Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #2 | Flammable

Decorative title page for "Poetry on the Margins of the First Draft" featuring a vintage paper background, raven, mauve flowers, handwritten poetry, and a vintage glass heart bottle illustration.

This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens, seems I was a very dramatic writer back then.

(Authors Note Here)

Flammable

And I wish

That my poetry was a flammable fluid

With words spilling from my fingertips,

The smell of petroleum,

The light of a match

Set his world on fire

Poetry on the Margins #2 Afterglow

I wonder, if words alone could ever set someone on fire.

Think —
someone pisses you off and all you say is one, simple, word
and they turn to ashes.

Splendid... huh?

Well, that maybe is not what I meant.
Entirely.

More so,
I was hoping for a little sprinkle of magic this piece could evoke —
perhaps, even gently, tug on the heartstrings?
Perhaps haunt someone?

To be honest,
I certainly would love to haunt a person.

Note to self:
When I die,
haunt a person.

Misplace something,
to mildly inconvenience them.
Or something.

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There's more of my work:

All of the six-sentence stories.

The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.

There is also a page for all of the poetry.

More personal entries can be found at the Blog.

The IT studies blog in Estonian for a course at the university.

the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.

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This piece is part of Margins of the First Draft — a collection of poetry that was originally written in my teens, seems I was a very dramatic writer back then.

(Authors Note Here)

Flammable

And I wish

That my poetry was a flammable fluid

With words spilling from my fingertips,

The smell of petroleum,

The light of a match

Set his world on fire

Poetry on the Margins #2 Afterglow

I wonder, if words alone could ever set someone on fire.

Think —
someone pisses you off and all you say is one, simple, word
and they turn to ashes.

Splendid... huh?

Well, that maybe is not what I meant.
Entirely.

More so,
I was hoping for a little sprinkle of magic this piece could evoke —
perhaps, even gently, tug on the heartstrings?
Perhaps haunt someone?

To be honest,
I certainly would love to haunt a person.

Note to self:
When I die,
haunt a person.

Misplace something,
to mildly inconvenience them.
Or something.

There's more of my work:

All of the six-sentence stories.

The Nervous Poet Entries for the SSC&B.

There is also a page for all of the poetry.

More personal entries can be found at the Blog.

The IT studies blog in Estonian for a course at the university.

the Band "Chaos in Spring" is on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.

← Poetry On the margins of the First Draft #1 | the BeginningPoetry On the margins of the First Draft #3 | Immortalized →

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