Immolation Poems - Poems about Immolation

Both of me became an alcoholic, at last. Time to split into a third. The first was too funny, not focused enough. Fun, but useless, cute but upside down; loved by all except the self; living for a dream. The second was too scary; terrifying with empire focus; intimidating professors and local chickens, keeping them awake at...

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Both selves have fallen, to the drink at last, A time to forge the third, and split anew. The first: Too funny, fleeting dreams have passed, Too light for purpose, upside-down yet true. Beloved by all but self—so lost, so sweet, Its hollow laughter echoed through the night. The second, cold with empire’s pallid beat, Kept the professors' chickens up in fright. The...

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Anointed in Kerosene to confer in agony with ignited desecration of mortal flesh to bone, seared by melting anguish writhe blistering contortions through a suppressed discomfort in furious continual thresh heshers pernicious by physical immolation. Written on Apr/27/2024...

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to free this specter from its host caught in a body like bear trap a house made of arms that can't let go my hearth’s flame is selfish, unwilling to part with smoke without separation i will choke at the memory of a pleasant smog sewn into the wrists of silver tinged fingers there is rust in my bloodstream the wear and tear of...

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Inevitably, tears of love, of sorrow, tears that stem from my heart, flow whenever I think of your sacrifice, the ultimate payment of a high price. You were a principled, brave man who refused to budge from your plan, one that would shake a nation, the world! Watching the horror left my soul whirled, shattered, shaken, sad. You deserved better than your fate which...

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Swim my world. Under shadows havoc cry I bend this for you, pressing onto paper, a Caravaggio dawn falling westward. In madness beauty born, will thee watch the Dark machine, its gears of blood slipping through the Eternal art of madness, of war, of silence? No more On the rage of things that could have been, will There ever be, another as Empty…as me....

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The pale faced young damsel By evening turned into a blushing bride Her cheeks made red with rouge And her lips glossed in cherry red But the makeup artist, before Seeing the magic of his deft touch By some sudden mental derailment In a bid at self immolation, Set fire to himself Badly burned by the inferno He plunged into the waters below One more...

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You can destroy yourself When you allow emotions rule you Especially when you are being manipulated...

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"Immolation" I move into you like a roaring Queensland Summer You’re overtaken by heat, yet think I’m unobtainable I’m too far away A grown-arsed man owns the footsteps he walks in travels his world scared of a woman gone grown-arsed girl “Man Oh Man she’s so not safe, she’s so non-linear” I move into you like a roaring Queensland Summer You think I’m...

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Born as a liberal Jew in Germany, An young Diarist famed posthumously....

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I HAVE FIVE THINGS TO SAY Heaven above crying, With the virtue of living blurred, Hell below obscure, Today the sun got murdered. The storm is coming, Putting heaves of dead finally at peace, Leaning in the god smiled, He knew when his existence ceased. Today the sun got murdered, And no one heard it scream, Nothing but empty sky remains, Its ashes went down the stream. Memory...

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Black wings are beating a sharp tattoo, A-tattering on your skull. A raven is perched on all of you There is: a bone-white hull. The love of your youth, she floats in mist. Your triumphs and brave defeats And manhood expire. No dreams exist. Just bones, where the black wing beats...

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