Fire

Fire

When my name is shouted across streets, crowds run away.

They perceive me as this dangerous, destructive being. They see me as the Devil’s friend, used as one of his sickly games. A mark of evil is burnt along my name.

There was this one young girl. She was inside her bedroom, striking at the door with her blooded knuckles. The door refused to let her out. All I needed to do was scorch the wood away. But I wanted to see why tears were pouring down her face. When I reached her she fell down without a sound. I tried stroking her face just to wake her, but her flesh turned angry. So I splintered the door to make my escape.

I’m not bad. They just perceive me that way.

When my name is shouted across streets, crowds run away...Copyright © 2011- blackboxberlin. All rights reserved.

Rising into the Sky

Rising into the Sky

I stand outside,

Tying a piece of string around my little finger,

Eying the digit that kisses the cheek of my new balloon

I watch the wind,

Tickling my blushing friend, pleading for no more,

Until he finally relents and floats into the air with me

I feel the air,

As my companion and I fly through the sky

Reaching as high as the swooping birds and sleeping clouds

I hear my thoughts,

As each tries to cling onto the ground we have left behind

Then I ask myself, why? Why would I want to say goodbye?

As my companion and I fly through the sky...Copyright © 2006- Helen Warren. All rights reserved.