#fire poetry

[slut4poets]

My heart is on fire

Tired of the cold 

Spiteful of the old

It has one last wire 

Why her?

[cat-loving-elf]

"yapping with rhymes"

(vol. 1) (maybe there will be more volumes B] )

today we have a light drizzle

i'll sculpt rhymes with a chisel

those rhymes so fire you’ll sizzle

it has no meaning, but still i’ll bizzle

my sprite gonna fizzle

man i love sprite

darn sprite, drunk in the night

the fizzly feel on yo tongue

just as if there an opera sang

might, flight, light, kite, aight

lotta rhymes for sprite

one should not fight

cause not to rhyme - that’s not a right

so come on, spit fyre with your might

lines are great, no need to feel fright

i’m spitting those rhymes like a gun

but i don’t wanna run

i’m just chilling here

time? that’s no fear

i got some good gear

by that i mean my head

it’s like a rhyming shed

a shed o’ rhymes, if you will

on those lines will be executed: kill

cause im killing those rhymes and lines

my rhyme-o-meter at least inclines

where is it, where is it to find?

well, it’s all in my mind

[flowerytale]

Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020

[themachomoron]

If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "assault," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

[firenaition]

thinking about what zuko means to azula and weeping. he's a traitor but he's your brother. he held you when you were born. he's banished for being too weak to hurt your father and you learn to hate his goodness. he is somewhere in the world carrying your eyes. he misses your absent mother more than he loves you but that is the price you pay for being the one who stayed. he never grants you this same kindness. you are faster and deadlier and better but it doesn't change the fact that your brave big brother used to tell you stories of dragons every time it stormed because you were so afraid of the thunder. he is the only one who understands what it means to bear the brunt of your bloody inheritance. he crumbled under the weight of it, but you stayed. you always stay. he is half of you. you hate being betrayed.

you don't love him. he's your big brother. who could you possibly love more?

[dialectical--revolution]

Forged With Fire

Fiery and hot Oh, she is forged with fire It lives within her.

And she channels it to give herself a voice and a power…

And oh, she’s burning She’s burning in the ether The fire consumes.

Warm and courageous…

Her transformation From child to warrior It was all inside.

That girl is on fire…

Fire into smoke Oh, ideas into action Transformation, now!

For blood must have blood.

Smarter than she knew Into the void, she went on Fighting the battle

Fighting to protect the ones she loved.

Facing the world on Oh, she was ready to fight! With eyes wide open.

[betterlifeinoverall-rethabilep]

Smoke To Fierce Fire Chase

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[agirlnamedbone]

by Amy Meissner

[heverything]

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"I THOUGHT OF YOU." // CLOSE, BUT NOT CLOSE ENOUGH

Adrianne Lenker anything // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Ingmar Bergman from a letter to Liv Ullmann // Sonya Vatomsky Salt Is For Curing // Isaac Marion Warm Bodies // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Richard Siken Crush // Leah Horlick For Your Own Good // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Roland Barthes A Lover's Discourse: Fragments // Bret Easton Ellis The Rules of Attraction // Thomas E. Yingling "My Way Home is Through You," Hart Crane and the Homosexual Text: New Thresholds, New Anatomies // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Adrianne Lenker anything // Frank Bidart "Guilty of Dust," Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016 // Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (2019) dir. Céline Sciamma // Yrsa Daley-Ward Bone

[slut4poets]

reminder of the true

A burning house

A memory of hope

Things that had meaning 

All put to waste

Left with the true

The used

A body

And a soul

Burnt

But

Still alive

[ritikajyala]

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s i know fire like i know my home; they burn the same.

[themachomoron]

When Mary Shelly wrote "I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other" god I really felt that

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "lifedance," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire