dreams of a pyromaniac

• Artist: Little Pew
• Description: it'll explain itself ;D
  
  i was inspired to do this while lighting a match in my room, [psst, don't tell anyone i took it from school O:] and was surprised to notice that the wood of the matchstick seemed to 'sweat' as the flame slowly devoured it... and decided to describe it somehow. xD
• Date: 12/07/2008
• Tags: dreams pyromaniac

crackle,

the little black tip
cackles a burning
melody. the woodflesh
swelters
in the day light
heat, giving birth
to orange demons
and the sky is coloured

ochre, the plague of flames.

crimson
light falls
like rusted tears.

it
leaves behind a cold
frigid black, smouldering
to sickly, pallid ash.

finally,
the match is dead.

Comments

[theCHOCOLATEparade]

A nice, quality piece of work.

[La venganza de Luna]

nice...thats refreshing to see here in the poems section
sometimes the love/feelings get a bit too much
then u get those that are bad at that subject
in short...i liked it

[Little Pew]

Uhm... okay? O__o I hope you didn't post here just to show off, 'cause that's rather sad. xD

But thanks, I guess? ;D

[thomaslantzy]

im in gifted and talented in my school i have a college reading, and writing level.im no where near college

[thomaslantzy]

meh, not bad

[Little Pew]

^^ Thanks. xD And well, I just thought... sudden inspiration, I guess. xD Hrrm, so I'm guessing this is how people react to poems that aren't about love/feelings. O___o

[Yunas broken heart]

...the title makes me think of Axel from kingdom hearts. That was... odd?