My body is Centralia:

If you hang around long enough

You’ll see smoke escaping crevices

The roaring flames hissing

Through my rib cage

The population dwindles, most recognize

The danger of living there,

But there’s always the few who refuse to leave

Their love burns hotter than any mine fire...

It’s….beautiful…

The trees dance beneath an ethereal glow,

Golden light gleaming where shadows grow.

They crackle and split, their laughter as fire,

Ashes ascending, dark plumes climb higher.

Smoke weaves soft sashes, the sky it mars,

Flowing like waves in a sea of golden stars.

The light drifts gently on the night’s cool breeze,

A fleeting warmth through the whispering trees.

I reach to catch ...

I loved to read

I yearned to share

and I needed to learn.

I read for endless hours

I could answer every question

and I just wanted more

I danced and sang

I skipped and played

I had friends

I was happy

and I was ok

The fire inside me burnt bright

with brilliant sparks of amber and rose

Shining flames of gold and maroon

My spark my joy

my love

burned passionatly

but they dont like optimistic litt...

Fire is a fickle fiend

When I exhale all my anger

It roars like the lions in my head

When I cry out all my sadness

It dips down like the dying daisies in my eyes

When I kiss the flames with my happiness

It was dances like the undoubtful Danes in my dreams

When I tell tales of all my love affairs

It burns and simmers

Like the heat rising to my cheeks

Fire is a fickle fiend

Like the mind that so val...

Dear dad

Where did you go when I needed you

How are you gonna bury me

You gotta see your son too see it through

Motherfucker left for milk and took the scenic route

Motherfucker left me with a unscenic view

Your just another John

So it’s on sight

When you see the roof

The Apple doesn’t fall far from

The tree

And heaven fell from

A bite of fruit

So when I’m hell on earth

That piece is a...

The standing is eternal

Salty fluid pools on my skin

The holes in my head must be filled

I don’t have a body.

I like to pretend I never did

Profound, isn’t it

The sound of silence....

Fire burns in my veins

My head is heated with flames.

They fuel the rage inside

And they helps bring it to light

Fire surrounds us all

But only to few do they call

No one can put them out

And if they do, they’ll get them back about

Flames kill and burn

But only the strongest will not be hurt...

The lake is full so they light a fire instead

Carry me to it, marching me to hell

And the men sing their tuneless songs,

To the beat of the church bell.

I imagine it will ring again, once I am dead.

My dress clings to me like a second skin,

There is a mess of hands pulling at the hem

Some belong to children, they thinks it’s a game.

I curse the rest but I spare them

As the air around me thickens,...

Iv’e only ever seen it contained.

Once while driving.

Many a times sitting.

Cooking too.

The strange thing is

It’s so present

It’s so known

Yet is it even here?

If you look at it for a while

This weightless thing

You begin to see its lack of shape

Lack of structure and support

Peoples fingers go through it

People’s lives are consumed by it

Yet every time I light a candle

It’s only the candle ...

They danced

much longer than crewfew

Learning the light

So the plain things

Are plain to see.

Rotting wildflowers.

Rage and passion blend into a bleeding sunset.

Goodbyes that sound like

Death toll.

The beat of a drum

Right on que.

Somebody new.

Not trying to get burned before

The cold sets in.

I reached my hand out in the dark.

You handed me a knife.

You watched while I cut ...