Fire

-unknown-

once something is shattered it will not be replaced
that crumbled piece of paper will never be smooth again
your soul, once crushed, is gone
they say scars eventually heal and make you strong
but another mark on your body does not belong
the glass is shattered, it’s gone forever, not replaceable
just broken and lost
that’s your soul. it’s gone.
it’s gone.
those lines on your wrist don’t make you strong
just a reminder of all the crap that’s going on
and assurance that you still belong
in this world of living where you are not alive
your mind is dead and your life keeps going on, no evidence except for the pain which reminds you dear, you are afraid
and i know you are, yes we all are
but it flares up in you
the embers glow and the wind it blows and starts a fire within your heart once again
the water doesn’t put it out
but the pain is joy as you are alive
and the hurt is feeling like you always have
and losing yourself in a world beyond, out the window,
daydreaming of a place with nothing to fear
just lose yourself and you’ll never be there
just your deceptive thoughts and the wishes they bring
have you ever seen a wish come true my friend?
they aren’t real like those shooting stars, so be gone with them
as your life
stops.

5th March, 2016 -11:05pm

There is something so beautifully enchanting about a flame.
Maybe it is the vivid array of colours. Maybe it is the power it holds.
Yet, I believe what draws me to it is the constancy.

It just burns. It keeps burning. It dances about, yet it still burns.
It stays in that one place if you let it.

It knows that it has potential.
When it receives the chance to grow, it leaps up at it with arms open wide.
It needs fuel to burn, and it shall keep burning with a consistency that can beat no other.

A flame without fuel is as good as a hot summer’s day without water.
Please hold on tight to your fuel.
For a person without a love for anything will amount to nothing.