You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
when i first met you the feeling took flight silky yellow, blush pink wings in the palm of my hand.
the feeling was warm a burning knife through skin-- you told me that i was like the dead sea, "you'll never sink when you're with me".
darling, if only you knew my bones and how your fingertips stained my skin, and how your smile could be a memory, made from the finest lights-- faded in the morning.
they say that letting somebody in, exploring the darkest regions of your soul could make a coward run away. when i met you i thought different-- how wrong was i.
even after you disappeared like smoke your kisses will linger like a spark, grow into something more. i'll never forget and you'll never remember.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
they say, even the smallest amount of sunlight can break apart a storm. and how dreams can mend a broken window.
the shallow feeling you might get when looking through glass, echoing your move with sharp claws-- it preys on the soul, teeth dug deep into flesh.
they say, broken bones heal but what about hearts? do they continue beating or do they just stop?
mend it together with glass
rip, rip, rip echos off the heart
please be careful
they say, even the caged birds often fly away.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
Steggy! Me partner in this catawumpus! I love the images you've got rolling here, and your word choice is really lovely ('silky yellow' in particular is something that stuck with me). What I like here is that both the poems are like garden paths, and the reader comes to sit on the same rock he started out at, which is a very nice feeling.
Keep going! Hit me up on chat and we'll get writing for this week. XD
The red ladybugs move around my window, attached to the warmth of the sun. I never understood that. On the cloudy days, they moved away, flying in a swarm to a different part of the house. Sometimes they fly around the light in my bedroom. Often times they swarm around my light bulb blocking out the thoughts and wishes-- dreams and wants. Sometimes even my love.
They fly and fly, ignoring the world. Sometimes I pick these red ladybugs up and wonder what are they thinking? Wingless giants? A fleshed mirror, broken and scarred? I let them land on my finger, drifting on a summer dream-- completely free and forever alone.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
the warmest time of the year can be the coldest, the flowers will die, turning to an ungodly brown. the trees converge, their bones crunching under my feet.
the warmest time of the year can have storms, with blinking flashlights out back and screaming matches in the kitchen.
the warmest time of the year can have holding hands, souls linked together like a school fence. we used to run away from the flowers, not wishing to die young, only now to float on our backs like the petals down a summer river.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
they say to heal a wound you need to stop touching it. i say different a wound is something you need to nurse, drinking the alcohol i give -- acting like my neighbor. i care for the wound like a baby dressing it, protecting it and then it cries.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
My mom has always forced me into getting a job. The small kinds where you forget everything in the morning, but the pain of yesterday still hangs on your back. I keep telling her I want something different, something to change the world and not cause stress-- it sounded so simple.
Down the frayed rope, my mother and I tried (and failed) to seek the job I wanted. My small tan feet ached by midday, climbing and walking through endless tunnels of doubt. My mother wasn't changing-- her eyes glowed brighter within the day, they warmed me in the darkest of place (one being the tunnel) and I realize, my dream job was in front of me.
An old man sat in front of a store door, with a serpent smile and evil blue eyes. He said,
"I admire people who choose to shine even after the storms they've been through."
His fingers curled around my bones-- puppeteer. Moving sudden parts, speaking things I've left unspoken. Begging, he finally let me go. My mother was still there, watching from afar with something hiding in her eyes-- was it hate? hope? I didn't know.
"I really just want to be the warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love," I heard her mumble, walking back home. A weird concept of just being the sunlight in your family. Bent at the all the right angles. I'll never get used to it.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
nocturnally hurdling through time in this space my body takes up, volume we define by what it displaces-- the places i'm in are calculated by what i give up.
life awaits with every moment, not for you to remind us of your glory that is how the petty exist-- not capable of handling their own insignificance.
as descending to a new tier of blackness one so dark, even the shadows seem white in comparison.
you cannot kill time it sits there laughing at your tries, watches as you confront it with lies idly patient waiting for your demise.
enjoy it while you can because time is forever, whereas we simply are not.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
i'd often dreamed of you through the storms at night, where the thunder screams into the night. the lightning becomes the flashlight, brightening up my life-- you only made it worthwhile for a few seconds, you said. the rain continued to fall, drops of melancholy from the sky.
even after the storm, i can still see the moon and wonder about tomorrow because the sun, too, will rise.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
moments are forever forgetful and the hours that filled the lemonade cup from a younger age are in my hand; it holds perspiration, slipping from my fingers. you are the seconds being counted down until something big happens and the moment it does, people regret or remember. the moments that are imagined, the hours that are sitting in the bottom of the bottle he drinks every night, seconds are the moments that she wished to remember, holding onto the baby with dear life.
these moments we think of, have two roads: hours that are sleepless nights and thunderstorms and seconds that are crying girls and starry nights.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
there is a girl who is complex like a puzzle, walking the streets. her thoughts douse her in gasoline, waiting for a flame.
there is a boy who holds the secrets of the world in the palm of his hand, watching the skies cry. his memories are echoing like the voices inside a conch shell.
the both share the same story lives intertwining with something grander than themselves-- a spot in the middle of an ocean.
bubblegum being tasted sweet summer air in between their teeth, dreams they share as one. nightmares disguise as one.
the girl wanders alone thinking too much of her future (don't run away from the future; be afraid of what it may hold).
the boy stares off into the void, his eyes red from the stress moved quickly through time (the past you wish to forget will soon overpower you, becoming something greater)
the beast is hungry and looking for prey: the summer air thick with humidity. he can't see her anymore; she can't feel him anymore. dark shades of red in her eyes, smiling 'murder'.
he panics, locking the door and forgetting the girl. the missing puzzle piece that holds his hand, gives him warm, yellow butterflies on balloons. the storm is only brewing, harsh screams and cries:
tap, tap, tap
there is a girl who holds a secret in the palm of her hand, her reality clashing with the nightmares she once forgotten.
there is a boy broken like a hand-me-down wristwatch, his thoughts jumbled yet standing still. his heart dead.
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
i listened closely to the silence, down the forgotten chambers of our love and the fading memories of spring (quietly whispering among the daffodils)-- i took that an answer and waited for seconds minutes hours years just for you
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
the morning dew hangs in the air glistening on the evergreen tips and dancing on the dying spring grass-- it whispers a song to the bluebirds, who in return sigh in grace. the morning is cold and blurry like rain falling down a window in may-- dancing during a thunderstorm is all i need to remind me of you
You are like a blacksmith's hammer, you always forge people's happiness until the coal heating up the forge turns to ash. Then you just refuel it and start over. -Persistence (2015)
You have so much potential and love bursting in you. -Omnom
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