Still bad with titles, mb yall

[spark vigil]

"You were the flame of the fire I found as a little boy in a forest,
its dim glow keeping my hands warm, my mind numb.
But I yearned for more—more fire, more warmth, more of you.
So I lit the whole forest on fire, throwing myself into the flames,
desperate to feel the warmth I thought I needed.

How fast everything was ablaze—the trees, the air in my lungs, the ground beneath my feet.
But I was warm, and for a moment, it was enough.
How could I complain when I had received exactly what I'd asked for?
Even as the smoke filled my lungs and the ashes fell like rain,
I told myself it was worth it—because for a while, I wasn't cold.

Now the forest is gone, and I stand alone in the charred remains,
still searching for that first flame,
the one that didn't ask for everything in return."

[charred void]

Marvellous! This reminds me of Sappho

[spark vigil]

sappho?

[charred void]

Yes; her poems would often end in such a way as: 'now I am on the point of dying and alone'

[tired gorge]

Its about first love

[tired gorge]

so she was a drama queen

[charred void]

Horribly reductionist, but you might say so

[tired gorge]

i have said so

[spark vigil]

It's about addiction. But I can see the similarities

[tired gorge]

Could be the same thing no?

[spark vigil]

Love itself is quite addicting

[charred void]

She was low-key on the point of dying though

[tired gorge]

We all are

[spark vigil]

Reality is often harsh and lonely

[tired gorge]

Forest in a Matchbox?

[spark vigil]

Hey I said you could name it, guess that's it's name

[tired gorge]

If i think of a better one ill do it

[spark vigil]

Any criticism? Looking for it where I can get it. This is the place I've shared my poetry so I'm sure it's a little buns

[tired gorge]

Just maybe some more word efficiency, doesn’t mean you have to talk like a caveman but just see where you can strip something as excess and throw in something creative in its place or have it just read better.

[charred void]

Here is the passage it reminded me of, we were talking about it the other day:

My tongue breaks and, immediately 
A delicate fire runs beneath my skin, 
I see nothing with my eyes but 
There is a buzzing in my ears, 
And sweat pours over me 
And a tremor 
Seizes me all over 
And I am greener 
Than grass 
And I think that I am 
On the point of death.

[spark vigil]

How can something as simple as words make someone feel so much

[bright osprey]

Wonderful! @spark vigil has just pregressed to level 6!

[tired gorge]

In light of new evidence, i was not being a drama queen

[tired gorge]

This is actually cool though

The last line break is brilliant

[charred void]

Yeah bro its sappho

[spark vigil]

Less being a drama queen, more facing reality

Just my opinion tho

Not everyone gets the happy ending that movies and books show. After all, they are fantasy

[tired gorge]

I think that i am (still alive)

On the point of death (reframes the poem as a musing “on the point, of death””)

Thats pretty cool

[charred void]

She is supposed to have jumped off a cliff tbf which is a little bit dramatic, but hey

[tired gorge]

it appears the horse has bolted juli eh? Eh?

She clearly wasn’t very STABLE

[charred void]

Neigh

[tired gorge]

@woeful yacht

[woeful yacht]

Created: #💬・off-topic message

[charred void]

But hay what can you do

[tired gorge]

Always good to be in character

[tired gorge]

this chat is getting quite foal

[charred void]

Gotta rein in these puns

[tired gorge]

making me giddey

[charred void]

Yeah back to the mane topic I think

[tired gorge]

Yeah lets get back in the saddle

[spark vigil]

I leave for a half hour and come back to horse puns, lovely day

[charred void]

Sry I was chomping at the bit for those puns :/