smoke drifts from your mouth
because your words are
burning
i can't listen to your meaning
because all i hear is the
crackling
the flames lick your tounge
embers glow behind your
teeth
ashes cling to your lips
sparks fly as you
speak
i put my face to the heat
and i feel your language singe my
skin
your fire is so hot and angry
i can feel it stealing all the
oxygen
then, all at once
the intense furnace is gone
as you, at last, close your
mouth
and the smoke slowly disappears
like the echo of a
shout...
Author notes
i wrote this in study hall because i was bored. it could be about something, but i was just trying to keep a steady metaphor more than anything else.
assume nothing
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Ouch! I pray the wounds have healed! Good tone from beginning to end, despite the sadness a good creation.
InGod's Love
Three Doves
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"i put my face to the heat
and i feel your language singe my
skin
your fire is so hot and angry
i can feel it stealing all the
oxygen
then, all at once
the intense furnace is gone
as you, at last, close your
mouth
and the smoke slowly disappears
like the echo of a
shout..."
That was the most amazing part in my opinion. Damn Jules, you're such a great poet. Like you are SERIOUSLTY talented. You rock at metaphors too.
I don't know why or how, but this poem SPOKE to me. I loved it.
Great write hun.
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thats an amazin poem, so wonderful
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you are one sicknasty writer, never stop.
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thanks. you too. :]
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awsome, i really like it, i write poems in study hall too, but i recently lost my notebook lol. but awsome poem, you did keep a good metaphor.
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I like it. good metaphor
<3
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