A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
My thoughts have become my biggest enemy...
I like to play with fire.....
I think I accidentally let the house burn down.
Those stockings that she wore were just blazing memories... that deserved to burn.
Tanka 3 and 4 on prompt: burning.
This is what loving you feels like.
Another acrostic poem because why not?
P.S. This word reminds me of the Hindi word 'Kubsoorat'
A poem I guess?? Maybe just rambling tho
‘[...] Fresh air and suffocating burned gasoline’
probably been done before, ah well
when you feel like you're juggling fire
(some pics are of diyas but anyway-)
Offered on the altar’s coals,
Seared in ecstasy.
Crashing down all because some people just want to see the world burn...
Credit goes to the artist for the image.
And this is my daily prompt entry :)
Pushing down the thoughts That burst from your memories like weeds
When I thought I could cook . . . hahaha
Two tankas for today's prompt
The withered trees cling to life. Some will die, while others live.