Flame and Longing
Golden edges flare up like flames from the light of an amber sun
A giant hole searing in the middle of my chest
The smoking evidence of something lost and something left behind
In my memory like the sun in a rearview mirror
My chest into thousands of mist-grey ashes
My mind with passion's putrid, longing gasoline
A match lights
I am aflame
Let me burn out as a comet tearing a vengeful, searing line across the sky
I'm submersing myself in my current project. Feel free to message me or stop by just to say hello. There will be a few poems posted here and there I'm sure, as there are always a few of those bouncing back and forth between my ears. Mostly, however, I'll be working on my "project" and will only be by every now and then. Take care and see you all soon!
"To me the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make."
"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all." -Emily Dickinson
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."
"I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree." -Joyce Kilmer
"Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy." -Anne Frank