I wrote my thoughts on empty pages,
A future whispered through the ages.
In silence, I built the world I see,
A place where I can finally breathe.

I kept the echoes of my doubts,
But now they’re voices, not just shouts.
Each step I take, the light grows near,
A future built from all my fear.

I felt the weight of shattered dreams,
But now I see them as glowing beams.
What I was is lost in time,
Now I’m crossing every line.

I’m futuristic, born from the stars,
Every scar is a map of who we are.
I’ll light the sky, I’ll burn the ground,
In a world where my voice is found.

They said I wouldn’t make it far,
But now I’m shining like a shooting star.
Futuristic, watch me rise,
I’ll paint my future in the skies.

I’ve walked through fire, I’ve felt the cold,
But now I wear my story bold.
With every tear and every fight,
I’m carving out my own new light.

I’ve built my wings from shattered glass,
Each piece stronger than the past.
The sky’s not the limit, it’s my view,
And now I’m soaring, breaking through.

I’ve been lost, lost in the dark,
But now I’m finding, finding my spark.
I’ve been waiting, waiting for this day,
And now I’m stepping, stepping away.

I’m futuristic, born from the stars,
Every scar is a sign of who we are.
I’ll light the sky, I’ll break the ground,
In a world where my voice is found.

They said I wouldn’t make it far,
But now I’m shining like a rising star.
Futuristic, watch me rise,
I’ll paint my future in the skies.

I’ve touched the stars, I’ve walked through time,
Now every beat is yours and mine.
The future’s calling, it’s screaming loud,
I’m standing tall, I’m standing proud.

This is my time, this is my crown,
Futuristic, I won’t back down.

I have been a raging fire.
I have been an overflowing cup,
Overflowing with guilt;
I wash it down the sink.
I have been too much for everyone:
Too bold,
Too shy,
Too lustful,
Too innocent.
I poured a bucket of ice on my head
To simmer me down a little bit,
And now that I am freezing,
And I cannot feel the fire no more,
I have met you, the blaze.
And your warmth was burning off my skin,
And it was melting my face off,
And it was too much.
Far too much.
You have given me light and burning warmth,
But I cannot handle the smoke.
I now know how he felt.
I am choking,
So I have left.
I will be too little and too much on my own.
I do not need a spark to jolt me.

Its funny how I stare at this blank piece of paper.... and all I can think about is you.
but I see you in everything, so how is this any different?
maybe because we were never anything.... we were stolen glances, with quick intense touches, eye contact that made me feel dizzy, hands accidently touching and I thought my skin was gonna light on fire, everything was so intense.... it still is.
so why? why won't you just kiss me?
prove to me I'm not making this up.... I can't be.
but maybe it's like a dream, maybe it all feels so real but once you wake up you realize it was only you the whole time, making it all up.
I pray that's not the case.
I pray that you feel this crazy pull towards me as I feel to you.
I pray you feel the same, even just a little.

You never asked.
For this burden.

To be their salvation.
To salvage the light.

You grew up in the dark.
Yet you never dulled your spark.

They look to you for answers.
They look to you for hope.

You nurturer you're mind.
Found another way of life.

You learned long ago.
Not everyone can be saved.

Still somehow.
You hope.
You're wrong.

You are a boy.
You are a saviour.

Finding the faintest light.
To keep the spark of hope.
Alive.

In the quiet of a cluttered room,
a glimmer flickered, an idea in bloom.
I held it close, a thought so bright,
now lost in clouds,
drifting out of sight.

A glance, a turn, a fleeting chase,
I search the corners, I scan the space.
It danced on the tip of my eager mind,
now a whisper, elusive,
and unconfined.

Was it a word, a thing, a dream
or a thread of a half-formed theme?
Time ticks on, relentless and still,
as I shuffle through remnants,
against my will.

Where did it go, this moment, this spark?
Did it slip through the cracks
and into the dark?

I pause, I breathe, I let out a sigh,
in the chaos of life, as my thoughts fly
out the window or through the door,
leaving me stumped
and pondering once more.

©️Lizzie Bevis