Crackle

Pages of our scribbled destiny set afire.
I cannot catch every word
You murmured in my ears.
Fire in my heart burns
In much deeper degrees
Yet I am chilled
In your cold embrace,
Craving to be free…
Like the ash
Poofed.

Insomniac
On some distant planet,
I am asleep
In our cacophonic reality here,
Amid the crackle of burning words.
Once effortlessly bewitched,
I won’t easily awake
From this deep-sleep,
From this conundrum
Of your false love.

Wake me up!

Written for Photo Challenge #124 at MLMM.

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Ronny Garcia Moron
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  1. “From this conundrum
    Of your false love.
    Wake me up!”

    Ooh… fierce~!

  2. “Fire in my heart burns
    In much deeper degrees
    Yet I am chilled
    In your cold embrace”

    this is one emotionally packed poem. the hurt and the anger burning!

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