Sitting still like a withered tree stuck in its deepest roots
Igniting the process of reminiscences of the hardest recollection
Flourishing my internal world with my own former memories
My mental projectors of memories is starting to play
With the only audience is the blighted star of this "stage"
The movie is showing the most joyous occasion
Where smiles is plastered on most faces
Where the sun shines it blaze on my former radiant heart
The days where this blighted star burns ever so higher
Setting a blaze to my own spirits that was filled with fire
Happy memories, happy memories, happy memories, happy memories I enjoyed
The movie is showing the downfall of my blight
Where most of my passions and efforts was extinguished after cruel nights
Tears that sunken my heart with unremovable scars
My happiest memories eventually gotten lost and grown charred
Like a house filled with flames it spread and tainted my happy memories
Knowing the downfall make those memories as damaged as molten rocks
Causing grief because my burning soul have gone cold and lost
Bad memories, bad memories, bad memories, bad memories, i hate.
Bad memories and thoughts spreading like wildfire
Fueling the bitterness and anger that was torch within me
My brighter views have been surrounded by foggy smoke
With the steam still being use to prevent my old growth
My inner Phoenix has been put to rest
With my internal world being the sleeping gas
This reminiscent is only sparking burnt scars
I'm just drenching myself with gasoline as I strike a match
These memories serve no purpose other than glorified ashes that still burns
Why not set ablaze to these mental projectors and let my former memories truly burn
Burning memories, burning memories, burning memories, burning memories that only do me harm
Trying to forgot everything my memories have to offer
Good or bad, these memories have to go causing an inferno in my mindscape
If I turn up the heat, will the pain go away?
Does playing with fire hurt me if I'm used to being burn?
Is self destruction the right goal?
Will I achieved peace by playing pyromaniac in my own head?
Saving memories, saving memories, saving memories, saving memories that I can save
Despite the feeling of grief flooding during a time of recollection
Can you still use pain to learn? Despite the scars being third degree?
Could I use my hurtful memories as charcoal to fuel my current flame
Fighting fire with fire will only just spread the pain
Being my own mental arsonist is a form of self harm where there would be no gain
As my heart raised to the highest Fahrenheit it reminds me of something I desired the most
Can a cold soul become warm hearted again even after enduring the most?
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Green Poems
PoetryThis is a collection to the poems I wrote Some are sad Some are cheerful Some are emotional Some are deep And some are heavy Some are dealt with topics that might be sensitive But all the poems are made with effort, passion, and with a message...
