Fire, air, water, earth
Desire's fare caught up in worth
Elementary...
Volcanoes erupt
and hot fire is amongst us
Yet cold to the touch
Phobias of air
...Nasal passages, they don't care!
Blessed freshness, YEAH!
Aqueous oceans
the profit is on the coast
Understand, most land
Focus on turmoil...
Surely, don't! Get grounded, whoa!
Watch this volcano!
About the Creator
El Poet
Subscribe, so I can provide something magical while striving to be autobiographical. For the life of me I shall not take a sabbatical. I'll keep writing these apical poems, as longs as it's fashionable to my passionate flow. Let's go!
Family Dinner
The draining bath water sounds like a woman wailing behind a wall and my limbs plaster themselves to the tub. I lie there long after she runs out of tears, growing warmer until there’s no distinction from when the tub was brimming with steaming water. That its absence can satisfy as much as its presence startles me.
By Mackenzie Davis8 days ago in Fiction
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