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Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
Interestingly enough

Pale skin women

Who go Brazilian

And love to suntan in the buff

Better not fall asleep

On their backs

Or they'll be called 'hot stuff'

For all the wrong reasons
Echo Mar 2020
if i must die then that's alright
but you forgot how furies fight
and so you think i'll let you go
bow down to your scheming, no -

you're mistaken

you won't listen, that's just fine
the only crucial act is mine
and you can't stop me
your fear trying to rob me

i'll take you down with me

you saw the cute
and you have made
the last of your fatal mistakes
you looked down on my anger
thought it small as me

it's enough to burn you right the **** down
N Mar 2020
She struck a match and
lit the poet’s fire in me,

then left me to burn in
the flames of my loneliness

Now, I suffocate on the smoke,
and breathe it in like I write poetry
N Aug 2019
Love
is the glowing flame,
and you melt
as it approaches

Listen,
be careful
with that flame,
or it’ll burn you
when that love
starts to sting

They’ll decide to leave you,
and you’ll remain with nothing,
but the fading ashes of that love  

You’ll lose the passing-by warmth
that once visited your frigid heart

So light up a cigarette,
and put out the ongoing fire
inside your chest with smoke
N Jul 2019
Until dawn,
a cigarette ash
flew into her right eye

The cigarette remained alight
despite the flood of tears
streaming down her cheeks  

With such a hell
blazing inside her,
she put out fire with smoke

Solitude was her
only consolation,
and all she longed for

There is not a soul
that she yearns for,
but for hers to burn out
Maja Mar 2020
Like a candle, small
fragile, easy to blow out

with a set time to burn
always flickering about

like a candle,
we live like the light;

we burn short,
but we burn bright.
.
Gray Dawson Mar 2020
I've been lost in thought
Not saying the important things like hey, hello, please don't say that
It's not like I had forgotten. But I didn't rightly remember, either
The world keeps spinning but I don't notice
I have forgotten the forgotten, and in doing so, the world has forgotten me
I'm not pleased to say but the world was going to burn anyway
Who cares if I burn with it, if I spin with it, or if I live with it
There is no point in caring about the forgotten, no point in remembering
So why bother trying to forget the remembered or remember the forgotten
It's a paradoxical nightmare you can't get rid of
So I just think and think and think until I'm lost
Keith Strand Feb 2020
Things you burn
On your porch at night

Watching the fire churn
Until it all feels right

Preparing for tomorrow
When you’ll try to be enough

Drowning in your sorrow
Nobody said it’d be this rough

Watching the things you’ve lost
And things you’ve tossed

Into the fire

Burn
This was written about my friend Mady
KK

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