Burn
I do sometimes write happy things. Sometimes.
Piled kindling
Days, hours, minutes
Broken to flinders
Stacked with care
Around my feet
Piling high into the air
Years old are the smallest scraps
That burn with brightest heat
Thin like paper
Only on my deathbed to remember
Those long-forgotten days, months, years
New fuel to unlit flames
Soaked in unshed tears to stoke the blaze
For the wasted time
Locked into a decaying mind
Atop a pyre of my own design
Days, minutes, hours
Gathered up like fallen flowers
Piled amongst the kindling
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
The spark made bright by my last breath
The flash of light a star's violent death
To feast on hours, minutes, days
Until all I was is burned away
All that could have been
Before the time slipped through my fingers
And broke to flinders
Before the candle of one life
Burned to cinders
About the Creator
Alexander McEvoy
Writing has been a hobby of mine for years, so I'm just thrilled to be here! As for me, I love writing, dogs, and travel (only 1 continent left! Australia-.-)
"The man of many series" - Donna Fox
I hope you enjoy my madness
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
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I like the thread of rhyme running throughout and the moments of loose repetition. Particularly loved, "New fuel to the unlit flames Soaked in unshed tears to stoke the blaze" I'd definitely rank it high on my list of happiest poems ;)
Wow, love the imagery here! This was really deep.
Stunning imagery and a great choice of photo. Everything in this poem feels like it's burning away and turning to smoke. Remarkable writing!
Whoa, this one hits hard—like a slow-burning fire that suddenly roars to life. The imagery is haunting, the rhythm is mesmerizing, and the weight of time slipping away? Chilling. Absolutely brilliant!
Oh wow, this was so profound, poignant and emotional. Loved it so much!
This was striking, Alex!! You really grabbed my attention with the delicate darkness of this piece! Well done!
Deeply poignant stuff ☺️
Hard to pinpoint a favorite line, it all feels so cohesive. Well done