her crumbling foundation
seems to strangle her heart;
there's a reason they call
your ribs a cage.
they've burned her soul;
it's tarnished but lovely;
if you take a peak in the dark,
you can see the embers rage.
and the tiger inside is
clawing to come out,
he's being crushed and under-fed.
sometimes she fears
he might vanish;
as her heart becomes bigger
while it's filled up with dread.
She was a succubus and he was in love
Embers are all that remain
Memories reflected in his eyes illuminated by his rage
As hope vanishes
crushed by the weight of truth
love is an unforgiving mistress
who will strangle its victim
Sucking out life
When the wrong partner is chosen
Office Sparks
The uniform neck ties were strangling but his secret smile she could sink in, planting affectionate warmth in her eyes; twinkling.
Her hair the colour of illuminating embers, she was lovely; perfect, had a secret crush on him too, he was worth it.
One day they vanished, abandoning orbiting planets.
By Paul David B
more children are destroyed than the men destroying them
lovely lacerations around her throat, strangling the child she used to be. smoking her out, embers evaporating into her eyes, vanishing; vanquishing, the kid inside. laughter no longer plays against those lips; instead young men without names dance across her hips, and yet the smell of their aftershave gives them away. her pupils have taken over her eyes, illuminated by her scorched soul. nothing is the same. she no longer sees roses erupting from other's lives; she sees the daggers that lurk inside their sleeves, ready to crush any resemblance of her dreams.
The Thrill is Gone
The flowers that you crushed
Still sit on my doorstep,
Wilting,
A fragment of what they were...
The love we had
Was illuminated by a
Candle of a thousand souls,
But it's vanished,
A fact you don't know.
Our fire is nothing but embers.
Lisping lights
Thin white wisps
Of smoke escape my lips
The climbing tendrilled casualty
Of embers smoldering casually
Though illuminated by the glow
You'd be hard pressed to know
The softly curving angles
Of my throat are being strangled
Planning ahead never was my style
So I make loving you worth while
Though the distance crushes me
I struggle forward resolutely
Through every hardship and trial
I'll breathe smoke through a smile
Hoping it will persist instead of vanish
There's a fine line between hopeful and foolish
Hopeless
Her fire is almost out
Embers glowing weakly
Illuminated only by her hope
That something better
Will come along
But her love and dreams are
Strangled by her fear
Her anxiety and
Panic crush her hopes
Make all joy vanish
Disappear
Crushed under the weight
Of her venomous mind
Stressing over every detail
She is all alone
But at least she is still alive
She has not given up yet
There I was, standing in the middle of a dance studio.
My second nature and language is the one of rhythm, movement, and pure talent.
My heart, a giant ember of pure genius, tells me how to move and what to do next. So, this room, full of mirrors and newly polished hardwood floors, illuminated the beastly character within me.
This beast I speak of, never leaves. He screams, he scrapes at my soul until I do a full pirouette. I spin, spin, spin, until he has crushed his anger down to small eminent light years that never existed.
The love of this room strangles me until I have no choice but to fight back.