'Be the Flame' & other poems
- Tianna Grosch
- Apr 11, 2018
- 2 min read
'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
touches
soft lips
tongue licks
deft fingers
peel away skin
open me up
teeth dive in
seek the pit
heart-stone
~*~*~*~
Impossibilities
i’ve been searching for
love
in a clenched heart
acceptance
in a damning society
contentment
in a cavity of suffering
i’ve been relying on
myself
although I am lost
my dreams
although they stretch far
peace
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
~*~*~*~
Firecracker
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
sputtering
flicker and sizzle
set me off,
my insides swirl,
higher
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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