Poems about burning

I'm smelling
Gas

The decays
Of a man
Rotting
Away.

There's no calm

The storm has long
Took it's place

Though it's still
Cloudy.

We walk a dark
Claiming the light

All is shapeless

We ignore, so we're
Consumed by flames

No matter what,
It will never end.

I started smoking
Because it is the
Closest thing i
Have to you.
How you used
To always carry
Cigarettes with you.
The smell of smoke
Followed you
(traced you, held you,
Touched you, loved you,
Loved you, loved)
Wherever you went.
I grew to like it
Even though
I consciously knew
That it was wilting
Away at you.
The consistency
Pleased me
(i was never
One to like change)
And when you left
You took the
Smoke with you
And it was the
First time
I was truly burnt.
I told myself
That i would do
Anything
To have that smell back
To be reminded
Of all the good
Memories
Instead of the bad ones.
So i started to smoke
And now i can't stop.

Once again
You have plagued me.

Keeping please and thank you
Within the answers held far
From talking eyes.
Is a burst of air splashing casually
From the pages of a book,
Waltzing into sighs.

I just saw indignation
Standing out in a thin smile again.
Emotionless laughter is at my door
With another sign, still and pausing
When night has entered
Silently my friend.

On one side little boxes full of hope
Grow bigger as they sit.
Yet, misting gently in the distance
Comes the morning
Instinctively they grow smaller
Then they quit.

I do not know where I should be walking
Or if I should mention what I see.
When uncertainty brings a little chill
Hardens this soft heart
I carry
Here inside of me.

You may hear stones from the ground
Drinking the truth from my hands.
But not, if you still have
An axe to grind
Stupidities pipe to smoke
At your command.

Listen to the cries of no, no, no
Breathing inside all human souls.
Close your eyes and pretend
You are in Disneyland
Burning every letter I sent you
But never wrote.

Your breath will come in a whispered kiss,
Running through your head.
The poison from your mouth
Will empty out into all the goodbyes
You meant, but never
Quite said.

A stomach on fire from too many unsavory meals. Eyes that are permanently blood shot. A narrow field of vision that only allows me to see the task at hand. Selective hearing that tunes out anything I do not like. An addiction to Aspirin and coffee. This must be what they mean when you are burning out.

They seem so sturdy,
These bridges.
You want to believe they're made of iron.
Weathering storms and time.
Until you see how fast they go up.
A firestorm of things that can't be unsaid.
Licking at the support beams.
By the dew soaked grass the next morning.
You see the charred remains smoldering.
Another bridge.
Gone.
Who's next?

My heart is on fire for you, a million dying embers being reborn over and over like phoenixs', blood red dancing and swaying in its own invisible wind, a million Spanish girls twirling their skirts and screaming and singing and yelling, orange waterfalls of flame licking the disintegrating wood like ice cream, melting and blackening and frying, yellow jewels glowing and yellow fingers reaching out to touch, the peeling bark and sizzling coals crumbling and flying upwards like gems in my throat into your mouth, your lips burning mine as my heart burns for you.

While fools burn my city down,
Even though you fucked me over,
Lied to me several times,
And are now with someone else,
All I want to do is tell you
I hope you stay safe tonight

There is no smoke
Without fire...

Why does the worst
Smoke spew when
The fire is put out*...