The brightness in my soul

For as long as the torch burns

I am thriving

Fire is all I do

For I am called Fire eater

I can shape and manifest it’s beauty

And control it

Fire is dangerous but

It’s comforting

In the dark times

For it shapes

To shapes of the mind

The heat scars people

But yet they use it to cool and clean

It light burns bright

Different hues of color

Makes it fasenitatin...

Flames

Flickering and flashing

Licking my fingers

As i reach out

The warmth a comfort and a curse

Red

A blazing hot fire

Engulfing my senses

I can’t escape

But I like it here

Sparks

Burn holes where the land

Like digging in the sand

But hot

And painfuk

Fire spreads

Around my room

Trapping me

I feel the heat

And i can breathe

I love the way the fire dances

It dosent worry about romances

Or any...

I can’t help but stare into it

Why does it flicker this way?

It looks so gentle

Yet can destroy everything it touches

It is so intricate

Yet so plain

It is warm and comforting

But stings when I get too close

How can something be so beautiful

Yet so contradicting...

What you call arson I call art

The way the flames dance

Casting shadows with their light

Feeling the warmth on my skin

Unable to get closer to the blaze

The thrill of choking on smoke

And not getting caught by the law

Till it’s all black and ashen

Not lasting the passing time

But that only adds to its beauty

The beauty of flickering fire...

Strength and power

In a single flickering flame

Makes most people glower

But she will call it tame

In its dance, it whispers

Both a force wild and free,

A fire that stirs the heart’s cold ember,

And shows what one could be

Tough it burns and blazes,

It seeks to light the way,

From those who rise from the ashes,

To face another day...

The crackling light that glows in a dark room,

The gas that can melt you into a crisp.

The thing everyone is scared of-

Except me.

I don’t get why they dislike it,

Why they have an entire job to stop it in it’s path.

I don’t get why they flea when it catches their sight,

Leaving everything behind.

The beautiful light,

The warm feeling it makes,

The nice smell of smoke,

Like you’re right next to...

What’s so damning about flames, is how beautiful they are before consuming you.

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As a tyke, they warned me to stay clear of the fiery boy. “Don’t let the charming smile fool you” they said. “They all burn us.” But instead of frolicking with my sisters in the snow that never bit, I’d crouch in secret and observe the boy aflame.

I watched him try to build sno...

Have you ever wanted to touch something really bad? You know you shouldn’t, but there is an urge, it hurts but it feels so good.

Have you ever pinched yourself to feel the pain? Have you ever slit your wrists, feeling the tingling sensation before the fire rushes up, blood gushing as it falls to the floor in circular splats?

You know you shouldn’t enjoy the sting of a cold blade, or the burn of ...

The brick fireplace was my favourite place in the world. Flames always danced in front of my face, sparkling in my eyes. Heat radiated off my face, making me sweat.

It was warm, but it felt good. The light burnt my eyes, but I liked it.

It wasn’t enough, though. It’s never enough. I need more. More. More!

I never remember what happens. First it was the stable. Then the house. And now school.

W...

When they learned that they had the ability to create flames with little more than a flick of their wrist, of course they’d fall in love.

The warmth claims them just as they claim it, and it’s a testament to their practicing that they can control the fires they create now. No others have had this sort of ability in the past.

Some may call it sinful, some may call it evil, but the Azar family kno...