matches

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I like
Blue skies
And matches
I like
Disguise
Dark patches
I like
To hide
And watch it

Afternoon shimmers
In twilight
Sunrise
At sunset
With ashes

I like
Blue skies
And matches
I like
Disguise
Dark patches
I like
To hide
And watch it

Upon dawn set
Light up
The matches
Sun tan
In starlight
With passion

I like
Blue skies
And matches
I like
Disguise
Dark patches
I like
To hide
And watch it

pacifier

disturbing. are you a pyromaniac?

pacifier

I like this a lot by the way

depopulationINC

I wouldnt say I am a pyromaniac, but I do like fire. Things are meant to burn burn burn burn...Jk...maybe!

pacifier

I like looking at fire, like a moth to the flame, but not starting it.

depopulationINC

I have a few incidents with fire in my past....um yeah I started em...totally no damage...I contained them. Stupid hangover. Plus the big one was kinda provoked. Long story, but funny as hell. I will shut up now.

depopulationINC

BTW, I kinda had the beat of pennyroyal tea stuck in my head when I wrote this

pearlmutt

indigo or the blue nude dressed and digging

I sit with mud on the bottom of my jeans. Muddy genes, I have to laugh, digging in the damp soil. October is a good month for planting because the soil gives way, the loam, my eyes roam turning upward toward the sky and then out across to the blue ridge. The Sky is Gray, Ernest T said. He said the sky is gray, but for some of us it is indigo blue. My jeans, mud on my seat, I sit digging in the dirt and planting indigo irises, and thinking of the sky above, and that somewhere beyond the crisp, cool, gray, it is blue. And I wonder why I c y, and what this vision could do beyond the tobacco fields, beyond the smoking, haze gray ships. The sky was gray for a grandmother trying to save her boy from toxicity, and I wonder when we all c y 2 , what will we do?

pearlmutt

(and a foot note because it's actually ERNEST J.)

Ernest J. Gaines, in his own words:

"We all know--at least intellectually--that we're going [to die]. The difference is being told, 'Okay, it's tomorrow at 10 a.m.' How do you react to that? How do you face it? That, it seems to me, is the ultimate test of life.

"When I speak to black students about Hemingway, they often ask me what I expect them to learn from 'that white man.' I tell them: 'All Hemingway wrote about was grace under pressure. And he was talking about you. Can you tell me a better example of grace under pressure than our people for the past three hundred years? Grace under pressure isn't just about bullfighters and men at war. It's about getting up every day to face a job or a white boss you don't like but have to face to feed your children so they'll grow up to be a better generation.' "

depopulationINC

mmmmmmm k...

twin2

depopulationINC wrote:

I have a few incidents with fire in my past....um yeah I started em...totally no damage...I contained them. Stupid hangover. Plus the big one was kinda provoked. Long story, but funny as hell. I will shut up now.

My husband has set a few fires (not on purpose). He is a city boy and when we moved to Oklahoma for a few years he decided he wanted to burn the grass to clear it out (he had no idea what he was doing or how fast it catches fire on dry grass). He did that a few times. He also tipped the tractor and caught it on fire. I'll just put it this way, the fire department said if they have to come out one more time, he is going to have to pay a fine. He stopped after that.

depopulationINC

twin2 wrote:

My husband has set a few fires (not on purpose). He is a city boy and when we moved to Oklahoma for a few years he decided he wanted to burn the grass to clear it out (he had no idea what he was doing or how fast it catches fire on dry grass). He did that a few times. He also tipped the tractor and caught it on fire. I'll just put it this way, the fire department said if they have to come out one more time, he is going to have to pay a fine. He stopped after that.

good story. Great stuff. LMAO

Ali

Sure beats cow tippin.;)

That is an interesting story.
Once we were in an open field in Crosswicks-Chesterfield and lit a buch of flats on fire(with a bottle of Southern Comfort in our hands) and the fire got just a wee-little bit too big, and the town's one firetruck showed up to see what was going on.Needless to say,we didn't get arrested.
That night anyway.;)

Ali

Ali wrote:

Sure beats cow tippin.;)

That is an interesting story.
Once we were in an open field in Crosswicks-Chesterfield and lit a buch of flats on fire(with a bottle of Southern Comfort in our hands) and the fire got just a wee-little bit too big, and the town's one firetruck showed up to see what was going on.Needless to say,we didn't get arrested.
That night anyway.;)

Nice poem anyway,INK.;)Thought producer for me.

depopulationINC

Im glad you like it

depopulationINC

Matches p2 - the burn


As I
Turn my head away
Smolders
Will they present a better day
As I
Walk to shadows from light
Smolders
Bring upon my nostrils delight

Walk away
Smell of smoldering ash
Be a ghost
Time to be somewhere else
Mend your mind
Wasn’t as fun this time

Burn away
To bring a better day
Pass on bye
The all turn blind eye
Never known
This day was coming upon
Shown dismay
Do they know what it is all about

Don’t turn back
Make them come for you
Why stop now
Time to carry through
A simple plan
But how it comforts you

Passing time
Light the fireworks
Frame of mind
Takes away some hurt
Mend the soul
Is that what this is for
Watch it burn
Precedent blaze
Taking it to the ground
Instance gone
In a heap of dust
Let it go
Do it until they know

This is here
What will come up now
Set a blaze
Start it with your match
Do again
Use the whole damned pack

Let it burn
Crashing to the ground
Shimmering light
Break the dark of my night
Let it burn
Bring on better days
Let it burn
Troubles up in blaze
Let it burn
As I run away

twin1

I love the smell of fire and watching it. As a kid I use to love the smell of cigarettes also but don't anymore. It is amazing how things become ashes and how it can destroy. Fire reminds me of natural disasters in that way. Kinda like it is beautiful and dangerous at the same time thus that saying "playing with fire". That is what I think about my ex - if you play with fire you will get burned. This is a good read depop. I like how when reading your work I see it in different ways - like it can have more than one meaning behind it - being literal or symbolic.

depopulationINC

twin1 wrote:

I love the smell of fire and watching it. As a kid I use to love the smell of cigarettes also but don't anymore. It is amazing how things become ashes and how it can destroy. Fire reminds me of natural disasters in that way. Kinda like it is beautiful and dangerous at the same time thus that saying "playing with fire". That is what I think about my ex - if you play with fire you will get burned. This is a good read depop. I like how when reading your work I see it in different ways - like it can have more than one meaning behind it - being literal or symbolic.

Thanks twin. I like the idea of having multiple meanings or a lieral/symbolic abstract. I guess that way only I trully know what it means. Also, it allows anyone to imagine however they want. Often when I write, and there are a few ways of looking at it, I am writing about multiple things.

Now, are these pieces symbolic or literal?

mwaaahwahahahaha

twin1

depopulationINC wrote:

Now, are these pieces symbolic or literal?

Both - HA!

depopulationINC

twin1 wrote:

depopulationINC wrote:

Now, are these pieces symbolic or literal?

Both - HA!

hehehe

burning is fun

depopulationINC

matches - P3



New night
Come to me
New night
Set me free
New night
Light it up
New night
I have to see

Set the stage
But out of sight
Bought some time
Their noose is tight
When they come
Then they’ll see
In the light
They’ll find me

Kindle stacked
From horrid years
In their heats
With their tears

Can’t suppress
No forgotten times
It’s in my thoughts
Can’t cleanse my mind

Let it burn
Right to the ground
Saw the fire
Haunts day and night
Gone to ashes
Unforgotten time
A pain conceived
Of theirs was mine

Let it burn
To wick from match
Let them learn
Fears that hatch
Let it burn
Unyielding flame
Let it burn
Wished them the same
Let it burn
Relive my pain

And justice come
But not to me
For in this ash
I will be set free