Engulfed in Flames : Writing

Jigsaw

Jigsaw

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


my heart is a jigsaw puzzle that is missing a few pieces and I've been running trying to find that piece that is cut to the precision of the miss..
When you are engulfed in flames

When you are engulfed in flames

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


A fire can only be put out by someone who wants to stop it or it will burn until it has nothing left I've got fires all around me burning passions..
Heart Hotels

Heart Hotels

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


I know I failed to make a reservation last week but the rain is pouring I have no gas so I was just wondering if you had any room for me and I ..
Rooms are for people

Rooms are for people

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


my hand is shaking trying to find you in the dark seeing silhouettes behind moonlight a moon draining through your window and drenching the sheet..
For Taylor

For Taylor

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


Taylor. Taylor. i repeated the name over and over like a melody so catchy it plays in your head all day born premature she was as green as an un..
Truth is often found in silence

Truth is often found in silence

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


sometimes lying in waiting is the only moment when we are in control only when our bodies are breaking from whispers too loud to bang our ear dr..
I've got teeth the size of piano keys

I\'ve got teeth the size of piano keys

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


Typically I enjoy the pats of rain drops or the pounding of gods fist on my window but lately the rain is the sound of glass breaking every drop i..
Sorcerors are more Powerful than Wizards

Sorcerors are more Powerful than Wizards

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


My tag is hanging out of my shirt and I'm only wanting you to tuck me back in tuck me in so I can dream and remember the paleness of your eyes i ..
I didn't say I was powerful, I said I was a Wizard

I didn\'t say I was powerful, I said I was a Wizar..

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


two roads diverged... the road is calling and the stars point to this they blaze trails for us in the north and south we've come too close to lo..
Handlebars

Handlebars

A Poem by Engulfed in Flames


Handlebars I remember when my father taught me to ride a bike difficult to push the pedals my legs were so young I learned within an hour I ..