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-elixir- Jul 2020
The
      acid
             drips
                     down
                              my
                                   throat
                                              as
                                                   I
                                                      think
                                                                of
                                                                      you
it burns me inside as I turn into ashes, just in time for a rebirth
where were your gods when rome was set aflame?

—— no one heard your cries // a
26. julliet 2020
9:12 am
lua Jul 2020
skies of blue and cloudless nights
quiet places and blank minds
feeling tiny, feeling blind
remembering, forgetting, nevermind

missed calls from the unknown
answers for questions of my own
secrets in chambers left alone
the web of lies i have sewn

i'll set it aflame, watch it burn
set it aflame, all things i earned
leave nothing behind, no stone left unturned
these crumbling libraries, these lessons i've learned.

i'll begin again, as i always do
wash it all away, begin anew
open pandora's box, let the chaos spark
i'll leave my name, i'll leave my mark.
Knut Kalmund Jul 2020
yummy.
burned me with a stick today,
smelled like smoky ribs
on a lovely sunday morning pan.

the pain on the pan
sizzled the other pain away.
well done,
as I fancy the most.
Knut Kalmund Jul 2020
the burden on my shoulders
carries me aweigh
charcoaled molding hookers
rotting in the sea

ridding brace from the eldest
granting my last reprieve
and on behalf of myself
let me try to sleep

I won't rise from the dead anymore
for you did not discern me
and all my highnesses are expelled in the blue
so maybe one day they will understand
gallery of
the grievers
ween afar
in plane
to propel
the dance
yet triple
in wings
that triage
Mekong dry-cleaner
those drastic
maitres'd the
guns of
Queen Village
noise plays
guitar in
Market Square
Chris' Cafe in Philadelphia, PA
min Jul 2020
red lips,
high heels,
a few bits
of love feels
like a burning paper —
slowly consuming me
out of uncertainty.
i am burning.
N Jul 2020
I catch a star in my palm, and
it brightens my dark thoughts

God is far from me tonight,
so I pray to the moon

The midday sun burns me
like my mother’s touch
Kaitlin Jun 2020
I am reminded
by my cracked lips,
And the way my mouth
tastes like mouth,
How hot it is in here.
That,
left to my own devices,
I might just burn myself up.

I am reminded
by dragon breaths
Blowing softly
on my forehead
How warm you are out there
That,
left to my own devices,
I could bake myself into all that glow.

And never know
Why I'm still so cold.
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