The smell alone seemed to burn my eyes,
it was like electric fire light in the skies
I was awakened by the call of my soul,
just in time to see the smoke rise and fall
I do not remember what was said or how I felt
I was still in my bed, sleeping the night away
An angel came close and whispered in my ear
"wake up, wake up, a fire is near" and so I arose
to see the truth, a smoke filled room straight to the roof
and now in the day light it all seems clear,
we were saved last night from my greatest fear.
Is this actuality?
ReplyDeleteI couldn't sleep
ReplyDeleteI couldn't even eat
I fear her
I wonder why
I was never sure
I couldn't help but feel so weak inside
I was lost, and scared
I feel maybe it was for feelings that were never shared
I know she knows who I am
I could always just ask her, but then what would be proper to ask?
I think maybe I could treat this as an exam
I just know if I study I'll soon understand this task
So till then I bid farewell
And if you see her tell her that no matter how hard she fell
That I love her
And that it is something I know for sure
The Aftermath
ReplyDeleteWe parked into the driveway with the windows up, but we could still smell the smoke. It's been about two weeks but there was no hiding the truth. What used to be a little white house is now almost nothing. All that stands are black walls, one untouched room, and memories. Tears still fall for that place; we miss it. ;(
Fire is a metaphor.
ReplyDeleteSometimes representing starting life a new.
Or tearing something down that shouldn't exist.
Sometimes it revels the truth we so despretly try to hide from the world.
I is an actuality....we woke on Wednesday morning around 12:15 am....something just was not right. As I walked around the house I could smell the electricity burning. I opened a door to find a mattress smoldering and the room was full. We pulled them mattress and box springs outside and tried our best to clear the smoke....as of today
ReplyDeleteit still lingers.
dazed partly confused
ReplyDeletefelt , with nothing but no's ,
exception
of sleep, no i truly ponder on the fact
of ever wondering if this more
to all of this, ? is this it?
growing up to die, for paperworld
that only seems to spin trough money
everyone should liscten to this
good song by "metronomy" called "the look"
life goes on , like evaporation
ReplyDelete'feel it condensate, wrapping
it like a self absorbing methaphor
, live like high hope egos ,
One more puff burning the pain away deep down inside i seen better days one more puff burning the problems from the past telling my homie to push on the gas as i watch the ash drop burn i said to my hard times burn to the the heartbreaks and all the people that are fake and cant relate.
ReplyDeleteI cant stand to see
ReplyDeleteThe sight of you sickens me
We need to agree
This is more than just you and me
Its become everything
*Extra Credit
Blowing clouds like there's no tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteI can see so clear.
I'm rolling at 100 not turning down the speed.
You need to get on my level to understand.
I'm higher than a mountain, looking down at you like an ant.
If only you knew how I looked at the world through my eyes.
Then you'd know why I do what I do.