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K Balachandran Jun 2017
Away from the nicely lit place,
where guests chatted and giggled,
we sat face to face, in the after glow
of our smoldering new found love,
for quite a while,wondering within us,
how could emotional fireworks blow up
amidst prolonged pandemonium,like this?
Words to us, seemed quite out of place
I just gazed and gazed in to her eyes
she blushed,like a first time kisser.
A faint beam from a distance, made her
emotionally charged  face look all  aflame.
Her nostrils pretty attractive,perfect rings
looked flared,like an animal's,I noticed
that catches a scent, awaited for long;
seemed like she had an urgent need to express.
I had a guess, but her words were distracting,
"I love your fingers"she lisped, my index finger
on the right hand she started to pet,
"It's so enticing"she spoke as if
she substitutes a thing for one different.
as the compulsion was such.
Time stood still, in the middle,but that wasn't a hitch!
I remembered she had to leave, shortly
but the tide of our passions was flooding still,
so we created darkness at will around us.
Ashly Kocher Apr 2017
Colorful
Lights fill the sky
Painting a picture in the nighttime
Red
Blue
Purple
Green
Fulfilling all of our hopes and dreams
They say chemistry is a science
Exact measures
Experiments that can go wrong
You and I
Were a failed experiment but before we broke there were fireworks
*And I will spend the rest of my life waiting for the same reaction to a different Element
Raylene Lu Jan 2016
But inside...I know
That perhaps of a spark of it is still there

And that very spark,
It will grow and grow, faster and faster...
Just like the way,
A perfectly round cherry does

And from that little orb of light,
It will bloom,
Burst.

Give way the gooey goodness inside.
Empty it all until it is free.

Explode.
Crackle.
As if celebrating its final achievement,
Showering sparks absorbed by the air.

As they heavily rain down,
Like a group of shooting stars.

What was once a spark...
Now a firework.
Hope. Confidence. It will soon show its true form.
Elioinai Aug 2015
hit    
me hard
cos I wanna see stars  
the work of Your hands turns into light upon my face
and in my eyes  I see Your nebulae like the red      
afterbirth of love          the glittery remains 
of                   Your glorious fireworks
as You blow up tight brown boxes   
found stashed inside my mind
and ignite the tinder 
your breath dried inside me
   released from suffocation into
      sudden oxygen from Your chest
                 all the black lies shoot bright
                     across the sky as You shimmer 
                                          your truth down into
                                                                   my world
God's work is like fire. There is nothing boring about being a Christian. Don't believe that lie. Let God light it up
Alias Jun 2015
You are a firework,
Big, colorful, beauty, bright.

The only problem with fireworks,
Is that they always fade to soon.

don't fade away, please
Sophie Wilson Jan 2015
I walked out into the garden
starry night and found an emptiness
and green firework flailing up there.
I tried not to cry but heard
myself repeating hollow syllables.
"Happy new year!" he said, and looked
away. "Hmm" I mused. My thoughts tangled, growing and had a novel
of beauty in them, and an empty bed:
sad songs, poetry, tears, dreams;
only words and suffocation.
My mutterings were never truly understood.
I took more night cold beer,
I noticed, while I was drinking it,
it also included sharp ice dead stars.

More drifted into their boats to oblivion
including you. He seemed distant
and I felt bad. More truths
breathed in and out in starry dark black hopefulness.
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