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Trev Fisher Jan 2020
I found her at the base of trees,
on the sunny side along a breeze
at the end of sunsets golden time
this playful firebug flew beside

then landed on these time worn hands
pulsing and so bright,
fearlessly she rested
and in my palms remained alight

She's made of air and I of earth
and yet together we were merged
and in this silent, sacred place
we slipped the chains of time and space

Her light sank right into my skin
filling up these veins
as under Luna's influence
we talked about the rain

we'd weathered many growling storms
and I said as she was going
it is not your glow that I love so
it's that you are still glowing.

I'll light a candle for you firebug
every anniversary
of the moon blessed and enchanted night
you came to visit me

your light sank deep into my skin
my fearless bright explorer
the sky without your playful light
feels once more like a corner

oh my little firebug
you flew so near and lit
a light so strong and pretty
what am I without it?
This is about a love I recently had to let go, I fell in love with my best friend and my muse, but it seems that I might have destroyed the friendship.
At some point,
I think everyone
dreams of fire

to burn bridges
down, tumbling
rubble, metal
melting back into
lava

you could start again,
then, It would be
easy enough

I’m not saying
that I like to
watch the skins
of structures peel

but who doesn't
look at a burning
building and feel
something more
than fear

something more
than loss

something more like
hope

and excitement

a racing heart
that soars above
the sirens

and sends
voices, through
pulses, into your
ear

you could run into
that, you know

you could pull
someone out

save something

you could make it
beautiful
avalon Nov 2017
i know what this is,
this is madness,
this is craving for a touch, for the
self-destructive nature
of his clutch, these are
soulmates who only
want it rough,
these are kisses
and we never get enough:
these are chances
and we only get them once.
Jester Jul 2020
I have aggression inside me.

Have you ever wanted to watch the world burn?
I mean really burn, not some small cinders, but a real bonfire.

I'm sick of being sick, I'm tired of being tired and I'm tired of being so ******* passive.

Six months into 2020 and here are some highlights

Remember when Australia was on fire?
****** hornets?
The Russian Oil Spill in the Arctic
Several cases of police brutality resulting in murders
The Hong Kong protests both volumes
Now ******* squirrels have been found in Colorado with the Bubonic Plague.
Another strain of Swine flu was found in China that was transmutable to humans and contained traces of the former swine flu
covid-19
The covid-19 protests.
Floods in February
Part of the United States is undergoing a record heat wave
Parts of India and Africa had to deal with record swarms of locusts
The second we stopped the lockdown in the states we went right back to mass shooting
Donald Trump
Do I need to go on?

I'm tired of this high road passive nonsense.    

I know violence isn't the answer but do you want makes the lions, tigers, apes, hog and antelope gather together?

Fire.

If the conservatives, liberals, Christians, Muslims, Pagans and Satanists, Vegans and Carnivores, Karens, Kens, If the right and the left can't meet in the middle, **** em.

Let it burn.

Why do you always have to stick your nose in other people's business?

The boys shouldn't be so proud and admit that they're western fascism, ANTIFA need to become organized so they can control their message.

If they can't, **** em.

Let it burn.

I want fires as high as Heaven, I want Roger Stone behind bars and serving his full sentence and I want the names that Epstein and Maxwell have, and she better not commit death by cop.

I want people to wake up and understand we're ******* ourselves up and proving why we're the worst species.

Otherwise, Let it burn.

I'll strike the match, I'll pour the gasoline, I'll start the fire because if that will bring us together, at least we'll be united on something.

Anger is an energy and right now I'm feeling like Chernobyl at 1:22 am.

I want fire, I want ash to rain from the sky and black out the blue, give me constituency or give me the torch, you want an eternal flame? I'll let it burn for the Gods.

I have this anger in my heart, I have to act like this is all ok, because if I don't, if I voice this **** I come off as the crazy one.

Fine by me, if you want me to crazy at least call me an arsonist.

Burn baby burn, Your systems are weak, your tiktoking your life away, you're reading too many faces and it's not even a good book you chose to reread, this is the worst high school reunion disaster movie you can think of.

At this point I'm walking the line of "******* all" and "I want to see you saved"

I'm feeling like G.G. Allin and Jesus Christ had a son.

When this place burns to the ground and you're left walking through the smolders and remains don't come crying to me because I''ve done all my crying and now I just want to watch your punk *** burn.

I want to explode, I want to detonate.

Blow this joint sky high and say "******* that was fun and thanks for the memories"

I'm walking the line of classically happy and cynically depressed.
You people have exhausted me, the anti- vaxers who'd rather listen to their hearts and highschool minds compared to experts in the field, You'd rather listen to "Dave, some 52 year old neighbor" as opposed to the CDC because you don't trust them, yet you have a social media page where you bleed your heart out?

Makes sense right? You're as dense as these flat earth *****, I'd love to see you be tossed on the pile.

Hurting public discourse? Take the guillotine or bonfire, it doesn't matter to me, you're hurting the majority and further hindering the minority, add some fuel to the fire and contribute you oxygen stealing gene pool mistake.

I dream of fire, I dream of smoke, I dream of ash, cinder, smolder and choke.

Let'***** the restart button, hell is freezing over anyway but hey, global warming is a myth right?

Again, I'm not so proud of you boys, let the women make their minds up about their bodies and roles in the work force and home.

Strike a match, sing a song and get low because like 1984 the firemen and we're not just burning Milo books.

So here I end my anger, because I've gassed myself out but I'm sure tomorrow the tank will be full again, after all anger is an energy and thanks to this ******* I have a seemingly unlimited supply.
avalon Aug 2017
desire burns but what are we without it
We are defined by many things in our lives.
  You're a good son. A great older brother.
  An eagle scout and crazy *** metal guitarist.
  A firebug and science nerd and my friend.

  I know cancer is devastating and destroys.
  Loved ones are targets for despair's anger.
  You can't control your ending. Life or death.
  Your victory is remaining you. Michael.
At some point,
I think everyone
dreams of fire

to burn bridges
down, tumbling
rubble, metal
melting back into
lava

you could start again,
then, It would be
easy enough

I’m not saying
that I like to
watch the skins
of structures peel

but who doesn't
look at a burning
building and feel
something more
than fear

something more
than loss

something more like
hope

and excitement

a racing heart
that soars above
the sirens

and sends
voices, through
pulses, into your
ear

you could run into
that, you know

you could pull
someone out

save something

you could make it
beautiful

Hers the stillness of stone
Patient and deathless and cold
Hers the anger of sun
Scorching and decimating and endless
Hers the patience of forest
Timeless and choking and vast
Iquili pulls the moon from the sky
Cups it in her palm like a firebug
Whispers into it her many secrets
And the names of forgotten gods
Iquili crushes the moon to dust between her fingers
Casts it to the wind
Watches the fragments float into sky
To become new stars
Unyielding and burning amongst a black ruin
Iquili screams into the dead night
Vomits a new moon into the dark,
Grinning and covered in blood
Hers the Power of nothing
Hers the Power of all
Hers to make and bend and break the world
Hers to ruin
Hers to raze
Ray Irvine Jan 2020
Oh Mother Earth-Heart, a prose of Love, I simply cannot silence,
For Affairs of Heart do Truly start in Love no Solid Guidance.
You move unseen, Betwixt between, adorning All who Dances.
I'm Overdrawn, my heart is worn to endeavour these Finances.
Rising realms and Planes avail, I sometimes trip my feet,
Cast out of Sphere my Worlds right here, It is then I hear Thou speak.
Floods my Akashic, takes Cathartic to equate your countered cries,
And Oh My, those Angels fly in and out of Yonder Skies.

"Dear Ray! My All One truly beckons, for You were Born on Wings!"
Oh, Blessings flower, and now every Hour I deftly hear you sing.

"Then listen to my Avatar call! You rarely do ignore!"
Well yes ingress, for I know less than you who's wanting more.

"I've served you Realm at Sailor's Helm, and still you're all quite Contrary!
Well I'd agree with most of that, it's my Owl and my Canary.

"You Savoured Love, it's Meaning Felt, My Earth-Heart was All With You"
Well thanks again oh Noble Lady, our Hearts are now in situ.

"You Will Grow some More, Adore What Plans I Have in Store for You..."
Well give us a Shout when you Let It Out, there's Snooker on Beeb2.

"You've Ascended Well, Praise Where it's Due, Excuse Recent Bombardment"
Oh I'll take a chance with Cosmic dance, it's fine from my apartment.

"We Love your Prose it's Heaven s(c)ent, and the Gods say You've Done Swimmingly"
Only few know where I go, with you and what you mean t'me.

"Cut some slack and listen back, that Owl had Nasty Habit."
Well **** Whoopi Goldberg, my Tawny howled, with me when we did grab it!

"Don't get Confused from being Used, that Handler's Firebug"
Oh Im all fused, his punches Bruised... bigger the Handler Bigger the Mug.

"Then Ease Your Mind my Angel Kind, I'll Fire Thee Level Atmic."
Cheers ***, you've Become my Lover in my Mind's Attic.

"Just remember Celestials are Powerful Beyond Measure"
I'll Take Onboard and Most Certainly Horde all your Earth-Heart Treasure.

"And lastly Ray, May I Truly say, my Love for you Eternal"
Back at ya Lass, I'm a Soldier that you can call your Kernel
We are defined by many things in our lives.
  You're a good son. A great older brother.
  An eagle scout and crazy *** metal guitarist.
  A firebug and science nerd and my friend.

  I know cancer is devastating and destroys.
  Loved ones collateral damage of your despair.
  You can't control your cancer. Life or death.
  Your victory is remaining Michael.
5 years cancer free! Still Mike!
Acme Jan 2020
We are defined by many things in our lives.
  You're a good son. A great older brother.
  An eagle scout and crazy *** metal guitarist.
  A firebug and science nerd and my friend.

  I know cancer is devastating and destroys.
  Loved ones collateral damage of loose anger.
  You can't control your cancer. Life or death.
  Your victory is remaining Michael.

— The End —