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Can you smell the smoke? like the smell of summer nights we can barely remember, sitting in circles around a glowing red light. Do you hear the distant crackle?
Burns forests to ash Destroys both good and evil Harbinger of death
I know who I am Rosy streets and stars guide me Now I watch you burn
i want your flames. mesmerizing and beautiful. the smallest flicker still illuminates my mind nightly
Thank you for the likes Thank you for the feels Thank you for understanding You were my everything when I had nothing. Distant love stay around just not around me
I am the soul who started the blaze I began a small fire that burned on for days It wasn’t my fault I tried to believe but all I could do was vanish and grieve the damage I caused I can not understand
Don’t let people burn you, for you are already a gracious fire. Don’t let people use you, for you have so much value. They’ll come to you for warmth,
Burning low with red in deep,A hand impossible to keep.Thus lit by souls unweeping flame,While seeking soul burns not the same
Charred among the ashes stirredA people left here uninterred.No beds of peace or roses here;A feast alight for blackened bird.
This burn under my skin This fire deep within Burns my soul to ashes As the fire my body catches My heart alight My soul takes flight Flees to the grave Where it will stay
When tears slip down her bronze skin, She seeks warmth from the fire. So far away, she craves it with a Burning desire. The crisp winds shroud her in the cold.
Charred wood, Blackened Beyond recognition, Smolders From a forgotten fire. Smoke drifts Lazily into a cloudless sky, Unhampered by the summer breeze. Ash gray coals Die down and
Even the palest light lingers in the mind Alluring, warm, radiantForever glowing, calling. Until our fragile consciousness is broken-And then taken. Drawn in too close, we burn
We ask ourselves, why do we still continue?Why do we still rage this pointless fight?Where is the freedom and love and happiness in this microscopic light?The answer was never in the books we read, the words of our neighbors, but in the hearts and
High five high mind Do I write? or do I type? Higher than the sky my wings will burn I will d i s p e r s e like ashes into the
Snickering and cackling Its sparks are laughing Trying to warm us And staying lit is a must Acting like it was having fun It has the touch of the sun Burning whatever it is touching
If you compared her to a fire You’d find they’re much the same Her heart too hot to touch The fire too wild to tame
Through the years my heart had been stifled The childhood songbird lost its voice And the feathers of its wings were plucked Until all that was left was withered
I used to shine bright, I was warm and comfortable. I was hopeful. I loved myself. But over time I began to falter. I slowly began to dim, I began to turn to black.
We cannot say what we are not,
this rage within me slowly dies, I find myself in the fire, slowly depleting- forging into a quiet night. Beside He stands, pulling me out of this infernal blaze His healing hand has lead me to stand.
Even if all the contents Confined within The cage of one's soul Were to spill Could we understand them? Such a question In such a queer situation Was presented to me When the sky had
Burn the messagesThe memories char and crinkle until they’re nothing more than what they should have been,what you made them-kindling for the fire burning in the living room of my new house.
crackling amber flame, consuming all that it can reach. tears of wax bubble down the sides, heat radiating from a lonely source. the wick curling in withering pain,
I am fire Wild and unforgiving Soothing yet destructive My lips? They cannot be sealed I cannot be contained I started out as a match Insignificant, quiet But now I am a raging inferno
There’s something about your presence I just can’t explain It’s like burning fire and pouring rain Take my hands Take my feet Make me your sanctuary
A cumbersome, catatonic existence can burn at my handsand I'll keep the torch with me, an old friend caught between young palms,ash and emotion make me stand:
Poor little whore boy, You sit there in your office, Reviewing your files. Looking for your next case.
There is a sick satisfaction to peeling burnt skin. The skin that lifts from being scortched by the sun. I am burned.
You gazed at me like I was wildfire,
How? How can I let my emotions Come back into play When they have destroyed me
I stare into a shrinking candle’s flickering flame on my dusty, wax stained rug, on empty, still, Friday nights.
She's so innocent, so sweet Quiet girl, bustling world Why can't she break free? Why can't she scream? Never being noticed or seen So badly she wants the world to see
Within this uncompromising maze, the faceless men in white suits force you to stumble along the path from point A to B. Tall white walls confiscate creativity and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God.
When you look me in eyes , i feel like melting away. When i dont talk to you , i feel like i cant go another day. The way you say my name, makes me want to jump with glee.
First time i saw her i thought nothing of it, She was another face, among thousands. Another body, among millions. But a spark, a spark that would set my body on fire, Her beauty was not striking, her body less so.
I feel. Unspoken words I feel a wrath beyond my state Whether to a walk with or without I can't let go. I can't do so The dark throughout the void
Her heart is slowly dying. Her scars grow deeper and deeper. As she is no longer trying. Only watching the calamity beat her. The fire surrounds her soul. She can no longer breathe, just take it in.
I didn’t mean to burn the roof we built; I didn’t mean to watch you grab at ash with desperate tries. You see, the side that you put up was hammered shut with hulking hope and simple trust,
I wanna watch the whole world burn down! I wanna see everybody suffer and die! Watch their bodies turn black and crisp, watch them shrivel up and turn to dust.
Sacrilege Sanctimony bastards and heathens burn burn incinerate light them up watch the flames reach ever higher burn burn
I used to think that bubble wrap, Was the best way to go. That touching the world, Through a pane of glass, Was better than feeling the warmth, Beneath my fingers.
Screw the people who break us down so much, that we become senseless and open If that’s an opportunity, damn, love, just consider me your token Let’s strip the truth of all its beauty
If there's light in love, How were we so dark? Why all this pain? why all the muck Love is supposed to be beautiful... We were a Nuesance, to us and each other
It had been there for the longest time A nail in place of this heart of mine Eyes blank and wandering in darkness I never understood why it was mine But it always burned
I admire the person who could be so confidently wrong, The person who could condescendingly know not of anything, Many things, look for every seam, just to bark up my tree. Insult for your comedy, so funnily.
Understand, this is not right.Listen, hear me warn you.This is not a fair fight.You will fail, win, lose.
Birch, Your bark once white Is now black From all the things we can’t take back. You’ve shivered in the wind But now you burn because we’ve sinned Your shade may be no longer,
I watched you burn today. I wrote your name on a piece of paper, and told it All the things that you never wanted to hear. I watched you burn today. I spoke about all the times you made me feel
It is because of you That I am lost it is because of you that I Have been found It is the fire that you Gave to me That heats my hot air Balloon I am floating in midair
Has he even noticed? Or does he even care? This car is turning, racing but we're going nowhere. He steps on the gas, my heart begins to flutter. We're free falling fast, but without God's ruder.
Don't let it go Fight the urge to die Always needing more, Reaching and fighting for more Let it burn Don't let it go Fight the urge to die