She Was On Fire
Inconsolable
The fever had returned
But she was on fire
She was on fire
Uncontrollable
The tears had returned
But she was on fire
She was on fire
The papers all called for rain that day
But she didn’t listen
All she saw was
The steam rising up from her burning skin
And the cure hurt nearly as much
As the disease
Unavoidable
Where had it been all this time
Never mind
She was on fire
She was on fire
Indescribeable
The way this must feel
To be here again
But she was on fire
She was on fire
Her fans all cheered
She was the winning team
But she didn’t hear them
All she felt was
The sound of the flames inside her head
And the cure hurt nearly as much
As the disease
Anger takes us all sometimes
Why did this have to happen again
She has sympathies and symphonies
Playing her heart strings
She was on fire
And I tried to put it out
With arms of love and steam
Will it be enough
To save everything
I tried to show all the love I could
But she couldn’t see it
All she saw was
The tears falling from her eyes
And the cure hurt nearly as much
As the disease
You mean ‘method writing’? I do that sometimes.
Well – bluntly – I meant this is a great poem. I hope that you aren’t full-on in this situation.
It’s not my situation, but I might know someone.
Exactly – how it is most of the time…I think anyway.
I don’t know how this happened, but I am normally on an even keel, and have a pretty good life. Not super awesome excellent, but not terrible awful horrible either. Pretty good. I like it.
This was amazing. One of the best things I have read in awhile.
That’s not true, because you’ve read your stuff. But thanks!
Im not a fan of my work. I am a fan of yours!
Well, thanks. I’m a fan of your work, though!
Thanks!
This brought tears to my eyes.. this is so real, the story is true.. I have lived this through & through. I’ve been on fire, afraid of the cure.. I have been these words, this story, is true. ~ Jen.
I write things sometimes that mean one thing to me, and mean a million different things to a million other people. I just hope my writing is useful to people every so often. Meaningful.
Your writing is wonderful. I really like this piece. Its interesting to read this written from a 3rd person, though. First hand exoerience , the writer understands internally. So, its impressive to see your word choice through a 3rd persons perspective.
I also am feeling regretful for opening up lately. I don’t know why I felt so, safe… but I’m second guessing it now. I think I’ve said too much.
Do you mean with me, or in general?
No! Not you! I adore you! I just feel very exposed… it might be just a mood I’m in right now, but I have been writing a lot lately, posting a lot, telling a lot and my words are straight from my soul. Very true, real, raw… I am hoping that I’ve not said too much. I have been burned so bad by some people and it’s painful. Just in general, I feel as though I’ve said too much… I don’t know… It’s prob. just my mood. I’ve been isolating all day. Not feeling like myself at all. Introverted and pessimistic. I didn’t do a daily reflection today.. I don’t know what’s up with me… ~Jen
I have felt like that lately too, to be honest. Feeling like too much of me is out there, too much now. That’s when I either stop writing for a while, or do what I call ‘method writing’, which is where I write something from some point of view or emotion that I don’t actually currently hold, but may have in the past. Or I’ll just go write something silly.
It can hurt sometimes if you expose yourself like that and the people who you really want to respond don’t. And if people don’t identify with your particular struggle, it can seem like they don’t care. But different people respond in different ways. Some people talk to you, and some people close ranks and take care of their house, so to speak.
It’s a weird blogging time. I am getting the sense, so much, that people are generally unsatisfied with something or other. At least, in my blogosphere. And there’s nothing I can really do about it except listen.
I agree with everything you just said. ~Jen
Well that was easy. LOL
Blogging is a marathon, not a sprint, so to speak. I was posting two or three posts every day for about 6 months. I have 1100 posts on my blog, and close to 200 on my poetry one. I have to take a break, or else it seems like an assignment, a compulsion, an… addiction. And I don’t like being beholden to unimportant things. Not to say these blogs aren’t important, because they totally are – just that it isn’t important to post every single day. Sometimes you need to get centered. Think more, write less. Act more, talk less. Something like that.
Thanks for that. I really needed to heat that.
You’re so right. ~J
This also reminds me of my “fire & ice” piece on tryst..
That’s true!
Dammit hotspur. Fucking tears all over my desk. The poem, the comments…. Don’t ever stop writing for the love of it….you are truly my favorite writer. I remember the first thing of yours I ever read and I was in the best mood…crying from laughter. And then you write shit like this that puts me on my knees. I love you Hotspur…you inspire so many!
I’m gobsmacked. Thank you so much, but don’t cry.
Whatev…it happens
Don’t you get flippant with me! I love everything you said. Thank you.
I was trying to tone down my praise….I may have gotten carried away…but I meant every word. And you can’t tell me what to do…you’re not the boss of me. Just for that I will be flippant more often. In fact I will write a poem about it!!!! So HA!
I’m flippant you off!
http://hastywords.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/not-to-be-flippant/
HA well I flippant love you…and you….and you.
You love all kinds of people. Some of those quotes seem…
I do…and so do you…and everyone else I know…well never mind…that was a lie…some people lack the capacity but… where was I…. Oh yea the quotes, they seem like…..Like someone said them before?
Sounds like me when I’m angry.