends in goodbye Fracture the vase that once sat in the window Emerald green with a chardonnay shine Toss me the shards till you see I am bleeding Now have some cheesecake, a nice glass of wine Bury these dreams so they fade in the morning Hidden from sunlight and coated in dew Roll out the leaves in the cover of autumn Springtime for me is now long overdue

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC

Now have some cheesecake

. Take this, this poem with torn, tattered edges Stuff it in pockets of jeans faded blue Tell all the people who teeter on ledges Nothing is worse if you have not a clue Shatter this pen flowing ink made of fire Charring the castles where dragon wings fly Fanning the flames that a sad heart has started When every stanza now ends in goodbye Fracture the vase that once sat in the window Emerald green with a chardonnay shine Toss me the shards till you see I am bleeding Now have some cheesecake, a nice glass of wine Bury these dreams so they fade in the morning Hidden from sunlight and coated in dew Roll out the leaves in the cover of autumn Springtime for me is now long overdue

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Dragon Boy is on stage again, Roaring and crooning. His Claws clutch, scratch and scrape A hoard of glistening emotions. His slick-sharp canines gleam Between tight stretched lips; Choppy, halting motions sway His guitar-pent hips with the rhythm. Leather wings beating and straining Against the heavy wood stage - He's gonna fly away at this rate. He wrenches open iron jaws and Suppressed fire screams from his Throat, scorching his tongue, Licking and charring the mic. He'll take his usual tribute: untried, Untested ears ringing in needy delight. Then ache to his ancient diamond bones, Slither fatly from an unruly stage, And scuffle, sated, home.

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Sep 5, 2010

Sep 5, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC

Dragon Boy is on stage again, Roaring and crooning. His Claws clutch, scratch and scrape A hoard of glistening emotions. His slick-sharp canines gleam Between tight stretched lips; Choppy, halting motions sway His guitar-pent hips with the rhythm. Leather wings beating and straining Against the heavy wood stage - He's gonna fly away at this rate. He wrenches open iron jaws and Suppressed fire screams from his Throat, scorching his tongue, Licking and charring the mic. He'll take his usual tribute: untried, Untested ears ringing in needy delight. Then ache to his ancient diamond bones, Slither fatly from an unruly stage, And scuffle, sated, home.

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I've been searching for you at the bottom of cigarette cartons trying to remember if your touch was ever hot as the ashes falling from my fingertips I've been searching for you between the breaths charring my insides taking my time to wonder if the warmth between your thighs has faded.

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC

YOUR WHITE THIGHS

I've been searching for you at the bottom of cigarette cartons trying to remember if your touch was ever hot as the ashes falling from my fingertips I've been searching for you between the breaths charring my insides taking my time to wonder if the warmth between your thighs has faded.

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As time goes on humans adapt in many different ways as all living things do. We grow intellectually, emotionally, spiritually but more often than not fears, doubts, insecurities, envies run rampant in our expanding minds. Toxicity, too, develops rippling out, engulfing anyone near in a flame of hate charring them beyond recognition. Adapting, hand in hand with survival, dictates we raise walls barriers to protect ourselves if only to withstand even more punishment, then repeat the cycle. But the thirst for animosity has to be quenched, leading to rampant searches for more and more ways to hurt each other. A propensity for cruelness overrides any potential at reformation, reconciliation or any sort of repairing all the tethers that have eroded away with vigor.

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Jun 2, 2016

Jun 2, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC

As time goes on humans adapt in many different ways as all living things do. We grow intellectually, emotionally, spiritually but more often than not fears, doubts, insecurities, envies run rampant in our expanding minds. Toxicity, too, develops rippling out, engulfing anyone near in a flame of hate charring them beyond recognition. Adapting, hand in hand with survival, dictates we raise walls barriers to protect ourselves if only to withstand even more punishment, then repeat the cycle. But the thirst for animosity has to be quenched, leading to rampant searches for more and more ways to hurt each other. A propensity for cruelness overrides any potential at reformation, reconciliation or any sort of repairing all the tethers that have eroded away with vigor.

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a whisper— it creeps through my extremities, & it persists: even when my fatherforgivemeforIhavesinned is clutched nearby, like a slowburningcinder that chisels at the arches of my feet, & simmers in my lockedup[treasure]chest, it tells me: *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,mylove, giveintotheembersandburstintoflames.”* [& these wrists, they ache, with a promise they once held for me— justopenthechestandyouwillbesetfree] — & I hate to be the bearerofbadnews but, you are a part of it, as well, my l.ong o.verdue v.icissitudinous e.scape, & in your lapse of silence, you whisper, too. *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,myfriend, giveintotheembersofyourheartache andsquelchouttheselickingflames.”* — & as the forest is left to its smolders & as the smoke begins to clear, I lie awake in the lulling hours of the morning, inspecting the charring on my heartstrings & the scorched remnants of my exhausted energies, waiting for healing to awaken among the first few raindropsofremembers & sprigsofspring, [itrustyou,itrustyou,itrustyou] only to be engulfed in the rhythm of your illumination again, for my leaves are dry & the winds are strong, & the hypnosis of your glow is too seductive to disregard.

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Sep 28, 2012

Sep 28, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC

my anxious smoldering heart.

a whisper— it creeps through my extremities, & it persists: even when my fatherforgivemeforIhavesinned is clutched nearby, like a slowburningcinder that chisels at the arches of my feet, & simmers in my lockedup[treasure]chest, it tells me: *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,mylove, giveintotheembersandburstintoflames.”* [& these wrists, they ache, with a promise they once held for me— justopenthechestandyouwillbesetfree] — & I hate to be the bearerofbadnews but, you are a part of it, as well, my l.ong o.verdue v.icissitudinous e.scape, & in your lapse of silence, you whisper, too. *“iwonderwhenyouwilljustgivein,myfriend, giveintotheembersofyourheartache andsquelchouttheselickingflames.”* — & as the forest is left to its smolders & as the smoke begins to clear, I lie awake in the lulling hours of the morning, inspecting the charring on my heartstrings & the scorched remnants of my exhausted energies, waiting for healing to awaken among the first few raindropsofremembers & sprigsofspring, [itrustyou,itrustyou,itrustyou] only to be engulfed in the rhythm of your illumination again, for my leaves are dry & the winds are strong, & the hypnosis of your glow is too seductive to disregard.

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I am a forest I am lively and wholesome Organic and pure I am a home for the abandoned I provide for those who need I am a giver Who is never thanked My floor is always walked on My branches always cut My resources taken advantage of I am a necessity for the ungrateful A savior for those who don't care You are fire Burning down everything in your wake Charring my wood and Turning me to ash You are a destroyer of all things good You singe and you melt You arise from a spark Come in uninvited Sensing weakness You travel fast You leave too quick But with every forest fire Life begins anew A clear slate From which we can start all over again

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Apr 16, 2017

Apr 16, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC

I am a forest I am lively and wholesome Organic and pure I am a home for the abandoned I provide for those who need I am a giver Who is never thanked My floor is always walked on My branches always cut My resources taken advantage of I am a necessity for the ungrateful A savior for those who don't care You are fire Burning down everything in your wake Charring my wood and Turning me to ash You are a destroyer of all things good You singe and you melt You arise from a spark Come in uninvited Sensing weakness You travel fast You leave too quick But with every forest fire Life begins anew A clear slate From which we can start all over again

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The moon is a charring ember Dying into the dark; Off in the crouching mountains Coyotes bark. The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold — What if they fell and shattered The earth with gold? No lights are over the mesa, The wind is hard and wild, I stand at the darkened window And cry like a child.

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Night In Arizona

The moon is a charring ember Dying into the dark; Off in the crouching mountains Coyotes bark. The stars are heavy in heaven, Too great for the sky to hold — What if they fell and shattered The earth with gold? No lights are over the mesa, The wind is hard and wild, I stand at the darkened window And cry like a child.

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Carpals, knees, elbows scuffed. Cement carpet freshly sears the fabric then cuts, but a bruise silhouettes the tear: start Saturday raw, soon swells a red ruby gulp charring to black coal. By Monday it slips into a nebula of purple constellations, a drink of red still remaining. You'll wish it never faded – a jaundice dulling swims palely like the fated colour of that new bike.

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Jan 16, 2014

Jan 16, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC

Carpals, knees, elbows scuffed. Cement carpet freshly sears the fabric then cuts, but a bruise silhouettes the tear: start Saturday raw, soon swells a red ruby gulp charring to black coal. By Monday it slips into a nebula of purple constellations, a drink of red still remaining. You'll wish it never faded – a jaundice dulling swims palely like the fated colour of that new bike.

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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

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Jan 29, 2019

Jan 29, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC

Our Smoking "Love"

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

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The height of summer days become the hot embracing during passionate love making it's hard to breathe torso behaves like pancake tossing and turning on the mattress body is a fire spitting dragon roasting every corner of the bed or the grill if you will mosquitoes are lions on the savanna lying in wait by the river so many spots to start cravings dragged toward the abyss to drink in the sweetened coolness birds in the tree screaming from the heat leaves curled up and blinded in fear the earth is a fresh bun in the steamer flowers faint left and right amidst smell of charring the sun laughs loudly sending chills down some spines when i see a lake i wanna dive in i don't care about the gossip or the hazard at the deepest I'm a cheater that's been cheating beyond the worldly paradigm tears of rain are swirling in the sky the winds hide on the other side everyone in torment expecting plenty of sweating and swearing all kinds of fans waving and spinning.

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Jun 1, 2023

Jun 1, 2023 at 7:24 AM UTC

The height of summer days become the hot embracing during passionate love making it's hard to breathe torso behaves like pancake tossing and turning on the mattress body is a fire spitting dragon roasting every corner of the bed or the grill if you will mosquitoes are lions on the savanna lying in wait by the river so many spots to start cravings dragged toward the abyss to drink in the sweetened coolness birds in the tree screaming from the heat leaves curled up and blinded in fear the earth is a fresh bun in the steamer flowers faint left and right amidst smell of charring the sun laughs loudly sending chills down some spines when i see a lake i wanna dive in i don't care about the gossip or the hazard at the deepest I'm a cheater that's been cheating beyond the worldly paradigm tears of rain are swirling in the sky the winds hide on the other side everyone in torment expecting plenty of sweating and swearing all kinds of fans waving and spinning.

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I stood on the pill gray surface of a moon with my eyes closed against the pitch. Deafening silence encaptulates me swallowing every cell as I sit cross legged in the stomach of it. I felt her. The pump of her heartbeat colossal in the deep. I dissolve and recoagulate 20 trillion kilometers from her belly. White dwarf her ultraviolet laughter washes over me charring me black. Just beyond the speed of light I fight the cold vacuum spiraling through fathomless rings of planet sized asteroids she has caught within her gravity. I accelerate through her categorizing every element naming some as I go. Her molten core flows pure silver. Radioactive, attractive in totality, she is stealing my electrons and I'm losing all equilibrium. With reckless abandon I arc through her nitrogen ice eyelashes and lips play supernova melting me again into a pool of shimmering metal reflecting her every facet fractaling in infinitum Eye couldn't capture unable to dilate in time. The mind could not comprehend it driving to madness decompressing time. Switching polarity with her smile I float awhile in her warmth basking in total integration. Resting on the glaciers of her clavicles. I run my lips on the molten surface of her neck, and my hands found the small of her back marble smooth in the bitter black. Hair of plasma on obsidian shoulders cradling me as I reform. Her finger like Olympus Mans presses into my arm and she says something that I could not reproduce even after infinities of calculation. In this brand new mode she runs like code. Strands of proteins or DNA playing over mine becoming prime. The restorative gravity that brought us pulls atomicly until we are not.

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Mar 1, 2016

Mar 1, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC

Lupus and the Pendulum

I stood on the pill gray surface of a moon with my eyes closed against the pitch. Deafening silence encaptulates me swallowing every cell as I sit cross legged in the stomach of it. I felt her. The pump of her heartbeat colossal in the deep. I dissolve and recoagulate 20 trillion kilometers from her belly. White dwarf her ultraviolet laughter washes over me charring me black. Just beyond the speed of light I fight the cold vacuum spiraling through fathomless rings of planet sized asteroids she has caught within her gravity. I accelerate through her categorizing every element naming some as I go. Her molten core flows pure silver. Radioactive, attractive in totality, she is stealing my electrons and I'm losing all equilibrium. With reckless abandon I arc through her nitrogen ice eyelashes and lips play supernova melting me again into a pool of shimmering metal reflecting her every facet fractaling in infinitum Eye couldn't capture unable to dilate in time. The mind could not comprehend it driving to madness decompressing time. Switching polarity with her smile I float awhile in her warmth basking in total integration. Resting on the glaciers of her clavicles. I run my lips on the molten surface of her neck, and my hands found the small of her back marble smooth in the bitter black. Hair of plasma on obsidian shoulders cradling me as I reform. Her finger like Olympus Mans presses into my arm and she says something that I could not reproduce even after infinities of calculation. In this brand new mode she runs like code. Strands of proteins or DNA playing over mine becoming prime. The restorative gravity that brought us pulls atomicly until we are not.

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You set fire to my soul When I thought I was lost Brightened my whole world Warmed every square inch Of my ice block heart You thawed me inside out Put a light in my eyes The sparkle I thought I lost Then burned the whole thing Threw it in the flames They destroyed me I went up in flames Charring my once thawed heart Burning it to a crisp Unsalvageable You lit a match and Dropped it in the gasoline Igniting everything Like the pyromaniac you are

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC

You set fire to my soul When I thought I was lost Brightened my whole world Warmed every square inch Of my ice block heart You thawed me inside out Put a light in my eyes The sparkle I thought I lost Then burned the whole thing Threw it in the flames They destroyed me I went up in flames Charring my once thawed heart Burning it to a crisp Unsalvageable You lit a match and Dropped it in the gasoline Igniting everything Like the pyromaniac you are

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Dream world in an alternate ground reality where the black trees are shadows lurking and waiting to consume the firefly light illuminating my blood like radioactive sludge pulsing loving breathing I want the transcendent mauve sky to drown me until I am nothing more than the ideals of humanity murmuring of the metal birds and mammals humming harmoniously with the beat of my ears I am not awake I have been here before somewhere in a past life I can feel it rattling in my bones another radio frequency is found tomorrow will not come because everything is here and now this moment expands as far as the eye can see and then some firewood burning inside my eyes charring my iris until the blue turns to orange and the icy barren air fills my lungs I am a wasteland

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC

Dream world in an alternate ground reality where the black trees are shadows lurking and waiting to consume the firefly light illuminating my blood like radioactive sludge pulsing loving breathing I want the transcendent mauve sky to drown me until I am nothing more than the ideals of humanity murmuring of the metal birds and mammals humming harmoniously with the beat of my ears I am not awake I have been here before somewhere in a past life I can feel it rattling in my bones another radio frequency is found tomorrow will not come because everything is here and now this moment expands as far as the eye can see and then some firewood burning inside my eyes charring my iris until the blue turns to orange and the icy barren air fills my lungs I am a wasteland

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Herein lies catacombs of ages past Where sanguine spread from the lashed spine And coated echoing halls of their superior peer Below the shredding tempers of a desert wind. Omnipotent fires of archaic Gods Charring the souls of petty architects Slaved under their jeweled prophets Were not the scribe's footnotes of time.

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Aug 30, 2015

Aug 30, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC

Herein lies catacombs of ages past Where sanguine spread from the lashed spine And coated echoing halls of their superior peer Below the shredding tempers of a desert wind. Omnipotent fires of archaic Gods Charring the souls of petty architects Slaved under their jeweled prophets Were not the scribe's footnotes of time.

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Walk without charring your soul On approaching apparitions Their chilling resonance Will shake the present existence

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Jan 16, 2014

Jan 16, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC

tunnel apparitions

Walk without charring your soul On approaching apparitions Their chilling resonance Will shake the present existence

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fire burns slowly it feeds on the dead red hot flames coaxing strength into ash it used to burn through me charring pale white skin with its all-consuming hunger forcing blood to pump through my veins forcing blood to drip down my legs it is my own fire that scarred me so beautifully it clenched my teeth and wrenched my eyes wide open red-flickering across the the smooth surface of blue green eyes until the needle pierced me and fed the ocean to my veins freezing deep blue flood extinguishing the searing hot that once forced me to live the water drips into my lungs killing all the smoke I stored there then it rushes in too quickly all that's left is ice crystallized behind a glaze of blue green ever shifting eyes where passion once burned bright brutally murdered by the crash of smothering waves infinitely taller than my will power disguised as good intentions

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Oct 20, 2014

Oct 20, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC

kennedy-cosette

fire burns slowly it feeds on the dead red hot flames coaxing strength into ash it used to burn through me charring pale white skin with its all-consuming hunger forcing blood to pump through my veins forcing blood to drip down my legs it is my own fire that scarred me so beautifully it clenched my teeth and wrenched my eyes wide open red-flickering across the the smooth surface of blue green eyes until the needle pierced me and fed the ocean to my veins freezing deep blue flood extinguishing the searing hot that once forced me to live the water drips into my lungs killing all the smoke I stored there then it rushes in too quickly all that's left is ice crystallized behind a glaze of blue green ever shifting eyes where passion once burned bright brutally murdered by the crash of smothering waves infinitely taller than my will power disguised as good intentions

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