"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.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
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.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
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.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 4:42 AM UTC
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.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
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.
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
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
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
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.
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
With an all-consuming fire,
He pulls out his lighter.
A little flame of hope
For a hopeless little pyro
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
Pyromania teaches you
something;
Playing with fire
is much like
playing with hearts,
someone will always
feel the burn.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
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.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
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?
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
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
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 9:44 PM UTC
*we whispered with passion
made love to a lie
we burned with a fire
that destroyed you and I*
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
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
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
(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?
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
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.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
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.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
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
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
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
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
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.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
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.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
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.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
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
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
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.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC