Of Passion / Of Fire

I'm copying from my deviantart. It's a parallel between two writing pieces. Neat, huh? :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part 1: Passion

https://blueblazingspirit.deviantart.com/art/Passion-641570344

Fire is good. Fire is a metaphor for passion. I lack fire; I lack passion.

-x-x-x-

Part 2: Fire Underneath My Skin

https://blueblazingspirit.deviantart.com/art/Fire-Underneath-My-Skin-709076786

Fire is deadly. Fire has nothing to do with passion. I'm full of fire now, but I still have a deep lack of passion. 

I shouldn't have romanticized fire. 

Fire is deadly. Fire kills.

Maybe that's why my fire characters have killed. Maybe that's why they have a complex connection with death. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The fire characters are Duke and Fierdan, of course. Haha yes them.

Both mention passion and fire. Both are rather emotional and depressing. Both were written in October (2016 and 2017). 

I find this kinda neat. :)

I really like the first stanza that I also repeated for the last stanza, in my poem from yesterday.

[ " Please don't read this in a voice of glamorization 

I used to write about fire differently 

Blue is the color of my soul and ice covered my ribcage 

I used to crave passion and fire with the warmth they brought

The keyword is: "used to"

Now I found out that passion is not synonymous with fire 

Because here I am engulfed in flames 

And possibly more apathetic than ever 

Passion is still something that I need to find

But I discovered my fire 

It isn't a symbol of glamorization 

Fire is a sign of my suffocation " ]

I remembered that I wrote something called "Passion", and I wanted this new poem to tie back into that and be like a Part 2. 

And my other Part 1 and 2 poems are my ones called "Blue Filter". The third line (the one about my blue soul) also connects to those poems. 

Oh and I really like the last two lines. I like saying them out loud. (" It isn't a symbol of glamorization. Fire is a sign of my suffocation. ")

Maybe that's highlighting what the mood of this poem is. Yeah haha,, aahh.

It's basically like. I wanted fire because I thought fire brought passion. I got fire. Passion didn't come with the fire. 

Am I weird or cool for writing like this? I don't know. 

You tell me.

Delayed opening tomorrow. Yay. :)

Don't be fooled. I'm not feeling positive. Read my poem lmao. 

The slightest thing ruins my mood and makes me want to die. That's,, so,, great,, and,, convenient. :}}

Hopefully, I will survive tomorrow. Hopefully, you will survive tomorrow too. We got this, guys. It'll be okay.. hopefully.

Bye for now. ^-^ 

~ Cutepups