Fire

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Darkness surrounds me
I am alone
Yet am I not

Something is there
Pinpoints of light
Or is it fire?

They come at me
But there is more
They are eyes

Seeking, for me?
For who?
For what?

They burn
Yet have no heat

They are fierce
Yet somehow soft

They search for something

Then I hear it
I feel it
I see it

Rushing towards me
It hits me, tears, rips through me
Leaving no mark

Was that pink?
Was it red?
Was that blood?

My body evaporates
Fleeing into darkness
Into shadow

All but my eyes
Which I know are red
With flame

Passion
Fury
Desire
Longing

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intriguing. giving form to emotions. (or is it emotions that provide the form? I can never be sure which way that works…)

i like.

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too bad i read this in a library computer lab. i needed to be alone, in a dark room lit with candles, and reading this from a piece of paper with the poetry handwritten on it.

your piece took me to a very distinct place far away from where i actually am.
thank you

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Thank you both very much.

Honestly, I’ve always been intimidated sharing my work as I have not had great reception in the past. But ILP has been very kind to me.

I will have to look into possibly digging more work from my home computer to post here.

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Good, but a little restrained. (If you can imagine that.)

Then again, hesitation might be an important part of your artistic milieu.

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skydaemon:
very often i get no responses towards my work. i think thats actually most oftent the case. don’t take it personally…i think its just hard to critique poetry. maybe more difficult than philosophy.