Flames | Teen Ink


November 20, 2009
By sany.lastflame PLATINUM, Frederick, Colorado
sany.lastflame PLATINUM, Frederick, Colorado
33 articles 16 photos 255 comments

burning through your skin.
starts out small but grows,
just like a lie.
getting hotter and hotter,
and now you cant breath.
suffocating you till death,
and then you
burn up into ashes.
like you just disappeared
out of thin air
but with more pain.
fire embracing you,
turning black and dissolving.
everything around you disappears.
ashes blowing way
in the wind
all thats left is nothing.
fire is like hate
getting stronger and stronger
and then BOOM!

The author's comments:
i really dont know what inspired me to write this poem. i guess its because i really like fire...

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on Dec. 29 2010 at 2:32 pm
sany.lastflame PLATINUM, Frederick, Colorado
33 articles 16 photos 255 comments
I understand what you are saying. In fact, the first version of this ended at "nothing". I'm not sure why I put the second part on there and now that I am re-reading it, I feel that you are right! Ha, who knows what I was thinking that day!

on Feb. 19 2010 at 5:22 pm
...PensiveGurl... PLATINUM, Aurora, Colorado
20 articles 0 photos 267 comments

Favorite Quote:
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it- Neil Gaiman.
Who are you to be who you are?-Le'Na Pernell

i have to agree with jessi on this!

jessi GOLD said...
on Jan. 16 2010 at 8:59 am
jessi GOLD, Nunya, Florida
15 articles 4 photos 115 comments

Favorite Quote:
"When injustice becomes law, rebellion becomes duty."

i likes it! :) you have some really good word imagery in there, like the part about the ashes blowing in the wind. overall i would say its fantastic :)

on Jan. 15 2010 at 8:57 pm
christianjedi, Roundup, Montana
0 articles 0 photos 31 comments

Favorite Quote:
Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir your blood.

very descriptive. The first part is very well done; you seel and feel the flame. Unfortunately, when you say that fire is "like hate," it sort of diminishes the effect of the poem. It seems to be moving the poem from the fire itself to your thoughts about the fire. It almost interrupts it. The first part is excellent though; very captivating.