Flames

December 19, 2017
By VandarianStormshout BRONZE, Papillion, Nebraska
VandarianStormshout BRONZE, Papillion, Nebraska
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I love fire. I'm not sure why I love it, but I do. The sound of crackling flames, the beautiful view of fire spreading from tree to tree turning the forest into a raging inferno, is satisfying. The view of fire waving back and forth, on a match makes me want to light more. Watching a campfire glow is like watching a sunset.

The heat from a fire is comforting, almost making me want to throw a burning match on a dense forest, drenched in gasoline and take a hike through it as the fire quickly spreads and the animals quickly flee. I love fire so much, I can almost consider it my friend! Watching fire dancing in a blazing forest makes me smile, wishing for it to last, forever.


The author's comments:

This poem might seem out of the ordinary, but writing this piece was completely made up, and for fun. I don't plan to do anything with fire, or anything illegal. This is a poem expressing my appreciatoion for it, not what I would seriously do with it.


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