Man In Flames. Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins
Man In Flames.
We held hands with mixed emotions,
whispered words of surreptitious acts.
We sat, fingers crossed, promises hidden
within the circle of our confinement,
watching the raven call our name.
We watched the man ingulfing in fire,
running aimlessly into his lies over
and over,
dodging his truths within his reality,
battling the demons with bits and pieces of
his sanity scattered among our trail.
We began to laugh,
but the more we laughed the more he cried,
the more we shed the the more fire was fed,
his flesh now gone a new man stood forward,
his mind was now an open book,
we sat and laughed.
We shared the same hearts, beating sin in
unison,
tears streaming of our forbidden love we hid for
no one to see,
we saw the man ingulfing in flames but never said a word,
if we say we will be exposed,
but no,
we won't give up.
We stared, unnerved,
as the man walked just bone,
and cursed us that forever we will be bound to Hell's surface,
but we only laughed,
what such a man is he?
But if we say we'll be exposed,
but no,
we won't give up.
I promised to keep the words locked up,
but my fingertips traced the surface of sanity,
and unleashed this demon within me,
but to write such a thing among paper to confuse
the audience is much more 'comforting' thing as sitting
watching us read psalms written across our palms to never
get caught,
but if we say that we'll be exposed,
but no,
we won't give up.
It feels more like a song to me. and I like it, I love the disregard of a strangers pain, or order to satisfy a passion. When you see poems like this you really have to think, but I'm not going to pretend I understand what you mean, why is the man burning? I feel like there's a hidden meaning, I'm too out of tune to figure out.
Awesome poetry, the soul sitting detached from the body looks at the fiery passions with disdainful laughter.. CP
Ellie, I like this poem. Personal, poignant and vividly expressed. Can't wait to see your next creation! :) Joanna.
we have but two choices as mortals. Its either we lose our cherished flesh nw or we sell it subsequently for a cheap token. Great work.
A transcending flame of surrender echo in confusion, because of Love.... a willing sacrifice for commitment...'Excellent fumes of honesty of the heart... God bless 10 +++
You were confident that he'd be re-born, into the cycle of life, heavy sarcasm there
As I understand it, it means that when someone needs help we dont care or dont take it seriously. When we realize what we have done we just say it wasnt our fault and blame them for being like that. Its like with those kids who shoot up a school or do these acts of violence. He wont do a thing because we might find out something about us we dont know and dont like. Great poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 10:46:46 AM # 1.0.0
Wow...this poem really makes me think. I mean is the burning man some kind of symbol towards the secrets and the pain of the people..the fire is being fed by all the lies, troubles, and the patronized being of the crowd.....hmmm good since of vivid imagery. i like this. it is really a detailed picture....a silent perception of cleverness and determination of them not giving up cause they no they will get it....truly is great poem^^