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"pyromania" poems
It pains me, a bit to think about the possibilities of life if you were here, if I could watch your smile bloom upon your face see the signs of laughter brewing just after I’ve said something silly. I’d cook you dinner and blush with happiness when you teased me for my utter lack of skill and after you would make hot cocoa for our movie marathon and we’d have punch drunk discussions on the philosophy of psychopathic ****** for dessert. While the credits rolled your eyes would droop and your head, heavy with sleep would rest sweetly on my shoulder. Would I kiss you, then? Softly, so as not to ruin the mood? Or fierce and biting with the breaking of long-held restraint? Would you invite me to your bed? And if you did, would I accept? Or would I stroke your hair and kiss you a gentle goodnight at your bedroom door? Would we grow old together, counting wrinkles as they form, marking the days with ridiculous anniversaries: first kiss, first fight, first joint bout of pyromania? Or would it end, perish early like so many things are wont to do? Would you die first? Or would I? And when we were gone would we have anyone to tell stories about us and the crazy things we no doubt said and did? Would I ever tell you this poem was about you? Maybe. Maybe, if you were here, I could.
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
If You Were Here
there's a lot wrong with the earth- & with my head i'm trying to shed my addict skin i'm so much more than what i depict & i've come pretty far, considering where i've been & this world may be bleak but i've gained some light by burning down every bridge in my sight- you may say my pyromania is born out of spite but your toxicity is now gone. i can finally breathe right. so i'm going to continue to fix myself i'll box up old memories, hide them high on a shelf because i’m done treating the past as my prison cell. i've roamed ******* far from the pits of your hell.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
burnt
In the form of transparent, bundled tumbleweed it allows us to breathe, the continuation of carbon dioxide creation, the movement of clouds and mists and birds, certain natural disasters, being able to skim bays at a full sail or the next step a plane takes after taxiing. It includes us in the endless repudiation of itself that it can't seem to –  no matter how it may try – reverse or cure, bringing earlier peoples to know it as a supernatural force (there was simply no other reasonable choice available). And for some reason it keeps engaging in pyromania as it aids and abets whatever impulsive firework-lighting-thrill-seekers or placid cigarette-butt-litterers did or did not purposefully do.
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Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
Windy
wrinkles of fire, parting the atmospheric sea surrounding. lost within the flame, i watch my troubles flowing into the smoke, drifting into the wind, dancing upon the void. floating ever upwards, whispering my troubles to the transcendent ears of the angles that hide in the spaces of silence and the moments of darkness between the stars.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
pyromania
The relentless sound of the sky exploding, shattering into a thousand shards. Flashes of light overhead, trench Romanticism at play. Oxygen becomes smoke, sulfur watered eyes. I love Bonfire Night. Happy Pyromania Day, everyone.
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Pyromania Day.
a toast to the gangsters, a toast to the pimps stand up gentleman take a bow take a bow a toast to the ****** a toast to the wanna be lovers stand up ladies take a bow curtsy) if you’re up to it poor legs poor nails poor car spoiled slandering moving cat across the room across the spill across the dress across the yelling and the screaming oh make it stop will they just shut up for some peace....and quiet.... cars’ been destroyed dress’ been ruined oh make it stop burn bathe in the fire walk through the flames come out a winner go right to dinner sleep wake up repeat (spoiled slandering moving masterpiece) I’m here at last mother(the final step) what could I be for the soiled money everything buy everything and stick it in forget about those getting stuffed and thrown i am my own&more; walk past the homeless who knows anyways upon all upon you this is burning watchthecars watch the cars watch....the...cars.. quickly swiftly they move fast and i am happiness does this make you happy the world we live in struck down by lightening and thunder ****** **** ****** theft all of the rage and anger’s been kept unto this moment untothisdream i am in control of my own dreams my own mind money money watch it burn burn it all laugh repeat if i were God’s foot i would smash it all no man two hundred feet tall feel like it lie to yourself sleep wake up repeat if i if i if i could i would burn it all today the education of the nation has been flushed away reading a book has been forgotten and instead they read how to take drugs through a can i can i can i can burn it all fathom me into the faintest pyromania-(the world we live in)-a statement of love and blessing faith’s faith in the world has failed i have failed it’s all burning already there’s no way to stop it scream this is all i have left at your feet i must break through this wall two hundred thousand feet tall t h------ ick take a lick screamandcry everyone’s lying and everyone’s crying and everyone’s dying please dear Jesus do something please i can not do this all on my own i am sick call a doctor over there’s the phone no more snow and no more rain lay down all of your strain your stress is at my disposal only a few days left we can watch it burn together (I am burnt) third degree just come and help me let us feel the click between us we are One and I’m no longer afraid of the world we live in perhaps but you are my hope lovelovelovelovehopeloveyes (when i think of you i know exactly in the end where we will go) i am a flower hold me embrace me let me know that I am loved too
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Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
Pyromania-(the World We Live In)-A Statement of Love&Blessing
a toast to the gangsters, a toast to the pimps stand up gentleman take a bow take a bow a toast to the ****** a toast to the wanna be lovers stand up ladies take a bow curtsy) if you’re up to it poor legs poor nails poor car spoiled slandering moving cat across the room across the spill across the dress across the yelling and the screaming oh make it stop will they just shut up for some peace....and quiet.... cars’ been destroyed dress’ been ruined oh make it stop burn bathe in the fire walk through the flames come out a winner go right to dinner sleep wake up repeat (spoiled slandering moving masterpiece) I’m here at last mother(the final step) what could I be for the soiled money everything buy everything and stick it in forget about those getting stuffed and thrown i am my own&more; walk past the homeless who knows anyways upon all upon you this is burning watchthecars watch the cars watch....the...cars.. quickly swiftly they move fast and i am happiness does this make you happy the world we live in struck down by lightening and thunder ****** **** ****** theft all of the rage and anger’s been kept unto this moment untothisdream i am in control of my own dreams my own mind money money watch it burn burn it all laugh repeat if i were God’s foot i would smash it all no man two hundred feet tall feel like it lie to yourself sleep wake up repeat if i if i if i could i would burn it all today the education of the nation has been flushed away reading a book has been forgotten and instead they read how to take drugs through a can i can i can i can burn it all fathom me into the faintest pyromania-(the world we live in)-a statement of love and blessing faith’s faith in the world has failed i have failed it’s all burning already there’s no way to stop it scream this is all i have left at your feet i must break through this wall two hundred thousand feet tall t h------ ick take a lick screamandcry everyone’s lying and everyone’s crying and everyone’s dying please dear Jesus do something please i can not do this all on my own i am sick call a doctor over there’s the phone no more snow and no more rain lay down all of your strain your stress is at my disposal only a few days left we can watch it burn together (I am burnt) third degree just come and help me let us feel the click between us we are One and I’m no longer afraid of the world we live in perhaps but you are my hope lovelovelovelovehopeloveyes (when i think of you i know exactly in the end where we will go) i am a flower hold me embrace me let me know that I am loved too
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I surround myself with those who shine so much more brightly than I ever will and then somehow expect people to see my faint twinkle A dying candle next to a bonfire, only appearing bright when they are dim, only fully daring to breathe when there is no greater claim to the oxygen than mine, only ever appearing strong when there are none to be stronger and demonstrate through example how weak I truly am.
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
pyromania
With an all-consuming fire, He pulls out his lighter. A little flame of hope For a hopeless little pyro
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Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
Pyromania
Pyromania teaches you something; Playing with fire is much like playing with hearts, someone will always feel the burn.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
Pyromaniacs
They're all delusional. They can only wish they're as flammable as we are, because together we make the sun look like a chunk of painted rock... ..and they're all freezing.
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
Pyromania
She threw herself into heartbreak like a moth drawn to a flame. Then learned to heal the burns she had & just jumped in again. He became inflamed in sorrow, but she said it kept her warm. So he kept the flames of sadness lit, even though it caused him harm. In summer, they'd only wonder why charred flowers wouldn't grow. In winter, they'd only simmer as they mistook the ash for snow. Everyone tried to tell them, but they never seemed to learn. So how do you save two people who are convinced they want to burn?
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
pyromania.
It feels like heaven, Surrounded by my fearsome fires I’m their God I created them And they can fall at my hands Their feisty heats Are amazing feats They save me from the bitter cold
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
Pyromania
*we whispered with passion made love to a lie we burned with a fire that destroyed you and I*
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
Pyromania
Should I speak with velocity As I claim to leak veracity? Share a fair stare leads to “harassing me” Silence holds a gold ferocity But platinum resides inside a travesty Yet the origins of this casualty Was not the first fatality It's birth was an idea, you see? Are you sick of this this hostility? Is your health a grim variety? Failed to conform to propriety? Here's an inferno “Oh no, a monstrosity!” So why chastise my morality? Must I despise and note your deformity? Lead covered gold is not a new novelty But somehow chaos seems so orderly Cheat on Death with Immortality Sleep with Lust for chastity Uniqueness is another banality Copy/pasted originality Experience this eternal finality Our follies are a great mentality Your demise is your vitality Real life is surreality Feign the truth with validity Pride upon your humility Rust brags of lost durability Insomniacs thrive restlessly If you engage in logomachy Then you'll love this: sophomachy “Who's more manly?” Phallomachy “Let's do what's right!” Hypocrisy We act like we have modesty But we boast of prowess internally “Maybe if I work with integrity, They might notice, and appreciate me” Work too hard? Liability Conned her heart? Lie-ability Honesty at start? Futility Torn apart? Utilize utility Day dream REM stage: Insanity Sanitize with rage: Calamity Perhaps it's a phase: Therapy Live like “good ol' days” regretfully Raze a raised loving family Tame their ways with amnesty And watch them break their identity Of perfection tainted in fidelity Are our minds just a cavity? Uprising against the gravity Speak high of low society Think I'm crazy? Analyze me A grave cradling a memory Of each ill-fated ideology We die for our biology Pyromania is the new cryology
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Pyrogenics
Should I speak with velocity As I claim to leak veracity? Share a fair stare leads to “harassing me” Silence holds a gold ferocity But platinum resides inside a travesty Yet the origins of this casualty Was not the first fatality It's birth was an idea, you see? Are you sick of this this hostility? Is your health a grim variety? Failed to conform to propriety? Here's an inferno “Oh no, a monstrosity!” So why chastise my morality? Must I despise and note your deformity? Lead covered gold is not a new novelty But somehow chaos seems so orderly Cheat on Death with Immortality Sleep with Lust for chastity Uniqueness is another banality Copy/pasted originality Experience this eternal finality Our follies are a great mentality Your demise is your vitality Real life is surreality Feign the truth with validity Pride upon your humility Rust brags of lost durability Insomniacs thrive restlessly If you engage in logomachy Then you'll love this: sophomachy “Who's more manly?” Phallomachy “Let's do what's right!” Hypocrisy We act like we have modesty But we boast of prowess internally “Maybe if I work with integrity, They might notice, and appreciate me” Work too hard? Liability Conned her heart? Lie-ability Honesty at start? Futility Torn apart? Utilize utility Day dream REM stage: Insanity Sanitize with rage: Calamity Perhaps it's a phase: Therapy Live like “good ol' days” regretfully Raze a raised loving family Tame their ways with amnesty And watch them break their identity Of perfection tainted in fidelity Are our minds just a cavity? Uprising against the gravity Speak high of low society Think I'm crazy? Analyze me A grave cradling a memory Of each ill-fated ideology We die for our biology Pyromania is the new cryology
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(Legend: Girl-Italics    Boy-Bold) As the hot summer wind blows past her face, There's this warm feeling slowly and gradually churning, Building and showing no end, Is this like? Is this hate? Do I like or hate you? I don't know, Prob'ly hate. It's love, can't be anything else, I love you! I can't tell if it's love or hate, I won't stop Love or Hate? I can't get his words out of my head! Love or hate? somewhere in between? Rather it's closer to both. Isn't the answer obvious? Yes, my vision is perfect, You and me can make a family. Eh!? Family!? But wait, what, why, how? I'm only fourteen!? These dating stuff and lov- I love you! Listen to me! I can't drop my guard. I'll drown you with love! I want to try falling in love, Lightly, softly, like a ball of fur. While everything's boring around me. I'll smile. The two stars will combine and form... A Supernova! And the world will spring alive! Is this love? or is it hate? I don't know... I hate you, or maybe I love you? Here! Eh!? It's a Topaz! The one you wanted on the way home. While you were staring at it I was watching you, Our houses are on opposite ends, but let's not worry about that. But I don't really like his type but... Eh? did I just hesitate? It must be because he suddenly did something nice. I start to feel this sudden warmth. But even if I try so hard to think it through, There's no doubt about it, About what? I love you! Just trust me on this, there's no problem. See? You lit up a softly swaying fire within me, She's watching me! It's burning me up and getting me high, Pyromania! I'm in love with you! I sing proudly while playing my guitar Oh no, What's this feeling? The kindness and sweetness I learned. At times you may be a bit absurd, but... Your love is pulling me in. I want to fall in love with you, Shining, sparkling like glitter. By loving it, placing it out and nurturing it, It will start to develop! Our encounter, And at the same time, Our Love, Weaves us together. If only I hated you, I won't feel this warmth. But now it's different, Since we're both in love! Now I know whether I like or hate you, I like you. You love me, can't be anything else, I love you. This hot throbbing in my chest, You know what it is! Love or hate?
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
Fiery Love or Hate!?
(Legend: Girl-Italics    Boy-Bold) As the hot summer wind blows past her face, There's this warm feeling slowly and gradually churning, Building and showing no end, Is this like? Is this hate? Do I like or hate you? I don't know, Prob'ly hate. It's love, can't be anything else, I love you! I can't tell if it's love or hate, I won't stop Love or Hate? I can't get his words out of my head! Love or hate? somewhere in between? Rather it's closer to both. Isn't the answer obvious? Yes, my vision is perfect, You and me can make a family. Eh!? Family!? But wait, what, why, how? I'm only fourteen!? These dating stuff and lov- I love you! Listen to me! I can't drop my guard. I'll drown you with love! I want to try falling in love, Lightly, softly, like a ball of fur. While everything's boring around me. I'll smile. The two stars will combine and form... A Supernova! And the world will spring alive! Is this love? or is it hate? I don't know... I hate you, or maybe I love you? Here! Eh!? It's a Topaz! The one you wanted on the way home. While you were staring at it I was watching you, Our houses are on opposite ends, but let's not worry about that. But I don't really like his type but... Eh? did I just hesitate? It must be because he suddenly did something nice. I start to feel this sudden warmth. But even if I try so hard to think it through, There's no doubt about it, About what? I love you! Just trust me on this, there's no problem. See? You lit up a softly swaying fire within me, She's watching me! It's burning me up and getting me high, Pyromania! I'm in love with you! I sing proudly while playing my guitar Oh no, What's this feeling? The kindness and sweetness I learned. At times you may be a bit absurd, but... Your love is pulling me in. I want to fall in love with you, Shining, sparkling like glitter. By loving it, placing it out and nurturing it, It will start to develop! Our encounter, And at the same time, Our Love, Weaves us together. If only I hated you, I won't feel this warmth. But now it's different, Since we're both in love! Now I know whether I like or hate you, I like you. You love me, can't be anything else, I love you. This hot throbbing in my chest, You know what it is! Love or hate?
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my fire for you is sweet like melted sugar and i love that and it's like kissing a shooting star that's about to **** you and it's like holding a blue candle in your hands and realizing you're so pale that the wax turns the color of the sky the day you told me you wanted to be friends. i want you to draw a city sky on my kite string arms and a road of evergreens on my telephone wire hips. i've never told you this... i never wanted you, but i always needed you, and that's why i think i love you. something whispers in my ear when your fingers wisp through my hair that tells me to laugh in your face when you tell me you love me back. it's like a smack in the soul saying **WAKE THE **** UP** and then i do, and you still love me... even then.
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Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
pyromania
I think I'm a lover of fire. Candles and incense, bonfires and fireplaces, passion and creative force, stars and sage, the rising and falling of the sun. The destruction of the old, the birth of the new. Igniting the flame. Being set ablaze. The heat, The energy, The burn.
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
Pyromania
you've got a forest burning in your eyes that's never going to grow from the ashes so move to the city and knock it down like building blocks you want to go back to but there's too many lovers in the way so come away to the meadow with me plant a few flowers and watch them grow to the sky we have nowhere to be til they touch the stars and then we can climb their young stalks to see how far we've come since we lit a match
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
Pyromania
fire entrances me hypnotizes me as it eats my flesh and yet its still beautiful as it kills me i am truly a moth to a flame
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
pyromania
call me a pyromaniac but i will simply call myself a lover of warmth and light. i have been an arson in my own home, over and over, not my house built up from the earth with brick, and mortar, but my home. this body. this skin. because there is nothing more beautiful than the way the flames leaped high enough to foxtrot with the chandelier , or the way the smoke curled with every heart beat, or blink of an eye, whispering sweet nothings to clean air in my lungs or the way I danced barefoot to the beat of the fire alarm, look at me and my passionate party! maybe, i am a pyromaniac going out of my mind and into a box of matches, or maybe, my soul is on fire, fueled while I bleed my kerosene blood, and I have simply learned to dance in my own flames.
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Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
pyromania
Just another machination of my poor imagination I try to hold, it all comes loose Beneath the sun, beneath the aging noose. Obligated by design I wave my hand, you turn back time Taking orders 'til I'm dead It doesn't matter, you're just in my head. Give in to pyromania To satisfy my cranium And when I do get burnt, the scars mark every lesson learnt, at least thus far. I wish that I could satisfy the image that I know that I could realize if I could just do this or that or these, but it's all bust. I'm sick and tired of being told what people think I think. It's old. I listen to your words again, smile, nod my head, and just pretend.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Dead End, One Way, No U-Turn
As i walk in your house Pouring gasoline around the place And there you are, tied up. Your beautiful cries Light my heart on fire Your scarlet eyes It's all that i desire. I kiss your cherry lips I serve you some wine It's almost ready, can you smell? Tonight we're going straight to hell. Remember when we met We were a perfect match The warmth of your smile Your red cheeks, the crimson sky You were a devil in disguise. The flames of our love Burned brighter than the sun Now all that remains, is my heated passion I'll send you home Don't worry, you're not alone We'll travel together To meet your father The satan himself. Why do you struggle? Let me drain your blood Stop causing trouble While i form the sign of our love Finally, our contract is ready I ignite the candles and now we're steady.
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
Pyromania
Tears shake me I want someone to bless me feeling so oddly queer and I don’t know what I’m doing here is it *** or is it drugs hex myself I think I need a hug for the self or for the hoes I’m needing something to fill the holes of lost loves I’m feeling rough I got my mind stuck in a rut I miss my babes from past lives I miss my old self I don’t know why I keep pushing through to the next breath do y’all know how hard I try to be the light to be the sun I want to be the one for friends to come home to I breathe to live free but keep asking myself why I’m suffering is it the jealousy or just feeling too sluggish sometimes too buff I think to myself do they think I’m a man I think to myself I’m doing what I can their thoughts don’t matter my life I’m climbing ladders how high I’m always asking to the sky we’re always passing don’t know if I pass don’t know why I ask so many friends I’m learning loved ones come straight from that ****** sun nothing makes sense I light a cigarette light some incense thats what the fire signs tell me my pyromania is always testing me figured imma struggle till I die but please just know I try
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Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
Summer feels
Most of my Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat with out an ankh (caws away) aimlessly bobbing - and drowning akin to a besotted drinker just out of rest to be rescued by Mister Rinker sea ming lee without any hook, line and sinker despite being gifted with an above average thinker from without, where two myopic ocular orbs did winker. All thru academia just barely passing grades metaphorically suffered from anemia, and at my nadir, thy prepubescent psyche plummeted lovely bones into grave state, sans anorexia minus bulimia mental health also linkedin shot thru through with healthy dose of dysthymia cap (tinned em man hint mettle) kept awake with insomnia peppering cerebral cortex with monomania buzzfeed ding somnambulant zombified condition with a burning desire toward pyromania nsync with unmanageable raging (red dee and bull lush) testosterone spawning satyromania the above particularly accentuated, and cresting with accursed triskaidekaphobia most agonizing, when orbitz around Earth demarcated ten plus on a Friday the thirteenth, hence death be not proud sought after utopia pleading, longing, and hooping if I Willoughby able to sprinkle cremated ashes across Xenia.
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
On Lacking Sticktoitiveness