#fire metaphor

[afteritwasred]

Underwater:

I can't bring myself to fall in love with What hasn't seen the whites of his eyes, When he misses your head by an inch And the gape in your skulls full of flies There is rot under my flesh, lover The backyard grows over my bones But can't you stay in my arms forever Or until we can make this hell a home If you haven't seen him when he wants blood I can't trust you any further than a mile And you can take the love letters, Stack them in a burning pile You're something made of fire And guess what? So am I Let's burn these old coffins, love Let the backyard fill with his flies I want to love you but I can't help it Too scared to hold you any closer There's only one thing for it, Hold your breath, I'll love you underwater

[kindnessisstillhere]

Dusk's Amber Fire

Of course the dusk is peaceful,

That doesn’t change the fire,

The colours of flames spreading,

For a while encompassing the sky.

It’s an ending to thing left behind,

Like burning school books end of year,

Or sacrificing gifts from old friends,

Toxic family members, anyone you escaped,

And giving them to the fire.

So each day the sky says goodbye,

Burns the trials of the time away,

And lets us all begin anew.

What anger should I have for dusk?

When its fire cleanses and releases

The things that will hinder us?

[glacierhousebi]

If you had truly wanted to watch the world burn, I would’ve set it on fire for you.

(perhaps it’s a good thing you left).

-v

[allthethingsineversaidtoanyone]

I should've known nothing good could come from a match falling in love with gasoline. We turn ourselves into a fire, let it consume us. We relish as the flames turn our bones into smoke. We burn bright and fast in what feels like forever and not long enough. This is a twisted kind of love, a special kind of hurt, but we rather burn alive than feel nothing at all.

I rather burn out than wither away - Laura L. 

[kindnessisstillhere]

Smoke and Fire

My brain is the edge of an explosion,

It’s been teasing to go for a month,

More screaming or numbness,

Emotions so volatile I can’t keep up.

There’s been smoke in the air

And I’ve tried to avoid it, avert it.

Tried asking for help in ways I can see,

Then taking what was offered to me.

There’s still a lot of smoke,

I wonder when I’ll see the flames,

Or if I already have and misrecognised.

Perhaps the fire is an afternoon crying,

Finding my thoughts to dark to stand,

Even when I tried to focus and fight through.

It’s just my brain, my mental health,

I wish I knew what to ask to get help.

Instead I don’t, can’t go through trying again,

Not when I know the outcome already.

The only hope for change would be research

And that scares me to contemplate.

Where there’s smoke there’s a fire,

Whether it’s been and dying

Or just beginning to grow,

The smoke shows the fire is there.

Wonder how this will go.

[intheend-allwillburn]

Dancing Together

At first, we both sparked, fueling each other to become strong flames. We danced together, always helping when the other dimmed their light.

Then before I could notice, you took more and more without giving back. Your flame was strong, lighting up rooms and warming others while I struggled to stay lit.

After I wasn’t available to be used as fuel, I was snuffed with no answer as to why. You still danced on as if nothing had changed for you.

But my fire still burns. The ashes used to snuff me helped me grow stronger and became my fuel.

Now I burn bright with others by my side who allow me to shine and let me warm them without stealing all I have.

I still miss your light but can’t remember your warmth.

[emily-the-poetess]

He’s the fire Of my life & I keep Getting burned But so far From his flame I shiver awake, Though I’ve been Pushed away I could nudge My way back Though I’m Not sure I Should allow His embrace But it’s dark All alone Out here In the cold & no blankets Can reach To my soul

[birdiebirdieboo]

Dear Tony Abbott

I am not a fence.