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ollie Oct 16
There is good in this world
Unfixed by a shout and justice
But maintained by mischief
There is a willingness to be kind if you can find those who possess it
Capture it if you can
It is hard to catch
But bright yellow
It is good
It exists in the smile of someone who cannot help themselves
The pain in your stomach after laughing too hard
It exists when bruised knuckles pick wildflowers
And those who have neither dance in the fields nonetheless
There is a good that exists in nothing but chocolate and inside jokes
There is a good that exists in whispering and a good in the power of a shout
If you can find it your life is all the better for it
There is a good in simplicity and a good in over complications
There is good in a quiet voice
And a murmur of refusal
A murmur of acknowledging
There is a good in her excitement
There is a good named the pitter patter of rain on the window
There is a good they know as dreamless sleep
It awaits
tempest Aug 16
in very late July,
i observed a firefly
pulsing their neon light
while in the dark, they did take flight

in very late July,
there isn’t many fireflies
they pulse their neon lights
find a mate, and say goodnight

in very late July,
i tried to catch that firefly
wished my hands would be their home
so they’d know they’re not alone
Sam Jul 9
I miss the days when I was five
'cause everything was simple
everything looks fine.
I miss soaking on rain,
I miss rolling on mud.
I miss climbing on a tree,
and jumping from its branch.
I miss running with a cape,
and fighting with a sword.
I miss watching popeye,
I miss kid's story books.
I miss all of that and —
being careless of the pain,
there's nothing to be sad.
These are memories
from my 'catching firefly' days.
Elmer Kok Jun 28
The spirits of heaven and earth.

I look down...
You, fly!
Unknown to disgust
Revelling in the solidity of your warm ambition
"You, fly!
Know the Earth and its bounty."

I look up with darkness all round
Glee in the beauty of a falling star
But wait!
"You, fly!
And your jest of chemical fire."
Have taught me a lesson
Of far thought beauties within grasp

Scholar of sustenance and Archetypal will-o-wisp
"Thank you.
You, flies!"
For showing me
All that I can be
And all there is to see
imai May 2
i watch her from below.
every time she descends,
slides down the pole,
time slows
until it comes to a stop.

she moves her body gracefully,
head held high,
she sways her hips
puckers her lips
as intoxicated exhilarated men
shower her with tips

but she glows,
vividly against neon lights,
like a firefly who cannot cry
so it burns bright
till the day it dies,
on the brink of death,
she shines like a
star on its final breath

i watch her from below
she says she’s used to it,
but i know
her better
than all the body glitter—

i watch her from below,
still i cannot say anything
for i am
nothing but a mere spectator
of her show.
Pavle Apr 27
a man with smoke in his eyes
stumbling down the street,
he swinged swiftly through the air

then opens up his hand and cries
wind's long exhale
- a single firefly
flies away
Anusha Mar 27
Demanded to be a Firefly
But rose as a phoenix.
Trusted me to be the guard but
Couldn't control when I grew into an extremist.

My broken phases have become your battle cry
My empty songs have become revolutionary
You watched me go awry but sweet love,
The rebel phase is temporary.

I have changed and I have grown
Like wildfire in the calmest of seas.
I have reached the place that is high,
One deliberate wrong step and you keep guessing Why.
All my dreams and plans are forsaken,
Warrior that I've turned,
I'll be the keeper hardest to keep.

But sweet love, the rebel phase is just temporary
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