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Sacred fires burning bright Purging the flesh of my being Becoming one with the light Scorching the cells of my mortal body 4 Illuminate 3 the masses 4 Self-immolate 3 to ashes 1 break 3 conciousness 4 cosmic I lapse 3 death cleanses 8 dissipate into the nether 4 essence of life 3 extinguished 4 the chains that bind 3 relinquished 1 Pain 3 Surging through 4 Serenity 3 Gleaming blaze I, long to be cosmic, dissipate into illumination To, become the nether - to lapse in lost consciousness Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, distant pixels 8 Obsessing through the tesseract, 6 scouring past illusions 7 beyond spatiality, 4 distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flames of color, figments of my creation Drift in-to the surreal, Chasing fractals defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix Lies conceived through my perception Breathe I, long to be spectral, fluctuate right through this oscilation To, attain the ether - planetary cognizance Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, distant pixels Obsessing through the tesseract, scouring past illusions beyond spatiality, distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flash of colors, figments of my creation Drift in-to the surreal, Chasing fractals defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix Lies conceived through my perception Breathe
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
duderocketship
A Glitch in the Matrix
Sacred fires burning bright Purging the flesh of my being Becoming one with the light Scorching the cells of my mortal body 4 Illuminate 3 the masses 4 Self-immolate 3 to ashes 1 break 3 conciousness 4 cosmic I lapse 3 death cleanses 8 dissipate into the nether 4 essence of life 3 extinguished 4 the chains that bind 3 relinquished 1 Pain 3 Surging through 4 Serenity 3 Gleaming blaze I, long to be cosmic, dissipate into illumination To, become the nether - to lapse in lost consciousness Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, distant pixels 8 Obsessing through the tesseract, 6 scouring past illusions 7 beyond spatiality, 4 distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flames of color, figments of my creation Drift in-to the surreal, Chasing fractals defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix Lies conceived through my perception Breathe I, long to be spectral, fluctuate right through this oscilation To, attain the ether - planetary cognizance Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, distant pixels Obsessing through the tesseract, scouring past illusions beyond spatiality, distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flash of colors, figments of my creation Drift in-to the surreal, Chasing fractals defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix Lies conceived through my perception Breathe
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I am the fire that burns, it yearns to consume , engulf and turn to ash. The phoenix is ugly. Why live to self destroy and rebirth just to repeat" Don't kindle this heat, just bring peace. I rather self-emulate than self-immolate but this fire burns from hate. Hate of self and hate of others. That is the Phoenix.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
nicholas-fogle
Immolation
I am the fire that burns, it yearns to consume , engulf and turn to ash. The phoenix is ugly. Why live to self destroy and rebirth just to repeat" Don't kindle this heat, just bring peace. I rather self-emulate than self-immolate but this fire burns from hate. Hate of self and hate of others. That is the Phoenix.
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So it has come to this insomnia at 3:15 A.M., the clock tolling its engine like a frog following a sundial yet having an electric seizure at the quarter hour. The business of words keeps me awake. I am drinking cocoa, that warm brown mama. I would like a simple life yet all night I am laying poems away in a long box. It is my immortality box, my lay-away plan, my coffin. All night dark wings flopping in my heart. Each an ambition bird. The bird wants to be dropped from a high place like Tallahatchie Bridge. He wants to light a kitchen match and immolate himself. He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo and dome out painted on a ceiling. He wants to pierce the hornet's nest and come out with a long godhead. He wants to take bread and wine and bring forth a man happily floating in the Caribbean. He wants to be pressed out like a key so he can unlock the Magi. He wants to take leave among strangers passing out bits of his heart like hors d'oeuvres. He wants to die changing his clothes and bolt for the sun like a diamond. He wants, I want. Dear God, wouldn't it be good enough to just drink cocoa? I must get a new bird and a new immortality box. There is folly enough inside this one.
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Anne Sexton
The Ambition Bird
So it has come to this insomnia at 3:15 A.M., the clock tolling its engine like a frog following a sundial yet having an electric seizure at the quarter hour. The business of words keeps me awake. I am drinking cocoa, that warm brown mama. I would like a simple life yet all night I am laying poems away in a long box. It is my immortality box, my lay-away plan, my coffin. All night dark wings flopping in my heart. Each an ambition bird. The bird wants to be dropped from a high place like Tallahatchie Bridge. He wants to light a kitchen match and immolate himself. He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo and dome out painted on a ceiling. He wants to pierce the hornet's nest and come out with a long godhead. He wants to take bread and wine and bring forth a man happily floating in the Caribbean. He wants to be pressed out like a key so he can unlock the Magi. He wants to take leave among strangers passing out bits of his heart like hors d'oeuvres. He wants to die changing his clothes and bolt for the sun like a diamond. He wants, I want. Dear God, wouldn't it be good enough to just drink cocoa? I must get a new bird and a new immortality box. There is folly enough inside this one.
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I was born from the ashes of fear, guilt and shame. Cut me into pieces and I will grow separately from all the blood-spattered pieces of my being. Freer than before. I have those cuts hidden somewhere under my skin. I still breath through unhealed wounds. I still bleed every month. I still believe in lies. I still choose the wrong path. I don't need your religion to believe in myself. I don't need you to wipe my blood stains. I don't need you to tell me what's right. Not this time. Burn me and every inch of my flesh will explode viciously to reborn again and again. Fierce than before. My blood is still boiling and running through my fresh veins. I won't let you drown in the hollowness I won't immolate myself I won't give you a chance to carry my burned flesh. I won't follow these path of illiberal rules. I don't want you to compromise your love. I don't want you to devour the poison.. alone. I don't want you to suffer ..just because you are supposed to. Not this time.. Not this time.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Prajakta_mhadnak
Incarnated
I was born from the ashes of fear, guilt and shame. Cut me into pieces and I will grow separately from all the blood-spattered pieces of my being. Freer than before. I have those cuts hidden somewhere under my skin. I still breath through unhealed wounds. I still bleed every month. I still believe in lies. I still choose the wrong path. I don't need your religion to believe in myself. I don't need you to wipe my blood stains. I don't need you to tell me what's right. Not this time. Burn me and every inch of my flesh will explode viciously to reborn again and again. Fierce than before. My blood is still boiling and running through my fresh veins. I won't let you drown in the hollowness I won't immolate myself I won't give you a chance to carry my burned flesh. I won't follow these path of illiberal rules. I don't want you to compromise your love. I don't want you to devour the poison.. alone. I don't want you to suffer ..just because you are supposed to. Not this time.. Not this time.
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Sacred fires burning bright Purging the flesh of my being Becoming one with the light Scorching the cells of my mortal body lluminate The masses Self-immolate To ashes Break, Conciousness Cosmic I lapse - Death cleanses; Dissipate into the nether Essence of life Extinguished The chains that bind Relinquished Pain ~ Surging through Serenity; Gleaming blaze Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, Distant pixels Obsessing through the tesseract, Scouring past illusions Beyond spatiality, Distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flames of color, figments of my creation Drift in to the surreal; Chasing fractals, defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix~ Lies conceived through my perception; Breathe I, long to be spectral, fluctuate right through this oscilation To, obtain the ether - Planetary cognizance Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, distant pixels Obsessing through the tesseract, Scouring past illusions beyond spatiality, distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flames of color, figments of my creation Drift in to the surreal; Chasing fractals, defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix~ Lies conceived through my perception; Breathe
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
duderocketship
Dreaming in Discordance
Sacred fires burning bright Purging the flesh of my being Becoming one with the light Scorching the cells of my mortal body lluminate The masses Self-immolate To ashes Break, Conciousness Cosmic I lapse - Death cleanses; Dissipate into the nether Essence of life Extinguished The chains that bind Relinquished Pain ~ Surging through Serenity; Gleaming blaze Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, Distant pixels Obsessing through the tesseract, Scouring past illusions Beyond spatiality, Distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flames of color, figments of my creation Drift in to the surreal; Chasing fractals, defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix~ Lies conceived through my perception; Breathe I, long to be spectral, fluctuate right through this oscilation To, obtain the ether - Planetary cognizance Then I shoot off in space and time, soaring through illusions Light years from reality, distant pixels Obsessing through the tesseract, Scouring past illusions beyond spatiality, distant pixels Drifting, no sense or feel Flames of color, figments of my creation Drift in to the surreal; Chasing fractals, defragments my cognition Dreaming in discordance Life confined in simulation A glitch in the matrix~ Lies conceived through my perception; Breathe
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In the brief day, or rather, the night called Life, dream how easily a speck may be distanced from itself; and how hard also it is to remove that same grain from your proud eye. Look at the lightning over the green corn and learn the virile meaning of our lack of power under the traveling stars. Turn on the lights silver-electric to see in what dark rooms you have dwelt, yet tried to be happy. Open and close your eyes and feel the weird proximity of doll-like death. Talk to the moth and trot the eternal wheel of boredom, tolerated by a life that cannot wait to immolate itself on a fuel lighter for love of the gamble. Come near the heartbeat of an animal and touch your own heart to take the pulse of the planets and experience the split-second hypocrisy of love. Unwrinkle your bones with deep calm and purest feeling, unfurling your reddish hair, and you will bare your heart in all your poems. Pity the mania of poetry and the helplessness of its wisdom to hope or heal or even to dare to come down from its own shiny cross. In spite of all, extinguish any light at its source and you will work in vain to prevent its survival in some remembering soul.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
joseph-paris
In the brief day, or rather, the night
In the brief day, or rather, the night called Life, dream how easily a speck may be distanced from itself; and how hard also it is to remove that same grain from your proud eye. Look at the lightning over the green corn and learn the virile meaning of our lack of power under the traveling stars. Turn on the lights silver-electric to see in what dark rooms you have dwelt, yet tried to be happy. Open and close your eyes and feel the weird proximity of doll-like death. Talk to the moth and trot the eternal wheel of boredom, tolerated by a life that cannot wait to immolate itself on a fuel lighter for love of the gamble. Come near the heartbeat of an animal and touch your own heart to take the pulse of the planets and experience the split-second hypocrisy of love. Unwrinkle your bones with deep calm and purest feeling, unfurling your reddish hair, and you will bare your heart in all your poems. Pity the mania of poetry and the helplessness of its wisdom to hope or heal or even to dare to come down from its own shiny cross. In spite of all, extinguish any light at its source and you will work in vain to prevent its survival in some remembering soul.
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When you are dead I will change the bedsheets. The sun will shine for five billion more years. I will still have green eyes when you are dead And I will drink orange juice. I will feed the cats. Then I will drink. My tissues will swell with firewater. My memories will self-immolate. I will ***** brimstone and my skull will be filled with sea urchins. I will have one scrambled egg sandwich, dripping and greasy with mayonnaise. I will read Bukowski and I will stare at pigeons in the parking lot. I will wear purple shoes. I will get a sunburn. I will sob face down in the grass and a small child will walk past and won't know what to do with me. I will ride up and down in an elevator. I will watch the sun go splat over this porcupine city and bury itself in the smog. I will watch the horizon breathe up black until it’s night and I will wonder how much colder Mars is. Then I will go home and kick myself for changing the sheets and I will take them from the laundry basket and hug them to my chest because you slept in them. The next morning, I’ll be gone too. (Johnny Cash knew).
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 1:39 AM UTC
hope-2
This Is What Will Happen To Me If You Die Before I Do
When you are dead I will change the bedsheets. The sun will shine for five billion more years. I will still have green eyes when you are dead And I will drink orange juice. I will feed the cats. Then I will drink. My tissues will swell with firewater. My memories will self-immolate. I will ***** brimstone and my skull will be filled with sea urchins. I will have one scrambled egg sandwich, dripping and greasy with mayonnaise. I will read Bukowski and I will stare at pigeons in the parking lot. I will wear purple shoes. I will get a sunburn. I will sob face down in the grass and a small child will walk past and won't know what to do with me. I will ride up and down in an elevator. I will watch the sun go splat over this porcupine city and bury itself in the smog. I will watch the horizon breathe up black until it’s night and I will wonder how much colder Mars is. Then I will go home and kick myself for changing the sheets and I will take them from the laundry basket and hug them to my chest because you slept in them. The next morning, I’ll be gone too. (Johnny Cash knew).
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she gross, but I grosser, will to take her back as I would, in a heartbeat love, hate, a congress of hypocrisies, set upon cedar flakes, and matchless.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
keith-ren
mature to immolate
she gross, but I grosser, will to take her back as I would, in a heartbeat love, hate, a congress of hypocrisies, set upon cedar flakes, and matchless.
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Once starshine Once iodide For years healing You're done healing You hard stop You immolate Every word To ember but You left a fuel line to me I swore I'd Sing should you **** me Unless you Took my tongue with you I see you Thought sealing my mouth With stitches Would drown my war cries Well we all See how well that worked Now don't we?
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Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
jaymisun-kearney
An Arterial Winter: Sewn Shut Screaming
Once starshine Once iodide For years healing You're done healing You hard stop You immolate Every word To ember but You left a fuel line to me I swore I'd Sing should you **** me Unless you Took my tongue with you I see you Thought sealing my mouth With stitches Would drown my war cries Well we all See how well that worked Now don't we?
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I want you to close your eyes Visualize Hand over breast Until your palm thumps What you feel transfigures the physical What we have transcends the sultry soma Or random tactile sensation I want you to close your eyes Listen to my ripe breath Inhale my low voice It is like a hymn It is true because while it whisks Through your ear It blossoms in your heart Let it reverberate through those midnight gardens You deny yourself among the slobbering masses Groping you like raw meat Pounding, slicing and packaging you Like clumsy butchers You are not a bleeding slab to me Though I cherish that animal Which temporarily houses your light It is that radiance which warms my loveless bones Which illuminates my dreamless skull Distance only magnifies our effulgence We are insects below it, scrambling Let us immolate together beneath its searing heat Until the facades of flesh melt And we are left as **** as shadows Aching for an unremitting bliss
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
alessander
Phone ***
I want you to close your eyes Visualize Hand over breast Until your palm thumps What you feel transfigures the physical What we have transcends the sultry soma Or random tactile sensation I want you to close your eyes Listen to my ripe breath Inhale my low voice It is like a hymn It is true because while it whisks Through your ear It blossoms in your heart Let it reverberate through those midnight gardens You deny yourself among the slobbering masses Groping you like raw meat Pounding, slicing and packaging you Like clumsy butchers You are not a bleeding slab to me Though I cherish that animal Which temporarily houses your light It is that radiance which warms my loveless bones Which illuminates my dreamless skull Distance only magnifies our effulgence We are insects below it, scrambling Let us immolate together beneath its searing heat Until the facades of flesh melt And we are left as **** as shadows Aching for an unremitting bliss
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morning dew causing (un)due inspiration flowing out of cowards head i see you there, looking in as if to say why can't i have a piece where is my cake yer cake is in the dumpster with evidently unyielding unborn soul all garbage to be taken to landfill at day's end to be cubed by crushing collapsing compressing cuber to be rolled over by great heaving garbage dump cesspool machinery left to decompose and rot like magnificent little ghandi trash all dignified passive resistance inaction what good is cake to the self-starving man anyway what good is life to the self-immolated tibetan monk is that who you are all in flames sitting there blue hue'd blackened bone
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
WhereDoIGoFromHereDorothy
immolate
morning dew causing (un)due inspiration flowing out of cowards head i see you there, looking in as if to say why can't i have a piece where is my cake yer cake is in the dumpster with evidently unyielding unborn soul all garbage to be taken to landfill at day's end to be cubed by crushing collapsing compressing cuber to be rolled over by great heaving garbage dump cesspool machinery left to decompose and rot like magnificent little ghandi trash all dignified passive resistance inaction what good is cake to the self-starving man anyway what good is life to the self-immolated tibetan monk is that who you are all in flames sitting there blue hue'd blackened bone
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Once starshine Once iodide For years healing You're done healing You hard stop You immolate Every word To ember but You made a line of fuel right to me that I will follow I swore I'd Sing should you **** me Unless you took my tongue with you I see you thought sealing my mouth with stitches Would drown my cries We see See how well that worked Now don't we?
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
ZeroNine
Sewn Shut Screaming (REDUX)
Once starshine Once iodide For years healing You're done healing You hard stop You immolate Every word To ember but You made a line of fuel right to me that I will follow I swore I'd Sing should you **** me Unless you took my tongue with you I see you thought sealing my mouth with stitches Would drown my cries We see See how well that worked Now don't we?
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The lighter wont stop Telling me to immolate.... I feel like dying.
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Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
billy-bob-will-bob-joe-bob
Drugs: The Haiku!
The lighter wont stop Telling me to immolate.... I feel like dying.
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The shrill thrill **** of young blood ills makes the hill become a valley of death writhing desperately in hands too often dragging queens through the mud all along the botched towers leaning and glaring without caring Instead intent-on restricting oxygen with crass observation only ever offering tasteless insincere apologies as afterthought Alone and easily overpowered clouded crowd-sourced asphyxia overtakes just enough breath left for recorded tied down violations with faint traces of slut-shaming-victim-blaming cat calls free-for-alls and “don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got” ‘til it’s slammed shut stolen and swollen gutted-paved-depraved by gentrifires stoking those immolate night advances and god oh god is it really too much to ask to feel safe on my own sidewalk?
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Amy-Grindhouse
Asphyxiation Nation Indignation
The shrill thrill **** of young blood ills makes the hill become a valley of death writhing desperately in hands too often dragging queens through the mud all along the botched towers leaning and glaring without caring Instead intent-on restricting oxygen with crass observation only ever offering tasteless insincere apologies as afterthought Alone and easily overpowered clouded crowd-sourced asphyxia overtakes just enough breath left for recorded tied down violations with faint traces of slut-shaming-victim-blaming cat calls free-for-alls and “don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got” ‘til it’s slammed shut stolen and swollen gutted-paved-depraved by gentrifires stoking those immolate night advances and god oh god is it really too much to ask to feel safe on my own sidewalk?
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we are spontaneous COMBUSTION set me alight your soul fuels my flame boil, deep fry, and barbeque char me bone deep in flagrante corpus we immolate together conflagration deflagration don’t fear cremation ashes will rise again burn me to the ground
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Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
crow
Phoenix and Cinderella
we are spontaneous COMBUSTION set me alight your soul fuels my flame boil, deep fry, and barbeque char me bone deep in flagrante corpus we immolate together conflagration deflagration don’t fear cremation ashes will rise again burn me to the ground
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leaves self-immolate, red orange yellow --- this is How I Fell In Love window frost, hand on thigh --- our abandoned clothing littering the floor a bud, poking from fresh-thawed earth --- I am trying to forget your laugh sun, high; so is she, blunt 'tween her lips, my tongue 'twixt her thighs --- I Miss You
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
perlucidum
1 Year
leaves self-immolate, red orange yellow --- this is How I Fell In Love window frost, hand on thigh --- our abandoned clothing littering the floor a bud, poking from fresh-thawed earth --- I am trying to forget your laugh sun, high; so is she, blunt 'tween her lips, my tongue 'twixt her thighs --- I Miss You
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for though burning turn face wide open into LIGHT slip thy falling voice 'bout flicker eyes rapidly lids half mouth full juice runneth over clear sticky more sweeter and immolate
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Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
patrick-wakefield-1
for though burning
for though burning turn face wide open into LIGHT slip thy falling voice 'bout flicker eyes rapidly lids half mouth full juice runneth over clear sticky more sweeter and immolate
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We were the ones lost inside ourselves ruminating pasts presently breaking out A shift in consciousness we are right here now Beating at our chests Bleeding out the truth We'll show them what we're made of... Stars Align in our eyes tuned into the skies where we used to be outside the physical frequency Now our souls emanate the writers plane Rise up that burning inside set fires with our minds immolate the world just to watch it burn Everyone else will take pictures of it tuning themselves out turning themselves in uploaded sell outs to the ether We're the heart arsons coming back to the scene spontaneously combusting out a new beat.
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Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
kenny
Heart Arsons
We were the ones lost inside ourselves ruminating pasts presently breaking out A shift in consciousness we are right here now Beating at our chests Bleeding out the truth We'll show them what we're made of... Stars Align in our eyes tuned into the skies where we used to be outside the physical frequency Now our souls emanate the writers plane Rise up that burning inside set fires with our minds immolate the world just to watch it burn Everyone else will take pictures of it tuning themselves out turning themselves in uploaded sell outs to the ether We're the heart arsons coming back to the scene spontaneously combusting out a new beat.
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Sometimes, I will myself to forget you hurt me, and then I am in pain. Consumed by all I didn’t do and ravaged by what I did. You are always without guilt, smoke in my lungs as I ignite. You were on fire and I was so cold… Sometimes, when I am burning for the touch of your hands on my skin, I distract myself with the singe of an overheating laptop on my thighs, thank god I never let your embers land there, and I write. About how warm my eyes are and how someday, someone else will worship them as they make me smile. The heated hope evaporates my tears and sometimes, I remember how you made me combust. Red. Red. Red. I will smother your memory until it is ash and you are the only one choking on smoke. I am the fire. V. K.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
divinusqualia
Immolate
Sometimes, I will myself to forget you hurt me, and then I am in pain. Consumed by all I didn’t do and ravaged by what I did. You are always without guilt, smoke in my lungs as I ignite. You were on fire and I was so cold… Sometimes, when I am burning for the touch of your hands on my skin, I distract myself with the singe of an overheating laptop on my thighs, thank god I never let your embers land there, and I write. About how warm my eyes are and how someday, someone else will worship them as they make me smile. The heated hope evaporates my tears and sometimes, I remember how you made me combust. Red. Red. Red. I will smother your memory until it is ash and you are the only one choking on smoke. I am the fire. V. K.
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the nature of nurture is torture flesh to flesh, were warm but im ******* on fire smoke plumes high and then higher i immolate, but youre worth it match- kindling- pyre its beautiful, a steady stream of gasoline ill watch you from the stars, ill be your gleam there you go through my telescope, skipping like ashes weightless, floating away, like me, you leave from place to place you leave and im still on ******* fire, where are you going? i scream these light years away too away to reach through i send you sun spots and then uvs to burn, poisoning to ensue where are your eyes? my atoms are rumbling, my heart has been stewed what will it take, where are your eyes? what will it take, ill even take lies im ******* burning, why dont you want to burn, too?
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
jakespacey
align
the nature of nurture is torture flesh to flesh, were warm but im ******* on fire smoke plumes high and then higher i immolate, but youre worth it match- kindling- pyre its beautiful, a steady stream of gasoline ill watch you from the stars, ill be your gleam there you go through my telescope, skipping like ashes weightless, floating away, like me, you leave from place to place you leave and im still on ******* fire, where are you going? i scream these light years away too away to reach through i send you sun spots and then uvs to burn, poisoning to ensue where are your eyes? my atoms are rumbling, my heart has been stewed what will it take, where are your eyes? what will it take, ill even take lies im ******* burning, why dont you want to burn, too?
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You have a kind face. People with kind faces always draw me in, like a candleflame draws a moth. I have seen enough of beauty to know That people with kind faces can immolate you With the terrible force of their loveliness. But... they are so very warm. You do have Such a kind face.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
mikaila
Untitled
You have a kind face. People with kind faces always draw me in, like a candleflame draws a moth. I have seen enough of beauty to know That people with kind faces can immolate you With the terrible force of their loveliness. But... they are so very warm. You do have Such a kind face.
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LADY, born for Heaven's gate, Thy nation to inspire — Alas that thou did immolate Atop thy self-same pyre LADY, borne from ashen grate, Thy nation shall aspire To gift to thee thy heavenly trait And raise thee ever higher
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
tryst
Lady of Paris
LADY, born for Heaven's gate, Thy nation to inspire — Alas that thou did immolate Atop thy self-same pyre LADY, borne from ashen grate, Thy nation shall aspire To gift to thee thy heavenly trait And raise thee ever higher
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*I wanna explain these voices to the deaf If I could just stand in the Sea of Tranquility momentarily , searching for my minds bread I should lose contact with everyone for a spell I should really explore this heaven or hell fairytale Write a book of poetic gibberish , put it on a pyre , tell everyone it's been great then self immolate Bite a barrel and ride the light forever , **** this world with all its restriction , find a path to escape this perdition* ...
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
randolph-l-wilson
My Demonic Depression ...
*I wanna explain these voices to the deaf If I could just stand in the Sea of Tranquility momentarily , searching for my minds bread I should lose contact with everyone for a spell I should really explore this heaven or hell fairytale Write a book of poetic gibberish , put it on a pyre , tell everyone it's been great then self immolate Bite a barrel and ride the light forever , **** this world with all its restriction , find a path to escape this perdition* ...
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In this world full of deceit, Where should they be headed now. The crazy lovers in love forever, Where should they be headed now? The fires are always guarded, By the watchful eyes of the world, Those who wish to immolate, Where should they go and burn? Those which are hard to recite, And those that are hard to veil, Confess, oh poor lonely hearts, Where should those poems go?
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
Atul
Where Should They Be Headed Now
In this world full of deceit, Where should they be headed now. The crazy lovers in love forever, Where should they be headed now? The fires are always guarded, By the watchful eyes of the world, Those who wish to immolate, Where should they go and burn? Those which are hard to recite, And those that are hard to veil, Confess, oh poor lonely hearts, Where should those poems go?
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