You were a beautiful summer campfire.
The kind that draws you in with its warmth,
makes the night feel less lonely,
makes you want to sit a little closer.
So I did.
At first, I didn't mind the sting.
The warmth was too comforting,
too familiar,
too beautiful to walk away from.
But eventually, the warmth became a sear.
The comfort became pain.
And I realized I had been standing so close to the fire
that I couldn't feel myself burning anymore.
You were once the fire that kept me warm.
Until I realized
I was sacrificing myself just to stay close to you.
And maybe that's the hardest lesson,
don't keep reaching for the fire that burns you
just because you remember how warm it used to be.
Sometimes loving yourself means
stepping away from the warmth
before it becomes ash.
I
roam
alone
where the ghosts
cannot touch my spark,
nor steal the sear of soaring moon,
for I am the violet zenith of an arcane
chimera aching and breathing in the afterglow of primordial love magic ~
and in the saudade of stars, I held my muse… as tonight, I need you a little closer than the homesick heat kissing this soul in silence,
as I no longer weep as a victim of the devil’s weak harbingers, camouflaged in color-drifting liquid currents of lethal lapis blue, as if these sighs of forgiveness resemble the face of a fool’s paradise…
I heard the hollowness that this heart hithers ~
but to tame my tears, must I trust the twilight
that ripped me in tremors and toxic tales,
the titanium lightning that traded me thirsty,
like the thunder that cuts across the ribbed sky?
these tantalizing trembles of Thor have left me,
wilting in memories, where moon rests in malice
and the monsoon maiden murmurs in wrath,
unspoken within roars of wallflower leopards ~
who ink me, laced with tiger-lilies and lethal lies.
I ache for you, stretched across sun sighs,
a bereaved goddess of thunderstorms,
vows to sear within silver streaks of solace
stripped of silk and sacrifice,in rust-skin revolt,
seething a smile across slaughtered stars,
and be the Bronté light in brooding blindness,
that cunning cyans cease to code and conceal,
I am the feminine glitch of golden gloom ~
perfumed with mercuric petals that echo rain,
in the restless release of reverent renaissance...
Ring 'round
Heart found,
Mouth flesh,
Kiss fresh,
Pulse sear,
Vow clear,
Hands rite
Held tight,
Body press,
Warm Yes...
Love beam
No seam,
Soul sheen
Truth seen,
Lips felt,
Light melt...
J.A.B.
After all that’s happened
I never sat down to think.
I always wanted to push forward
and never looked back.
Who wants to sit down with pain?
Especially when all it does is hurt you.
It showed me parts of me I don’t like
and I try not to blame you.
Some days I curse you under my breath.
I daydream about if things had worked?
Then I get nightmares about doing that.
I try to think past the what ifs and
Accept what happened between us.
If I had the power to either forget you,
Or make you love me like I love you.
I’d choose to forget you.
Gasoline doesn’t control a dying flame.
You cut me deeply where the wound
Still feels the sear of your burning knife
As it thrusts right into my back,
With smoke burning my throat as it escapes
Despite all the pain, I don’t hold onto it.
Where would there be room for love,
If I choose to keep hating you?
Maybe we could’ve been friends,
If things didn’t turn out this way.
I can’t say I’m glad or upset that
We met under these circumstances.
All I have to say is, thank you
And I wish you good luck with
Everything.
5/12/26 12:47 pm
I am the waking sky.
From ravaged rose,
Vivid violets,
Bleeding blues,
And barbed Blackness.
Every bit of flesh, bone, and blood fills with Colors that sear through even iron-skinned bodies.
Rose-wounds, blood oozing from trust torn out of my chest.
Violet is the world stitched quiet at last.
Blue, sorrow puddled under my splintering ribs born from the nights you belonged everywhere but beside me.
And Black,
The part of me carved out by the blade of your tongue,
Left a cavity where warmth used to breathe.
Cold settles like dust in the hollow of my chest.
But even the darkest nights eventually thin,
And the sun emerges washing the darkness in gold that sings and colors carrying a mercy I never expected.
Each ray finds my shattered body where I fell,
The sun caresses me with warm hands pressing trust into my veins,
Light returning to my eyes,
And softness to my skin.
The one you respect
The one you need fear
Is the one who elect
Is the one who sear
The one you cherish
The one you admire
Is the one that perish
Is the one who misfire
Who is who
Between the two
One is the creator
Else an inventor
Loose to gain
Seek to win
Leave all the vain
And cherish the main
We all envy
The hall of their fame
Setting far agony
The pride of an unknown game
Choose today
Not for the pay
Admit the guilt
Far stray the gilt
You have the choice
Life or death
How today so rejoice
Learn the stake of thy breath
The one you choose to help your dream
Still have consent of 'TO DO' from Him
Like an eye looking out through black and blue night.
Scintillating squint in Dead of Winter; looking through
Slat of the Midwinter blind. The Canadian waning of light.
I could have been listening to a sermon, sitting on a pew.
Caught the “deer in headlights,” before the eye closed.
It was like peeping through a hole of the universe; gold.
Tree branches spread out, as if fancy’s figment disclosed.
I’m open to chiaroscuro and the Creator’s diurnal hold.
Could have been an angel’s flashlight, looking for a fleck.
Perhaps where Heaven touches earth, that is so cold.
The wind twines with hymns and the flurries hit the deck.
A groom carries a splendiferous bride across the threshold.
God’s natural art emboldens impressions with constant sear.
The intensity both bold and minute embrace our existence.
Climatically they manifest, grab hold, redirect, and adhere.
Never ending dispersion of colors and seasonal coexistence.
"I wish I knew how to quit you"
You are my love addiction, dear,
Bound together by passion glue,
My heart with yearning, you did sear,
How to quit you, I wish I knew,
My love addiction, dear, you are,
Each day by day, my desire grew,
I am your moon, you are my star,
Between you and me, this flame burns,
This fervent ardour will not die,
It's an intense fire with returns,
It makes me smile, it makes me sigh,
Life with you is a fairy tale
With twists, but a happy ending,
Your manly scent, when I inhale,
To seventh heaven, you're sending,
I crave for you each day and night,
Our connection will glow anew,
Over time, we shall grow more tight,
Glad I don't know how to quit you.
- D
Maria I want your bitter mouth
Maria I want your breasts of dank loam
your breasts of sullen ripeness
your breasts of childbirth
Maria I want the narcotic orchid of your tongue
I want your eyes of treason
your eyes of attack
your eyes of the moment of death
Maria I want to be washed up shipwrecked on your shore
I want to be buried in your breath
I want the venom of your passion to sear my veins
Maria I want to be a universe unborn kicking in your womb
Pray for redemption, will you?
Cry, cry your blackened tears.
Knee bends and splits in stony
supplication.
Pray for deliverance, will you?
Sculpt your catalogue of sin.
A history of misery that has twisted
hearts and corrupted innocence.
Pray for sanctity, will you?
Hands intertwine between prison bars.
Iron cuffs link wrist to cold confinement
and solid perpetuity.
Pray for salvation, will you?
Inhale fuel baptism.
Eye, ear and mouth sear as devoted
regrets ripple from blistered lips.
Pray for purification, will you?
Swallow burning match.
Life explodes into cleansing flame.
Melt down to fiber, layer by layer.
Pray for resurrection, will you?
Angels will not weep, scream or mourn.
Even God will turn away as he understands
that where the slain are, there is me.
Betrayal's Hell
There seems to be no end to this eternal flame. It's bite on my skin, it burns with pain.
There was once hope, as bright as light, but now I am one that is cast out into darkness.
Betrayal's worm does borrows through my mind, Its memory stings. Its thoughts do sear.
I am now bound in betrayal's bottomless pit. Its weight, it does press against my chest. My bones, they are crushed beneath its shadow.
I am now in despair. I am in its tight grasp. Oh, the hell from betrayal.
The red sunset
sends its ubiquitous rays
to cover everything
within its encircling embrace.
The silhouette of lovers
on a park bench
appears to burn with love,
setting passion's scene aglow.
Towering skyscraper windows
reflect the sunset's crimson stare
like a thousand glaring eyes
red from sleepless nights.
A fountain's slow trickle
oozes from glowing garnet angels
like blood from broken hearts,
bleeding away the sense in life.
Passers-by appear angry,
the sun inviting their innermost thoughts
to sear through bone, flesh, and skin
and silently shout their fears.
The world on fire, set ablaze
by heaven's fury, burns with the intensity
of love's pure passion, man's volcanic thoughts
and life's consuming relentlessness.
And the day-star of time,
the poet of placid skies and lucid scenes,
steps behind the world and leaves it
to put yet another day into perspective.
I find you beneath an ancient tree,
in winter your names I cannot see;
I think fall is the nicest time of year,
for the watercolor hues in my mind sear.
I come with flowers on a pretty day,
following a winding pathway;
then, for days I dream at night,
with tears until morns first light-
After summer’s blistering sear,
Before winter’s accelerating gear,
September arrives with crisp air’s cheer.
Precursor to the season of autumn dear.
A time when soft winds whisper in our ear,
When trees in multi coloured raiments appear.
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