pyromaniac
perverted fire starter
loving her fires
believe it or not
she is me and I am her
loving my fires
Categories:
pyromaniac, fire,
Form: Senryu
Tonight you'll rise
from the ash of a story
no one claims
Strike a light, toss the match,
face awash, watch it catch
There's glory in the flames!
The trust you've earned blackened and charred,
just turn and cross back through the yard
and let fire burn to dust what remains...
Categories:
pyromaniac, fire, longing, romantic love,
Form: Other
The polka dotted tit mouse was not tame.
She did not like faeries, it was her claim.
She loved dogs, had a female great dame.
Serendipity was her doggie’s name.
Polka dotted tit mouse had one big aim.
A pyromaniac, she loved a flame.
Burned a forest but never took the blame.
I know this may sound a little bit lame.
But burning stuff was her natural game.
Titmouse never meant to kill or to maim.
Unfortunately she did both, just the same.
Categories:
pyromaniac, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
When I go to start a fire,
In the middle of the farm,
I find a spot beneath a tree,
That has a bit of charm.
Handfuls of dead gum leaves,
And a few twigs to set alight.
It’s simple, beautiful, just take a match,
And it’s burning throughout the night.
Burning and warming and heating,
As I walk around.
Then a short little breeze blows,
And the embers fall to the ground.
Then the fire becomes a blaze,
And the blaze becomes a storm.
I love it, I’m not a pyromaniac,
I just create sexy art form.
Categories:
pyromaniac, fire,
Form: Quatrain
We are fire
Dancing in the wind
To the left, to the right
'Till the end of sight
Cascading down and down and still further
Silence, not our forte
We blaze
Red, blue, white hot
We, the undefeated
We are the champions of the night
Spreading wider, and even more
We spread, until the breath of life lives no more
Categories:
pyromaniac, fire, imagery,
Form: Free verse
this buildup of stress
this place of unrest inside
this eagerness to end the
frustration
this place of darkness residing
within
this hatred of all around
this want to relieve the
sexual craving---
animal
lust
take
control,
kerosene is so cheap
gasoline smells so
wonderful,
the match,
the rush
the burning line along the pavement,
the rising light---
all that started from
a burning candle,
that only thing left for
one alone
on their own
in a room
where no one cares &
never had
to begin with---
now revenge is whole
revenge is total
revenge is euphoric
revenge is sensual &
as the raging fire grows
the rising climax creeps
up,
the ecstatic nature of this complete
******, unreachable by any other means
takes hold &
rocks the body into remedy,
but for one more moment,
taking away all those buildings of the world,
so simply done &
so
perfectly
satisfying---
as the pleasure begins to ebb,
to wash through,
s/he is
convinced that this was good enough for
now.
Categories:
pyromaniac, life, sensual,
Form: Free verse