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Amanda Kay Burke May 2021
Live as if you were a firecracker

Which burns out too soon
Makes such an impression
Worth it

But the gunpowder is what makes the explosion worthwhile
Not sure if this even makes sense but oh well
ae Jan 2020
The firecrackers exploded in the night sky,
light slipped through every twinkling star
dancing among those sparkling lights
as if the moon was not enough;

Every outburst tainted the darkness of the nightfall,
turned its tranquillity into mayhem
of aesthetics and beauty,
shifting the horizon into an abstract portrait.

Everything was perfect.
Everything was beautiful.
It would be a great year ahead indeed.
Looking back at the past year, the place I am in now is much better than ever. I couldn't even put into words how it changed me and everything around me; how it was a year of growth and freedom. It might have been rough, but hey, here we are on another year.

Cheers to us who have braved every day's struggles and defeats. May we become stronger and better versions of ourselves this year.

Happy 2020 to all of us!
mysa Nov 2019
i feel like a tiger
pacing in a cage
it is not poetic
in the way that
if the bars were opened
i would burst out
like a firecracker
it is instead in the way that
i would lie down where i stood
unable to leave.
wrote this back in october
Angela Rose Oct 2017
So I’m not your cup of tea?

I know, I know
I’m loud
I’m abrasive
I’m bold
I’m not ladylike
I’m too political
I’m too modern of a woman
I’m not maternal
I’m overly comfortable with sexuality
I make jokes like a man
I swear like a sailor
I don’t dab the grease off my pizza
I drink liquor from the bottle
I got some mouth on me, the audacity
I don’t filter my words
I fight when I’m right, or wrong
I push buttons and boundaries
I’m nothing short of a firecracker

So I’m not your cup of tea?
That’s okay
I’d much rather be someone’s shot of tequila, straight, no chaser
Alyanne Cooper Jun 2014
He took my hand
And my heart skipped a beat.

Skadoosh

My world implode,
Never to be the same.

Kaboom

Now that he's gone,
How do I recover?

Bang

He was my firecracker,
My short-fused flame.

— The End —