Inert Gases and Us

I have spent exactly 54 minutes trying to write something without any success.

I began writing about inert gases

and how they make up

only about a certain percentage of the atmosphere,

but how they seem to make up a little over 100%

of people like you and me.

All of us, unfortunate children of riot,

taking ourselves so seriously that we forget

that we are nothing else but compost for a faraway landfill.

Never reacting, yet ever-reacting specks of dust.

We fight for skin, body and brains.

Who fights for hearts and souls, love?

Who fights for the propaganda of honesty and virtue?

Inert gases at least know how to fill space up with themselves.

We, are busy filling our self with ourselves,

while we forget that hundreds of hearts have slept

unhappiest of sleeps, dreamt the most unfortunate of dreams.

Yet you and I are just worried about world peace,

while we sit and fight in our own courtyards.

Families torn apart with money, hearts with greed.

Who knows when someday people

like you and me reach the atmosphere,

that’s the real reason why there’s acid rain.

Forest Fire

You’re forest fire, baby.

You’re burning me down by the acre.

A while back you were

grazing near my lips,

and suddenly now you’re

in the burning of my toes.

You feed off the breaths I heave

as you scorch through my insides.

Silence stokes our soul.

I feel younger, yet ‘us’ feels old.

Like a phoenix, you rise from my ashes.

Like a dry autumn leaf, I fall

and crumble on your merciless palms.

Your hands chart journeys deftly.

And my body reaches destinations.

We, are evidence why

fire is good for the soil.

I shrivel at the edges, like a paper

teased by a flame.

I mutter prayers whilst I burn,

waiting for my next turn.

You’re forest fire, baby.

And I’m not putting you out.

Hell no.