I have been a raging fire.
I have been an overflowing cup,
Overflowing with guilt;
I wash it down the sink.
I have been too much for everyone:
Too bold,
Too shy,
Too lustful,
Too innocent.
I poured a bucket of ice on my head
To simmer me down a little bit,
And now that I am freezing,
And I cannot feel the fire no more,
I have met you, the blaze.
And your warmth was burning off my skin,
And it was melting my face off,
And it was too much.
Far too much.
You have given me light and burning warmth,
But I cannot handle the smoke.
I now know how he felt.
I am choking,
So I have left.
I will be too little and too much on my own.
I do not need a spark to jolt me.

2-02 Fire
Desert blooms, a rose unfolds,
Winds howl, ice and snow descend.
Greyed hair, weathered skin appears,
Jade eyes pierce, a veil is drawn.
Fragrance drifts, on chilling air,
Two hearts beat, a tender touch.
Head rests soft, on aged chest,
Land of fire, and ice entwined.

She, a soul of strength, through trials passed,
Ember and Jade Embrace begins anew.
Hurt and betrayed, yet love remains,
Aloof at times, when love is true.
A rose in bloom, a steadfast heart,
In lands of ice, she finds her way.
He, from this land, of fire's grace,
A captivating scent, where shadows sway.

Hands warm, cradling, shielding form,
Heartbeats merge, a tender sound.
Veil is lifted, love takes hold,
Two souls meet, on hallowed ground.
Ice and fire, a dance begins,
Weathered skin, and blooming rose.
Greyed hair whispers, stories old,
Jade eyes gleam, where passion flows.

She opens wide, her heart's embrace,
To this aged man, with gentle art.
His tender touch, her mind's soft haze,
Ember and Jade Embrace imparts.
Two hearts warmed, in love's sweet hold,
A refuge found, from chilling breeze.
In this embrace, a story told,
Where passion blooms, with gentle ease.

2-01 Fire
Golden orb, a day's dominion,
Shadows shorten, then lengthen again.
Silver disc, night's silent watcher,
Tides respond, a rhythmic sway.
Pinpricks of light, a cosmic tapestry,
Galaxies swirl, distant and vast.
The world turns, predictable cycles,
Elements dance, in ordered array.

Unseen, yet felt, a constant warmth,
Like a hearth's glow, deep within.
The moon's soft light, a guiding comfort,
In moments of doubt, a steady gleam.
Stars, a reminder of boundless love,
A silent promise, in the sleeping heart.
This enduring presence, a cherished truth,
A love that transcends, all earthly bounds.

Sun's corona, a fiery halo,
Lunar phases, waxing and waning.
Stellar clusters, cosmic nurseries,
Planetary orbits, in measured paths.
Seasons shift, a natural rhythm,
Life unfolds, in intricate patterns.
The universe breathes, a grand expanse,
Time's passage, a flowing stream.

My heart echoes, the sun's warm embrace,
A love ignited, a burning flame.
The moon reflects, my deepest longing,
A quiet devotion, in whispered sighs.
Stars ignite, a boundless admiration,
For a love that shines, eternally bright.
This Celestial Hearth, a constant beacon,
Guiding my soul, through darkest night.

A candle sputters, releasing the scent
of cinnamon and apples. Inspiration ignites
within the poet’s mind, like a lit flare.

Passion cooks within her, simmering ideas
like stir fry. Joy sparks from her fingertips
as she types. Her digits blaze across
the keyboard in fiery bursts. Her words
flow out of her like wildfire, consuming
the empty page. A pyre of text appears
on the screen. She fiercely feeds the flame.

Poetry and prose emerge like a phoenix
from the ashes. The warm glow of contentment
surrounds her as she admires her work.

The fires of creation are burning through her.

I hope you are cleansed one day.
After your life fades away.
I know you won’t change overnight.
Because after decades,
you still ignore my plight.
I can only hope you will be purified.
But not in a way that is dignified.
No, you must be burned and smote by fire.
Because only flames can cleanse a liar.

Surrounded by beads and notions,
she creates with no hesitation.
She is struck, like lighting,
by the fires of creation.

They'll hurt you darling,
But only if you let them.
They'll burn you down,
But only because you're beautiful.
They'll mock your song,
But only for the fact they've never known their own sound.
In time darling, they will love you as well.

I sit here and I think about what happened. The pain that I felt. The betrayal that flowed through my skin. Anger started to bubble, it started to burn until I became a living fire. The fire was unstoppable because I knew that I could overcome the world. The strength of this fire sparked my inner energy. It let me become someone that I had to always shove down deep inside the walls woven in my skin. The walls that took me a long time to build. Each day would go by and with it the energy and the time to build those fire proof walls. I built those walls because I knew that I would need them someday. I knew that I needed to be stronger than the fire I would build.
I had to experiment time after time and each time I did the fire burned too much. Then finally I did not care about the fire that burned within. I did not care that it ripped through my veins and filled up the rest of myself. It melted the walls and broke down all of my nerves until they were in submission not to feel anything. Not to feel pain, but only the fire that burned within, the fire that burned them.

Heartbreak is an ugly thing,
A ripped up feeling of pain.
In true heartbreak,
There is no beauty,
So if you find some it was but simple distaste.
Heartbreak is a burning fire,
A bullet hole in the chest of your love,
Left by your lover, with blood on their glove.

I heard a crackle;
A heart that was enkindled,
Entranced by laughter,
Feet on uncharted waters,
Life as I know it, altered.