"firestorms" poems
Goosebumps bloomed on her limbs
like the plague
and this was a relief
she had been waiting for,
ever since her mother
put her hands on her
and turned an angel into a firestorm.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
Inhaling your breath against my lips gets me high. Love this potent should be illegal, it feels so bad... like someone sold me your heart in a little plastic bag from the pocket of their hoodie in the cover of night. I lit it on fire and breathed in every panted wisp of smoke pushed up from your burning core. I bet distant cities can see our flames on the horizon, and the citizens are rushing to church to kneel before God and pray to be spared from the glowing apocalypse crawling towards them. What a beautiful way to die... but the world has already ended to me, because nothing matters in this moment but you. I think I can hear their screams beneath yours, as the ****** of Armageddon firestorms falls from the angry heavens that generously matched our souls.
Then silence... the beautiful silence that drapes the earth once everyone and everything is dead except for us, at least until the sun returns, and the alarm clock rings and resurrects the world from its hallucinated grave, and I head out to work hungover with love.
lying together
in the last of the darkness...
I awake
to the hiss of flames
and plumes of candle-smoke
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
firestorms raged
and spewed wretched fumes
of burning stucco
as their homes were consumed
Some stood strong
armed with a garden hose
to defend their legacy
The motels were overwhelmed with
displaced refugees
I wore a bandanna
on my face like a mask
rode my bike close to the fires
until I could smell the stench
of my bicycle tires
And drank Newcastles
until the smoke cleared
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
The fire of pain burns the underbrush of comfort of the soul,
providing rich ashes of potential,
as the rains of despair satiate the soil of the soul,
facilitating renewed growth of character.
It's just a matter of learning to withstand the firestorms.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
In that moment she transforms
Unquenchable pressures rise
Rage flares into firestorms
Fury thrives, amplifies
She dances on recent slights
Flinging words of blistering flame
Fires fuelled from yesterday’s fights
She wields with unerring aim
When the fury burns to embers
When logic eventually returns
No one left remembers
The cause of her righteous burns
NCL May 2018
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 10:51 PM UTC
You were not a firestorm
Nor a wild spirit
You were the tide,
the thing I always knew but never saw
Until it came upon me.
You did not ravage me,
But you lifted me up, so that I was floating
In salt and kind smiles.
The one thing you had in common with firestorms
Was that you couldn't stay for long.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
Bow your head and drown out the voices.
This is the word. I say to you and your lips alone.
“Kerosene never smelled so appealing as it did that day
we loved under the mask of fumes.”
Dizzy and lost. Our eyes shut to the heat of firestorms.
Between us, we were burning.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
I see her in every bonfire
In every sun ray
I feel her warmth in every palm tree breeze
and her voice whispers to me in the sea
Without her my hear no longer burns with passion,
only the ashes wither me away
I've started making fires in my backyard
hoping to summon her somehow
I'd make a deal with the devil if I had to.
I'd **** to feel her skin on mine again
To have her share my bed
even though she steals the ******* duvet
she could stab me and I'd say 'thank you so much'
but she didn't
She loved me
wholeheartedly
Even when I couldn't love myself.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 6:04 PM UTC
I marvel at the glassy sheen of auburn eyes,
burning like firestorms of fresh winter hair,
and to entwine with mine is but a gift from,
you.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC