Poetry – Page 6 – Youthopia

Negotiable Fire

Disillusioned matchsticks trembled with fear,As they cannot dazzle themselves anymore, with the infinite burning flashes..Pious and holy and for two

The nation was at war with the enemy beside, And the year was nineteen ninety-nine. He rushed out of his

When my fire splitting dragon turned into a camel, she hurled questions, interrogated her worth of existing. ‘how much more?

I heard the words, Be precise, to the point And I asked “my friend, but how?” A surprise stares at

If I die today, will anyone care? Will anyone cry, or be able to bear? Will my friends go home

Like a stark naked truth I stood alone Burning in the rain like an inferno The poison within surged from

I wrote your failure somewhere.. Where did I keep it? I wrote your death somewhere.. Did I eat it? Last

Country clouds skimming the highland shore. Treading the skinny sky, Past the stars of delight, blanketing each Once; for a

Rendezvous with Traffic Jams and unplanned weekends “Is it a daily dose for life now” Well,

The vacant easy chair On which the body reclines The swinging movement Which then and now reminds The realisation of