I look at you and I am looking
at fireworks
Bright, blinding and fascinating
But my eyes are wide open
And I'm not interested
That you're way up in the sky
Unreachable
Everybody's looking up
like me
But not everybody's sick,
like me,
of watching bright colors unfold
of watching you ***** perfection
like it has to be gotten out of your system
because it's already too much
even your body can't handle it

Let me put it this way
Imagine all the butterflies
that rested their own chaos in my
stomach

You remind me of spring
with the gentle warmth
caressing the land
like your hand in mine
when we would sit and watch
the fireflies
light up the twilit sky

You remind me of summer
with fireworks
in your cloudless eyes.
Like the fourth of July
sitting love drunk on the lawn
with a balmy breeze blowing through
your ash gold hair

You remind me of autumn
with the way words roll of your lips
like the raindrops in the early morning
wetting the fallen leaves
from the night before
making the world smell
brand new

You remind me of winter
with your alabaster skin
shimmering with light
from the fireplace.
Your embrace kept the whiskey feeling
in my stomach
as we huddled beneath the covers

You remind me of the sun
and how it dances with the moonlight
every single morning
and takes a bow
every single night
before laying down,
with me

the walls are the same.

not much has altered
since the clock struck
twelve.

alone in bed,
watching a display
of fireworks
serve as the baton
to usher in
another year
in a new garb,
custom made
for the most part.

long-forgotten
adrenaline reminds
me
of all those things
taken for granted
the previous year.

lists
and
resolutions
eat away at the corners
of my mind;

a tab
that stands  
unaccounted for.

there's a sizzle and a screech
a loud boom
you can see the streams of light
reflected in her eyes
sometimes the fireworks and the stars
look the same to her
she likes to think that maybe sometimes they are
but some die out after a few seconds
and the others last millions, billions, trillions of years
she stretches to see all of the stars
but it hurts and she can't stretch that far
she longs to see one up close
put one in her pocket for safekeeping
but she'll settle for the stars in her own eyes
they twinkle far brighter and longer
than any silly supernova

Honey, you're love is like fireworks
Exploded beautifully at the sky
Lightened up my darkest nights
But lasted in just a blink of an eye

Skies filled w/ fluorescent lights. Reminiscent of the different times that flashed before me. But as all lights, they burn out. They fizzle. They crackle. Their luminosity gives way to darkness. And then there’s nothing. Sometimes briefly, other times for prolonged periods. Over time, I’ve become accustomed to the darkness. The nothingness. The absence of a glow. No shine in the distance. No light in the future. So perhaps.. the darkness is the norm for these skies. My skies. Until another fluorescent light shows its face. To brighten my skies once again.

I always start with a bang
Watching the fireworks display

And the one person I speak to
At exactly midnight
Is the one I least wanna lose

Some mind altering substance
Is usually tradition
Along with watching the ball drop

When it finally stops
I get my chance to restart

This year starts
With a broken heart
A broken home

And a soul left
All alone

And instead of kissing
To start the year off right

I'm left wishing
And a simple "goodnight"