Oxymoron

The cold wind blows
Clashing with hot breath
Flame filled barrels
Fighting against the winter storm
Teeth chattering
As fingers freeze beneath ripped gloves
White canvas sneakers
Soaked through from sloshy brown snow
Last week’s newspaper
Fuel for the fire
Hoping winters rage takes a break
Long enough for toes to thaw
Slowly starving themselves
And the flames under a frozen tunnel
Homelessness is freezing to death while living in hell

Weathered

I gladly walk alone under a shroud of grey skies
Not shying away from the oncoming storm
I dance in step when the thunder rolls
Tuned in to the beat of the rain hitting the ground
I keep walking forward in this darkened world
As every flash of lightning lights my way
I may take comfort in the cold
But there’s no denying the fire that burns inside
Strengthening my every step
Despite these broken bones I walk on
These winds try hard to sweep me off my feet
But I journey on in spite of them
Pushing through this cloud of darkness
Knowing that after every storm that’s weathered I’ll get to again see the rainbow

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Through the Smoke

It’s getting harder and harder to see the good in a world filled to the brim with the bad.

This evil flows freely through every crevice and crack, overfilling and overflowing into our lives as sure as sunshine.

When corrupting even the purest of hearts is so easy nowadays, where can we stand to get out of the fire?

How can we continue to walk forward when everything around us is burning to the ground?

I need help looking through the smoke, and learning to live with the heat.

Because this hell on Earth isn’t going away, it’s growing and claiming all that we love as it’s own.

 Made of Paper

There was this warmth in your eyes that could keep me wrapped up tight for hours.
And there was this fire on your tongue that lit brighter with every word you whispered to me.
I let you in and I even stoked your flames, as I loved to watch you grow.
But I wore this heart on my sleeves like I was made of paper.
When your blaze became uncontrollable it was too late to out run your embers.
There was this fire that caught hold and engulfed me, consuming every inch.
But even after the inferno had died down
and ash was all that was left of me, I still wanted you to keep me warm.

 

 

The Wildfire

Like the only tree left standing after a wildfire has swept through the forest, I stand alone.
My broken limbs and charred branches extend, despite the fire that consumes me.
The flames run through me, rushing like blood away from this beating heart.
Ashes line the forest floor, leaving nothing but trails of hurt behind me.
This fire has stolen the oxygen straight out of my lungs and ripped the words from my throat.
Lifeless and broken, I continue to stand tall.
I dig my roots deeper into the dirt, holding on for dear life .

Infection

The infection rages

As the pain seers through my flesh like a wildfire
Ripping every tree in the forest limb from limb
Burning alive from the inside out

This infection grows
As this pain gains momentum, tearing through my veins like a twister
Ripping every home and loved one away from the foundation
Leaving only death and destruction behind

The infection kills
As the pain begins to seep into my blood like a virus
Slowly draining every drop of strength left in me
Nothing left but a hollow shell

Burning Me Down

I lit this match

I deserve to burn
every single broken inch
So let this fire inside me rage
Let it run rampant like a wildfire
Let it pull in the innocence and waste it like a drug
Let it burn until I’m ashes
Until this heart has stopped beating
I fueled this fire
I set myself a blaze
Orange flames rise up to engulf me
The heat swallows me whole
My lungs cry out in silence
These lips no longer speak words
Uttering such madness
Keep your water pails at bay
Please just let this fire burn me into the ground