It's been such a long time since I've done a feature just for the heck of it, without any purpose whatsoever other than showcasing things I love. I've been so busy on here with young-photo-club, Death-Chicks, GetDailyDeviations, and my own Group Spotlight features that I haven't been able to do a feature of random things I've seen and adored here on DA! So here it goes!
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
the price to pay for breaking a heart.this is a
it hurts to be
but what hurts even
being one one who
to be the person
who stands over the other
them choke on their
tears and then
hand them their own
heart- rip someone apart and then
not be able to
put them back together
and when you close your
eyes, all you can
are the ribbons coming undone
from their wrists.
you crumble from your own
breathing is easy but I'm terrible at itapril suns always left streaks of
yellow on your driveway
before they sank.
you laughed at how
the flowers coughed on me
along the bilirubin pavements
on the way to your house
I confused all the streetlights
for sunsets and drowned in
halogen tidepools in those evenings
when the sidewalks ended but
my thoughts of you wouldn’t
maybe love is the sum
of all the excuses we make for it,
or I’m just too tired
to pull myself to the surface
you roll the blades of grass
through your grips, dusting
your fingerprints with haptens
I’d like to blame you for every
wheeze and rale but goddamnit
I just can’t
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