'Be the Flame' & other poems

April 11, 2018


'Be the Flame' & 3 other poems 


published by The Mystic Blue Review (Issue 4) - April 10, 2018






Be the flame





Do not be the moth

flocking toward destruction.

Be the flame withstanding pain

burning bright

to fend off the darkness

with your sheer light.

Do not be the moth

singeing your wings

so you may no longer fly.

Be the flame, impenetrable.

Feed off the oxygen which

makes you want to live.

Do not be the moth

returning to your agony.

Be the flame, dancing,

your body flickering

in the wind.

Be the flame, igniting and

consuming all obstacles

in your path.























Consume me




my forbidden fruit


sweetest juice


soft lips

tongue licks


deft fingers

peel away skin

open me up


teeth dive in

seek the pit


































i’ve been searching for



in a clenched heart



in a damning society



in a cavity of suffering


i’ve been relying on



although I am lost


my dreams

although they stretch far



although there is none


and what is left

when it is all gone


but never existed


a hopeless mind

dreaming impossibilities

that could never be true


too good, too false

too much to desire






























i’m always waiting,

waiting to explode

my heart is Burning,

Burning through my clothes


my skin’s pure, slick plastic,

my head a Firecracker


my head a Firecracker

starting to implode


words tear me apart

pinning me like labels

sticking to this skin


no matter where I turn,

can’t get out

no matter how I scream,

nobody comes


left to

wait, wait for the match

the flick of the lighter

smell of sulfur as it’s struck

Burning, Burning


heart is beating,

fighting to be free

head is pounding,

don’t know

where i’m from


skin is only plastic,

my head’s on Fire


Firecracker, exploding


flicker and sizzle

set me off,

my insides swirl,



come too close

too late, too bad

you’ll be blown to bits


desire for control eats away

like poison in the vein

like a long, sad exhale

a stale, sour taste


my gut aches

i waste away

fizzling down

‘til nothing more


my head a Firecracker

heart burnt black and brittle

my skin melted, oozing wax

always waiting to explode.











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