The Moth and the Flame -------------------------------------------
Don't come to me because I'm different
And don't take my silence as a sign of fear.
Realize that when you speak
You only embarass yourself.
You see, I am the flame.
I am the burning fire.
And you, my friend, are nothing more
Than a moth to this flame.
Don't think just because I think talk is cheap
That the fire won't burn you
Making you weak and flightless.
Remember that words are nothing
But playing with fire will only get you burnt.
Now tell me: Are you sure of yourself?
Or has the heat from my kitchen
Gotten too hot for pleasure?
Fly away little moth while you still can.
i think you're brilliant, as a matter of fact you just landed the position as my favorite elite poet. you seem to knoe exactly what you'e talking about, i know that you know. my friend demon and i are big fans of yours because we understand what it is that you speak of.
Eh, I don't know. It strikes me as too arrogant. Like something the bad guy would say in a movie right before he got his bad ass kicked. So I guess it's not really my style. The thing is, with the concept of a moth and flame, that could be a really good poem, but I think it would be better if it wasn't so "in your face."
I'm not sure either about this. You seem hurt or maybe even just angry. Maybe understanding the surcumstances in which you wrote this would make it make more sence. Good piece though that I can not dispute