Set ablaze Let it ignite Let it be erratic I don’t feel ashamed I feel glad That I was able to burn What we once had No more love That is long gone I may be crazy But am going to set you Ablaze in the night sky

Ignite the ashes, let them burn unto flames. Watch the fire creep into the world, Like a blush unto ashamed cheeks. A flame fast spreading An inextinguishable fire. Eraticly covering The land consuming all in its path. A flame unto the trees, Exploding into meniacial destruction An end fast approaching A flame

Is time my friend or foe? Your power over me ignites my soul in such a profound way! You control our emotional state and witness our most vulnerable moments in our lifetime. You force us to relentlessly and constantly move forward. There is no retracting from you or putting you on a standstill. When we turn our heads to look back, I close my eyes and rely on my mind to reflect through memories in order to relive the moment that has past. Yet, Our erratic behaviour takes over when tragedy hits us, wanting you to speed up time to heal our wounds and forget our unwanted thoughts and feelings. To bury it in the past forever. Ashamed to ever speak of it again and crave for more time to pass so we can move to a better place or future without the pain and agony haunting us ever again. You have the greatest power over us! You hold our happiness bottled up and stored from our infancy to our last breath on this earth. However, Without you, our lives are meaningless, diaspora through space and time that eventually becomes unknown to our soul purpose and what we call life. Such a predicament but it will be your friendship I hold dearly .

A burning sensation erupts within me. Itching desire within me igniting like the soft spark of a flame. Tethered to the depths of my departing soul. Standing high and mighty electricity deviled deeply in me, just clinging onto the sweet resolve of the edge. For what I’m about to do curls my stomach into a pit. Should I be ashamed? Am I nothing but selfish for yielding to such depravity? Sweat drips down my left temple, I am at war with the voice serenading me. It whispers to just let go, my aching body choking for it’s mercy, to be at peace and for a sliver of silence in this moment. For I am so beyond the thought of ending my life. The only way to cure this aching desire to feel nothing. Is but to feel everything all at once.

Eratic, ignite, ashamed Burn Ignite, ashamed, erratic Run Ashamed, erratic, ignite Jump Falling Crashing Jolting Awake. Ashamed, erratic, ignite.

beauty in how i always know its you on the edge of the couch because its the only place you go feeling ashamed on how the book sounds open your eyes ignite dynamite in our sky a faint echo in the pane only my eratic mind another day in your design

To pass those, Who stand in the way, You may choose to ignore, Or choose to push them back. You may choose to ignite a flame at their feet — To reduce them to ashes, Or you might make them feel ashamed, Or perhaps politely ask for them to move. Or you could become erratic, They will always be guessing, Until you find a way, To make a path through. No matter which road you take, You should try your hardest, To get past those, Who get in the way. Shove them out of your path, Ask them politely, Burn them to the ground, Whichever you prefer, really.

First, it burned. It burned in her chest and boiled in her stomach. And then she ignited. Eratic, wild, and merciless flames. You cannot reason with fire, you cannot fight it. It simply happens and you watch. And the shame, it never goes away. Like the scars on her face.

I go up in flames expressing my love for you. Watch me ignite. An infinite flame I have for you. But alas, I am ashamed. I love you? Watching the whole world spin as I go erratic. You’re just another girl, but my personal accelerant. Save me.

At night in the dark, my brain likes to spark It ignites like a fire my most selfish desires I feel ashamed for feeling this way Is it so wrong to want what others have And not just be left with no pass? My brain hops from one thing to the next In an erratic dance with no rythem or end Why can’t my thoughts just let me sleep Oh to be able to sleep peacefully, And endlessly, in my own bed