"firestarter" poems
it's the way
you look
at me
that ignites
a fire
so intense
it could burn
an entire
empire
҉
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
herman harding showed me his truck today
in the muggy high school parking lot
in the sweltering sun
that could easily set my still temperament ablaze.
"she calls it the **** wagon."
he told me.
"she calls mine the firestarter."
i told him; he gave me a look.
"surprised?" i asked.
"so what do you think?"
"it's a battered wife."
"what the hell does that mean?"
"all bruised and broken down,
probably only runs because
you give it gas."
"it's a hand-me-down, okay?
so am i giving you a ride home,
or what?"
i crawled in the **** wagon.
"i should be getting my license soon."
"that's nice."
herman seemed uneasy.
"yep, i'll be driving by next school year."
"that's nice."
the truck had green seats
and a yellow dashboard.
obviously replaced.
approaching the highway,
i opened the glove compartment-
insurance information.
"you're telling me you bought insurance
for this piece of ****
"why should you care?"
"i'm just wondering,
seems like a waste of money."
almost home,
i flip down the sun visor-
down flutter a couple of pictures of her
that shouldn't have been taken.
i flip the sun visor back up,
take a look at the photos,
and deposit them in the glovebox.
"tell me, herman:
do you like getting hand-me-downs?"
"get out of the truck."
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 1:17 PM UTC
firestarter and match,
pitching endlessly to become more
smoke, then intense crimson flames,
aglow in my heart.
brick and stone edifices form a
fortress around abodes
leaving habitats adrift
and alone
(I DON'T GIVE A **** ABOUT MY PHONE)
passing and switching faces -- an
entourage that follows but yet
the girl is alone.
alas, fire ablaze, uncontrollable but
sometimes tame
marking the forest trail and
spreading the damage, sprout and then destroy
like a fiery divine being
destruction of the old path and
a clean sweep of the
trees that once seemed so formidable
the flame spreads with a staunch
persistence, to maybe prove that
yeah, the water is weaker
like a conquistador who
pillages countries leaving them
penniless
the flame continues
no concern about the consequence or
destruction, set on being set and
ever aglow, what puts the fierce fire
out anyways?
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
And before I extended my claws onto your hearth,
I dwelled within a secret passion: I brushed up on sneaking and marking the spot for my next apocalyptic arson
And yet I could never spout the rage that fuels my husk of a being onto your haven
Your abode stinks;
The reek of naïve youth and ***** lust at night
And yet I could never expunge the puny shred of mercy embedded on my aortic psyche
You win this round
For now,
my claws will try to cut the life you absorb from the air that pervades your hearth
Before they turn to fingers, before my wrath subsides in mortal disbelief of its own vulnerable
humanity
I shall incite fresh fear and death inspired odes within me once again

And on a fateful humid night,
I shall let myself perspire at the sight of infant wreckage burning with fervor and life
Your abode in flames of red and azure
And if you burn,
Apologies.
I merely hope your ashes will spark the flame bright for at least a little while
Ahh...such sweltering warmth
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Fire Watcher.
Spark Guarder.
You smell of ash and the past.
Yea, burning your brother's shirt on the side of the street.
Stamping the spare sparks away with the soles of your feet.
Doesn't it hurt?
Sending souls beyond into the mist?
Turning the flesh into Flagships adrift?
Burning to be with the burnt.
Returning the souls to the earth.
Watching tiny flames ride skeletal monorails to work,
wearing a brother's shirt,
clutching father's overcoat...
fan, release, stoke.
When we become tinder, Fire Watcher guides the cinders.
Tender eyes and mute mouth.
Ember skies and waking owls.
The wolf is allowed to howl again.
Spark Guarder waits for it all to go out.
Forgiveness in flame.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
you should know by now
that every question
is loaded
and every flame
is lit by lies
I'm standing in the dark
and I think I like it here
where the reality is reduced to ashes
but the memory burns bright as ever
you should know by now
that every answer is a spark
and I
am simply melting to pieces
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 9:09 PM UTC
I need to cool off my flame cause it might burn some people and I don't need to be a firestarter
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
Though reading horror stories (macabre),
an only every now and again
genre crazy wave
washing over me like
a killer tsunami,
(subsequently fueling
desperation) to save
thine scrawny ****
(a derriere laughing stock,
and hence cheeky of me to rave),
those rare occasions satiated, when
hung over insomnia heavily bulging,
rheumy myopic blood shot eyes
nonetheless lock into
critical opening sentence determining,
whether adroit kingly author
nimbly setting the stage and pave
ving what thenceforth, pro
misses tubby a cell out ace
in the hole captive audience
(me, this apt pupil), doth brace
himself (by all counts once
a bad little kid) deserving, well...now...
just a bag of bones,
who fiendishly cackles
when leaning in (Sheryl Sandberg like),
whereat after opening sentence, an instantaneous
possessive gnarly hand
forcibly grabs my attention
presaging and frightening
yours truly (juiced in case
ye did not know),
where within the bazaar
of bad dreams epic,
which seems like forever,
when I finally erase
and exorcise the bogeyman who,
masterfully, immediately,
dramatically got woven
lady chattery teeth and all
withering wicked warp and woof
establishing (proof positive),
an excellently crafted
Chiral Mad heavily shades
of night are falling
gussying haunting place,
where the color of evil permeates
every cerebral space
with darkness, said
sub rosa prime evil punctuates
the mind this dream catcher,
whence after four past midnight
the reaper's image appears
sending adrenaline rush,
viz flight or fight blind
did, when firestarter alarm didst grind
passage of time manifesting dark forces
blaze zing atavistic fear itself lined
up battleground formation
from the borderlands of my mind
this even before turning
the first page where the eyes
of drag'n my afterlife shined!
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
soft glow
burning
burning
burning low
you – master
fire starter
blowing
coaxing
rousing to life
the forgotten inferno
of me, My, MINE
the releasing of light
shine
shine
shine
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
stinking rag piles
human effluent
with no
sewer to
sanitise.
I am the purge.
pocket of
gasoline
a spark in
the night.
screams call the victory
of
sweet vapours
over
living ****
I breathe it in,
off my fingers,
as I leave.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 1:27 PM UTC
I am the mountain man.
I am the shifting sands.
I am the laughter through gritted teeth,
I am the squint of concentration,
I am the missing piece and the stone that won't roll.
I am the Zeit Ghost.
I am the Underwerewolf.
I am the Pseudonami.
I am not what you say I am, until I say: "I Am."
I am the Red Sun Samurai.
I am the Locomotive Provocateur.
I am the bones of kings and slaves.
I am the breath of the wind in the trees.
I am the Electrocuted Interlocutor.
I am the whip of the matador.
I am sunken cities in the swamp.
I am Firestarter.
Spark Guarder.
I am the assembly line whereby the machine reproduces.
I am capitulated capitalism.
I am the captain of the sky ship to
Ghost Country.
I am a natural amphetamine
a synthetic homeopathic
a cure for the sad
curation for the lost
death for the solid and unchanging.
I am the mask of roots.
I am a treehouse full of books.
I am the sword in the daytime.
I am the Day Waker, the Cloud Shaker
the Continent Unmaker, the Deep Laker
the childhood of broken dreams and unbreakable boulders.
Half-slumbering in your living room.
One eye on your joy, the other searching
for answers to the unanswerable question of:
where did it go?
Fully alive, pacing the gravestones
kisses to flowers in the new moon
and a pocketful of reality checks.
Helping you let go of everything
Holding you back.
Hoping you'll hold onto me.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
You caused a wildfire in my chest but
ever since you started dreaming about
somebody else
I've been coughing up ashes
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I need another dose of you,
I swear to god you know it's true, something I can pursue for you,
the *** and drugs get high for you,
Firestarter it was you,
to spark a flame without rearviews,
She set my car to flames,
I need another dose of you,
I swear to god you know it's true, something I can pursue for you,
the *** and drugs get high for you,
Firestarter it was you,
to spark a flame without rearviews,
She set my car to flames,
I can't put it out anymore,
Cause I'm addicted to you.
Ana <3
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
(See, EYE never intended
to be the prophet of doom)
Reading From the Book Full Of Death
pages all blank with cigarette Spots
Ashe is the purest white
Eye lay my tarot cards
Death is on the left
(listen, listen carefully)
Devil is ALWAYS right
And EYE, and EYE, and
EYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEE
hanging in the middle on thin metal
everything is upside down from
where I'm
"Hanging"
Your black Cube tree house God is on
firrrrrrre
(Firestarter)
it's darker from inside than the Cloth
which cover it
(see)
Sea
I'm the Prometheus and brought you
Light
LIGHT
LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTTTTTTTTTTTT
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
I'm obsessive and compulsive
I understand why no one wants to get close to me anymore
I am a mess and find the ugly in the most beautiful things
And I drag happiness through the mud so it looks more like
How I feel all the time
I am firestarter
I burn through people like they are cigarettes
I'm a smoker
I inhale all of my sorrows and exhale "I'm fine" with a smile and tears in my eyes
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
Im a firestarter.
An arsonist.
I'll burn you.
but only if you let me.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
daylight never reveals
the truth of things
wait till night
and cordite flaring
of a match's strike
then reach into the shadow
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
I'm kindling
You're my match
Let's become a flame
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
Searching space and time.
Sparks igniting dry tinder.
To forge new future.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 5:00 AM UTC