"conflagrant" poems
Let me start by saying goodbye.
As to every moment you draw
near me, a sporadic mystical
event, left me in overawe of
you and your conflagrant hue
as you trail across me, I see
how glorious you ought to be;
how a great voyage you are on
and how I am of other kind, not
of your own; how we were never
to collide, nor a glimpse of me
in your memory 'twas never to
provide a hunch of who I am
Perhaps, this is how it should be
For a moon has her sun
and a comet has his journey
And the moon is to eclipse with her sun
and the comet has to go with his journey
Thus, I shall cut this heartstring,
and swim out of this drowning
sea of dreams and delusions
and breath the reality back in
Yet I will forever and always be,
an admirer of your beauty; and
maybe, in another time, you
might catch a glimpse of me
covered in blanket of darkness,
accompanied by myriad stars,
You will see me, I know you will
But you will never recognize me
for and with my eternal mediocrity
And I will end by saying hello.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:08 AM UTC
heart confused with head
body with soul
lead by carnal need, wanton abandon
and primal desire
to be pulled so strongly cannot be denied
'tis not the excitement of the unknown or forbidden
'tis a ravenous feast that awaits, neigh pulls
against all that is believed
there is no rhyme or reason
logic fails
still, bodies giving in at the very thought
hearts abandoned left behind
there is nothing but the flames
prepared to consume all in its path
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
I will never be you
Yes you, with that crowd around you
Your life's blooper reel .. now my fantasy
When you **** they exclaim "How fragrant!"
Because you're "hot", definition: conflagrant
Your smiles turn no's into nods
Your eyes a puppy dog's competition
Your Facebook friend count: 3000
As I stalk you, green, astounded
For you were the me that now I'll never be
Because I decided that life's worth being real
Fake is a tongue best unspoken
Fair weather friendships, never unbroken
Like a celebrity spiraling into oblivion
Ms. Popular is now the chameleon
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
I no longer know what to write
How to express my distress
Because it does not exist
persist
Happiness has clouded the literary aperture
And my words flounder
Flailing to find meaning
Despair's volubility
imparted a certain variegated flourish to my poetry
Pleasure leaves me maundering stoically
I fear I fear the doubt in sedulous reflection
Blissful ignorance pervades conflagrant dissection
Love life happiness
Temporary distractions
The aperture will soon be clear
Life's down's have silver linings
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
unfeigned love letters
conflagrant desires
newfound treasures
affection beyond measures
indestructible barriers
fearful fighters
"we should have done better"s
star-crossed lovers
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC
what death screeching and incomparable will possess our feral skies bursting fissured eyes in stygian oceans of sound
what hell pharaonic and incestuous will enwomb us pyrophorically screeching into the crepuscular welkin
plutus' now plutonian name is laid out before us in the amaranthine caverns of a conflagrant mind
a resignation to wallow in the acrimonious sea of the harsh torrent of life perpetually thrashing in retrogression through the stinging rain
as shadows splatter in atramentous mirth gaily dancing in the shimmering waters of a decrepit planet poisoning itself
an oasis of debauchery grotesque agony crying through its darkened halls that screams out for liberty
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
I give up the ghost to new surrender
Give in to the last dying ember
And let the flames exquisite burn
And on every living creature turn
Let the serpent, heated, grow
Let it feast and reap and sow
And watch it eat up every soul
And watch it break down every home
I give up the ghost to new surrender
I give in to the last dying ember
And watch it char to quench its thirst
And watch the world turn to its worst
To see the sphere conflagrant nigh
To let the fuel of fire fry
Is to see the tide of battle turn
To watch flames die as they burn
Dec 17, 2011
Dec 17, 2011 at 6:18 AM UTC
When I am happy,
I am brighter than the most radiant light,
My mind a conflagrant forest;
a blinding light devours wrong and right,
making me believe, unlike Icarus,
the sun could not burn my wings;
she could never shun my deliverance.
When I am sad,
I sit stuck on things once had,
I am blinded by a radiant light,
so I retreat,
to a jet black night;
The sun a lion,
my soul it's meat,
the sun is glutton,
yet he does not eat
When I am happy,
my mind is hot as stars,
and my darkness lies home trapped,
behind honeycomb bars.
Unthreatened by my demons,
with their black suits and white cigars
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 6:23 PM UTC
**“Would’ve I ever seen such fraudulent impasse?
I cringe; and question thee, herein.”**
Maybe in another world,
And time or perhaps when suns be cold;
When we’d again strum a chord
at once; twice probably if you would?
When we’d stay and tread so close
along; with the ever present glimpses,
In between and I’d wish;
And I wish that it rains,
that it blows,
that it seeks,
And I wish the stars fall too;
Glazing upon dawn’s garnish,
Th’path ere one fine morrow:
The sunset passé sky where they belong;
Ages of flattery in words along,
Praises upon chansonettes,
Grace woven; as spoken in clique,
sly humming veils’n smooth seething silk!
Soft, slithery, (sappily) feverishly-
uncouthly adamant; yet so verily
unruly in manners: timely swerves;
Quizzically feasible; unrightly cryptic,
Always; an ineffable coherence.
At what sight;
And I asked, “what might?”
Fearing when it opens.
(I fear what’s behind when it’s closed.)
The constant rippling of consciousness,
Of brandless catharsis:
**“An ever conflagrant condescension
upon one’s thought, insistent.”**
And indulge me so; kindly,
To where it would stop:
Unto what such flattery
would entail?
**“And never would I have ever thought,
that you’d enjoy such silent company.”**
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC