They say her eyes are a sea of blue waves. The waves crash together, The water churning like flames battle. The flames slice at the horizon, And burn the sky. Gentle destruction this is. But wait, Lava pools from the flames, Sliding down the beach over the tan sand. The sand sinks, Falls apart, And is destroyed.
Days passed, and William still was tormented by his father's passing. Every time he closed his eyes for more than a second, he saw the smoldering fire, the blackened corpse, those blood red eyes of a monster. A dark shadow fell across his face, whoever or whatever it was, he would see it put down. Willow had left to see her mother yet again, taking the stranger, Jaden, with her. The whole time he had been here, he had bee...
You came into my life like a wildfire through the dry mountains My heart was drier than the California Mountains after a long drought It looked beautiful all green from outside but was drier inside When you came ablaze I became yours you became mine You burn within me like the fires of the mountains you have sparked my desire like no one could The desire of your beauty the desire of your smile the desire of you...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Blue so black,A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty;Points of diamond ice prick splendourInto this thin, still-born air.Breath is wreathed around my face,Silver sinking, mouth to ground;A glittering mist of moisture's stasisBeads the frozen earth with glass.Silence, heavy,Hope lies coldAnd petrified in ancient wells.Rime a...
“Tony, there’s a fire!” Scout yelled as loud as he could. He could see the smoke rising from the streets of Paris, a glittering mirage of smoky auras that clouded his view. “Oui, I am coming!” Tony screamed. Scout pulled on his hat. This looked like a massive fire. Even bigger than the one he’d put out in London once. That London fire, well, nobody could smoke like the British, and neither could their houses. He could hav...
Light filtered through the musky window. Cobwebs crowded the corners and between objects against the wall. A smooth untouched layer of dust blanketed the whole space. Shattered and broken, the window would never close completely letting in creatures like the barn owl that made its nest here. Quite a brave owl, not even flapping its wings at me as I pass; maybe it can’t sense me. Most animals can, every family pet from dow...
I Hear Sirens – Lots and Lots of Sirens It’s 4 a.m. on Monday morning, June 25 th , 2012, and I am awake. Wide awake – and I don’t like it. Not being an early morning person, everyone in this house knows to leave me be until I crawl out of my haven of rest on my own. Unless I happen to be leaving really early to go on a vacation somewhere, or to a yard sale I can’t resist, which is always a welcome change, I never get up...
what can withstandthe hottest firesteel is meltedinto swords love and passionmelt into nothingfrom the heatof the forge burning insidetears fallinto a poolof despair on your kneesan anguished soulwater drenchesflames to embers the fury of hateof lust, of angerholds no swayon the penitent look to the crosssacrifice of onefor manyrejoice always
Memories madness tinged Induce within a slight insanity And so I guard daily against the chaos within Pushing the boundaries Shuffling through secrets This conflagaration that is sometimes the chaos within Sometimes a wild charm It draws people like flame Unable to escape from the chaos within Other times rage incandescent This fiery pit of fury The flip sided coin of the chaos within Flitting from idea to idea Trying to...
