Fire looks

right thru

...like a 

hypnotist

a snake

charmer

tempts

beckons 

warmer

warmer

fells us

at its

sacrificial

altar

lulling

into

deep

deeper 

deepest 

forest

sleep...

to blush

in its

heat

and curl

at hot

flickering

feet

to wake

in a

worship

of the 

center

crackle

of its

power

red hot

white

flame

flicked

like a 

lighter

behind

the palm

#Fire #Challenge

Sitting alone in an ancient house of the past,

I stare into the depths of the fireplace.

A match box in my hand shakes as the fire catches fast,

Soon the wood ignites and sends light into my face.

Heat radiates from the fire comforting my weary body,

Sighing I lean in wanting the heat to reach inside me,

My hands are stiff as I rub them together, so bloody,

The blood flakes off and lands on my bruised knee.

The fire warms me inside and out,

Erasing the melancholy case of doubt.

Coldness wakes me, the fire must have died,

Shivering in the dark with nothing,

How I wish I still had some of my pride,

If only I did not lose everything.

The pain returns and I am glad for the numbness,

Accepting the cold as a friend, I stand and smile,

Gathering my matchbox I discard my glumness,

If I'm to survive I must get used to this for a while.

My only friend is in my hand,

The form of fire and sand.

I love my mom, this I know

Her love for me is greater though

As a kid, I’d laugh and play

Having fun all through the day

Then one time I almost died

She stayed right by my side

Near my bed, in a chair

I opened my eyes and saw her there

She held my hand and wiped my face

She prayed for the pain to erase

My mom talked all day long

Helping me to be strong

I wasn’t broken, I could be

Anything I wanted to be

I’m more grown now and I know

A mother’s love is more than show

Even though I said one day

I told my mom that I was gay

My mom turned and said to me

She didn’t care what I may be

She said that I am still her son

And any who hurt me better run

She’ll protect me wrong or right

For me, a bear she would fight

I try my best to be good, not bad

I want my mom to be always glad

Call her mom, protector, or friend

A mother’s love will never end.

Alone in a crowd

That describes me

My screams are not loud

My mind is not free

I just don’t fit in

With all of the rest

I don’t like the din

I like quiet the best

I like to stay home

It is my favorite thing

I don’t like to roam

Or the crowds parties bring

Alone, I may be

But not lonely, It’s true

There is a difference, you see

I’m alone, but not blue.

Girls never ever won my heart

But this boy did from the start

I never knew the reason why

Until the day I saw this guy

Blonde hair offset by dark eyes

My stomach filled with butterflies

His eyes were darker than the night

I lost my heart without a fight

I’m sure I’d remember it anyway

But it happened in a strange way

My first kiss came on Halloween

During the year I turned thirteen

A vampire and a pirate, in his room

Hearts pounding, boom boom boom

He quickly captured my first kiss

My body tingling with new bliss

Years of confusion melted away

I knew for sure that I was gay

His hands resting on my hips

Tongue darting past my lips

But we heard his mom call our names

Time for candy and Halloween games.