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Flint Holcomb Apr 2020
i imagine his hands are warm
they fit so perfectly in mine
my mood would instantly transform
and everything would be fine

i imagine his smile
so beautiful and bright
if everything was dark for a while
i'd know it would all be alright

but then i'm back here
in my cold, empty bed
for a man that holds me dear
only exists in my head
  Apr 2020 Flint Holcomb
In your eyes, I see a contrast of hues that paint the windows of your soul like stained glass paints the inner walls of a church in the early rays of morning - a kaleidoscope of heavenly light.
A poem for my love. Your eyes captivate my heart in ways I can only hope this poem conveys.
Flint Holcomb Apr 2020
The heat is becoming unbearable.
[average repair cost $488]
I'm manually cranking the window
[1998 Chevy S-10]
While Dad drives me to the store.

I'm craving Nutella
[Great Value Hazelnut Spread]
And pomegranates seeds.
[only one container without mold]
I hope Mom doesn't mind the price.

Turning 22 this year;
[also a model from 1998]
I hope to start on Testosterone
And maybe learn to drive
This was written in January 2020.
Flint Holcomb Jul 2019
the scorching summer sun
makes the day almost unbearable
even the plants agree
the sun needs to *******

I guess its not the sun's fault
it's just doing its thing
but maybe it could tone it down a bit
since our sunscreen was washed away

it could be worse though;
the summer storms could roll through
flooding the countryside in a muddy wave
and leaving us trapped underwater

the floods didn't use to be common,
but now they happen every year
sometimes i jokingly wonder aloud
who forgot to turn off the hose

so I'll just sit in front of my fan
wishing we had ac
and longing for ice cream
that has already melted
Flint Holcomb Jul 2019
your tears fall free
and mingle with mine
creating a stream of sorrow,
flooding the world around us

i sink beneath the waters
and our tears fill my lungs
all i can breathe is the sadness
brought forth by my own hand

but grief is not forever
and one day these tears will evaporate,
leaving condensation on my window
and eventually become a cool spring rain
This was for a challenge I did! I was given a line and I had to write a poem around it.

”but rather evaporation, condensation, and then the rain once more.”

-Shinji Moon | The Anatomy Of Being
Flint Holcomb Jul 2019
the rain beats against the window;
a nice calming melody plays
i watch the morning sun
refract off the drops of water
and turn into a rainbow

oh, to be like the rain
and receive the sun's flame,
combined we would make
the most beautiful rainbow
and the world would see our love

but instead, i am like the earth
basking in the sun's light;
feeling their warmth
but unable to create something so beautiful
as the rainbow they make with the rain

so i will sit here beside the window,
watching the rain fall with a sigh
and when i have collected myself
i will go back to my cozy bed
and think about my plants
Flint Holcomb Jun 2019
as the sun goes down
the dark night creeps
and shadows consume all
leaving me helpless

even though i'm alone,
my heart beats still
and i shall fill your void
with the sound of seas

waves crash upon the shore
spraying me with droplets
and the world said
i will be alright
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