Fire On My Fingertips

September 10, 2011
There is fire in my fingertips
pencil sparking and searing words of
Hate, faith, love
into the pages

My dreams and tears and whispered goodbyes
to steady sonnet of
Rhythm, rhyme, repeat

Hand searing and
Heart pounding and
Flashes of red and gold and silver smoke
fanning the flames

Turning page to ash and
world to melted nothing
till all that's left
is the fire

Stretching, twisting, bending
scorching lines and curves
into a smoldering page

and forming things that
might be letters
might be words
might be nothing

and from those fiery things emerges
my phoenix
my creation
my poem

And now there is smoke in the air and
blisters on my fingertips
but I smile anyway, because the fire is
still burning

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hiddenangelz211 said...
Dec. 27, 2011 at 7:05 pm
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS! :D I can picture the "fire" spreading as you write!
Victory_Of_The_People replied...
Dec. 28, 2011 at 5:22 pm
Awww, thank you! ^^
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