Pyromaniac

Anger slowly burning
Rage ever consuming
It floods and it flushes
Pink into the cheeks
Like a human torch exploding
You who holds my matches
And sears the heart with yearning
Scalds the soul with hurting
Igniting hidden reservoirs
Of oil and kerosene
Wicks heated with gasoline
And with a word or a touch
With love or with hate
My arsonist, you create
Within and out of me
A pyromaniac

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The South, US, USA

Favorite Poets: William Blake

Comments

the dangerous passions

flicker and sizzle
that tension
reminds me of heart sickness
a true malady tested
flushed skin
heart rate fast
shallow breathing
the thoughts racing
fight or flee
like a madness
engulfing the house of
cards
all the energy released

magnesium and steel...

thank U

Thank You Esker

Thank you Esker! That is beautiful!

Esker searchs beautiful...

there is the surmise and the suffuse
the grand and gratious
the maladious meliforous
the ugly and sharp
glimmering

I do like the way you put your poems
together

again

thank U~!

conflagration...

Complete! So much heat here! I like this a lot. The bits of rhyme here and there, make this very readable and add to the overall work. Your language use was fine and the consistency throughout was great. Gee

Thank you

Thank you both so very much