..writings? 2 poems i guess

Passion I am Hot and Bothered with it
Burning, boiling and rolling in it
disco ball eyed and engrossed by it
written like a will, then die by it
live half a life then get born with it
Beyond it or beneath it, I am in it 

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ripening smell of storm
we tumble down a growing hill
seering sights killing lights
into the tunnel of devices.
the driver smites the passenger
despite the sights they hold no hopes for saviour,
emerging into completed and unresolved misery
Then dawn hits, and the night was mist
ladderless and for a no win victory.