Burn

This is not my home
This is a house built on hurt
Materialistic walls made of wood
and built to burn
We tear, we rip, and we break
You spill the words of a liar
You gave me the matches
to strike our fire
If this Is the life we live
These four walls that keep me here
are nothing more
than my worst fears
I can't do this anymore
And if this life is worth living
then I need to know
that there can be difference
The house is on fire
But my home has been ashes
It's burning bright
To rid me of the memory as it passes

Reviews

[Jillian Angel Sandoval]

Good rhyme scheme, nice flow, good wording. Over all good job, however there is room to better improve this piece. Different phrasing and stronger wording would make this a true masterpiece. As it stands now though, its a vivid and raw yet thoroughly enjoyable piece. Good show.

[Justin Miller]

Thank you so much. I wrote this fairly quickly just to see how the website worked. Wished I would have spent more time on it. However check out my pt.2. I will give your writings a look as well!

[PoeticChico]

This is beautifully sad...

[Justin Miller]

Thank you so much

[hdean]

Great job using vivid words to capture the strong emotion behind the text! I really enjoyed reading this! :)

[Justin Miller]

Thanks a lot. I will be sure to look at your writings

[Eliot Knight]

Broken homes are something I can relate to. Thankyou for putting into words what I have not yet been able to bring myself to do.

[Justin Miller]

Thanks man. I'll put some more up sometime. I just created this account last night and wrote that in a few minutes just to kind of see how this website worked. Look forward to using it more.

[Eliot Knight]

Looking forward to it :)