matches
- Reads 8
- Votes 1
- Parts 1
a poem about fire and matches and watching the world burn
credits to the artist for the cover photo
All Rights Reserved
#567
innerthoughts
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
D R O W N
we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.Complete
Divided Unity
Poems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.Complete
The decent into madness
The ongoing collection of ideas, poems and thoughts as I experience what it is like to be human. Publishing a poem a day until I inevitably give up. Cover art by Alan Canepar
The book of poetry
This is a collection of poems from my feelings and every day life, emotions, past and so forth. Read as you want and tell me your thoughts!
excerpts
excerpts from books i'll never write advice & nonsensical blurbs realizations & regrets heartbreak & pain thoughts & fears hopes & dreams shorts & stories forever ongoing, so long as our minds do not stop imagining and inventing and we do not stop living. #1 Poetry 8/19/16 read my new poetry collection: clouds.Complete
Dysphoria
"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, when my organ buried, drummed I know I have breathed earth-kissed breeze While moss grew slow and rich from my fingertips To clothe me and paint me living green, My bones turned to thick wood Bark splintering where furry creatures dip and pry in search of hearth, From my hair, summer grass rose toward thunderstormed sky And when those bloated clouds cracked open, wide I was bathed whole and I thought quite suddenly I must be alive" - I Dreamt I Was LivingComplete
![Poetry Book: Songs from the Heart [COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/332374189-256-k150397.jpg)
we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.
More detailsContent Guidelines