The Orange Blossom
This awesome poem has found its way to the Poet’s Corner from Dare’s pen (@TheDharkOne). Deep and beautiful. Enjoy it
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The first time I saw her, I was but a year old
On a tall piece of white bone she stood
Shivering and shaking in the wind
Her tresses flickering from blue to red
Mother warned me to stay away
But I went ahead and caressed
She bit me coyly and I screamed my surprise
As Mother took her away
I burst into tears.
I saw her again when I was eight
Hidden behind a crisp brown turban
Mother tore it off with a βcrack!β
Then put her to paraffin soaked wool
When Mother left, I took her to my room
Wondering why one so beautiful would hide her light
I struck her head against the wall
She burst forth in my hand
Her orange blossom lighting my face
Warming my soul
She bit me again and I dropped her
Fascination dampening my pain
I watched as she nearly died; soul blue as ice
Then smiled when she rose; red and hot as the Sun
She surprised me that night as she filled my room
Taking wood, wool and glass
Filling my bones with blissful heat
Showing a dark side that threatened to take me over
It filled my lungs and burnt my throat
As everything went black
I smiled.
I am twenty when we meet for the last time
We have been lovers for so long
My skin marked as hers, melted and made perfect
My blackened fingers clutch her signal to dance
We are going to a final gathering of souls
We walk through the crowd as she rests
Cold and heavy against my back
As I stand in the middle of mortals, she whispers
“Release Me⦔
I push red and she escapes, loud as thunder
The Phoenix embraces me, touching my core as I scream
It’s a white-hot orgasm of primal lust
I rise, floating above the rubble, amidst charred souls
The Orange Blossom has taken me
everything goes black
One last time
Wow! This is about fire, isnt it? And an arsonist who becomes a suicide bomber. Scary but good, really good. Wow! Oh wow!
Oh God. This is just so deep. An arsonist who commits a suicide bombing? I’m so proud of you right now. :’)
Bravo!!! Another chronicle of a pyromaniac/suicide bomber! π
very deeep! Well written..me likey
You finally posted it. I’ll be honest, I don’t know if the flower is a metaphor for something else but it’s a good read. Big ups, Dare.
Love the creativity.
Demons… Why? Don’t play with fire.
Very nicely written. (Y)
Very awesome. Amazing. I was lost in it. Totally, truly madly, deeply in love with this. Thanks for sharing man. Deep, dark souls live amongst us. Well done.
I actually sat up in my chair when I first started reading. Even when the mystery was solved halfway, I couldn’t wait to see the end. *sighs* I love poets. All of you!
:’)
Nicely written.
I wonder the last thots these bombers have…i’ll never know tho.
Nicely written.
They be like; “Bitch I’m about to BLOW UP!!”
Llol
This is really good.. Deep..
Beautiful piece, y’all. Efe, thanks for having Dare on here. You forgot to give us a link to his other stuff though… /:|
Dare is on 19th Street exclusive for now. He has plenty other stuff coming according to him. Just watch the throne, sorry, the Poet’s Corner here. π
Wow…
I think this is awesome on so many levels. I’ve always been fascinated by ppyromaniacs.
Him going to become a suicide bomber is just added coolness
(Y)
its about her, innit? reaaally powerful lady
Love!
WOW Oh WOW… :’)
Hmm nicely written
This is absolutely fantastic. U sure know how to handle yur literary devices…’My skin Marked as hers Melted & Made perfect’ Dayuuuum boi, u r GOOD!
Writing pyromania was fun, Thank you all for reading and enjoying, (except Seyi of course, and Edwin Chillysauce -.-)
@OlaToxic – I’m a fresher on here, but I have more coming. Yay!!
π Lovely
Lovely!Thanks for giving me something good to read π
You “Pass The Salt” people are just evil.
dare!!!! nice! very nice ^_^
marie
good poetry work man, I love the personalization and the chronological climax…good poem. I think I should upload some of my poems as well. I’m getting inspired.
Nice stuff! (Y)
Beautifully written…I cd actually love poetry cz of Dare…but nah….
Now dis is poetry…hian…ppl dey sha. *goes back to continue gathering blogging chakra*
There is something unearthly about your poems … i cant help but journey to where ever they are from as i read them .. this again is beautiful, sad as usual but beautiful.
I bookmarked this page so anytime I feel like listening to a genius, I read up dis piece. & it gets better with every read. This is wonderfully fantastic.
loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove this!!!
why am I just seeing it? Efe! *side eye*
Deep..very deep