#flashes - Hello Poetry

The phoenix is a bird said to rise from its own ashes being a symbol of immortality and spiritual rebirth. So life in this world undergoes many similar flashes which determine the degree and quality of our mirth. _________________________

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Oct 31, 2023

Oct 31, 2023 at 10:24 AM UTC

George-Krokos

Quatrain #422 - The Phoenix

The phoenix is a bird said to rise from its own ashes being a symbol of immortality and spiritual rebirth. So life in this world undergoes many similar flashes which determine the degree and quality of our mirth. _________________________

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Life and death, Are tightly bound, Like a flashbulb going off. Black rain fell, Clashing with Smoke and fire. "You cannot escape," She told me. "Even here, Only a few people Are not broken."

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC

iridezombieunicorns

BOOM

Life and death, Are tightly bound, Like a flashbulb going off. Black rain fell, Clashing with Smoke and fire. "You cannot escape," She told me. "Even here, Only a few people Are not broken."

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Muzzle flashes in the distance And I'm thinking about you I don't know if I should I don't know why I would Actually I do know why Muzzle flashes in the distance And I'm still thinking about you One hour brings to two Even though you have someone in your life I still want to talk to you Muzzle flashes in the distance And ********* i'm still thinking about you Should I stop and if I can't I'm in the middle of the enemy So why do i think of you Muzzle flashes in the distance We know each other for two weeks That is no relationship No grounds to build upon No house to live in Muzzle flashes in the distance If I die will you mourn? If I pray will he fall? I don't hear the muzzle Only see what they are doing So they flash in the distance And I'm thinking about you.

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Dec 4, 2018

Dec 4, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC

poemsformysake

Muzzle flashes in the distance

Muzzle flashes in the distance And I'm thinking about you I don't know if I should I don't know why I would Actually I do know why Muzzle flashes in the distance And I'm still thinking about you One hour brings to two Even though you have someone in your life I still want to talk to you Muzzle flashes in the distance And ********* i'm still thinking about you Should I stop and if I can't I'm in the middle of the enemy So why do i think of you Muzzle flashes in the distance We know each other for two weeks That is no relationship No grounds to build upon No house to live in Muzzle flashes in the distance If I die will you mourn? If I pray will he fall? I don't hear the muzzle Only see what they are doing So they flash in the distance And I'm thinking about you.

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It's black with bits of white and Grey resembling the tombstones of flames. Lightning beneath the cinders illuminate the ashes with flashes of white light. The sooty sky is so dull but it's still shines.

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Oct 6, 2018

Oct 6, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC

lotusflower5

Sooty sky

It's black with bits of white and Grey resembling the tombstones of flames. Lightning beneath the cinders illuminate the ashes with flashes of white light. The sooty sky is so dull but it's still shines.

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5 am waking up in a bed of lies. Then the flashes come every day is filled with blue sky's. Living in a world filled with your lies. Hell touch you and it will make you feel like god. You'll drown yourself playing into his game. Where no one knows your name. Its all about the fame. Undeniable lust, his lips are poison to the touch. Tasting the sweet, sweet flavor of nicotine. My favorite drug. He dusts me out and uses me as his rug. Using me over and over. Is there no end. Living in a fake sense of happiness, just playing pretend. He'll make you close your eyes, tell you your pretty and **** you till you meet your demise. Taking your body into his hands, owning and claiming it. You need to take a stand. You tell him no and your no turns into a yes then into an I guess. He's got you now. 5 am waking up

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC

Veshalyamoriee

5 AM.

5 am waking up in a bed of lies. Then the flashes come every day is filled with blue sky's. Living in a world filled with your lies. Hell touch you and it will make you feel like god. You'll drown yourself playing into his game. Where no one knows your name. Its all about the fame. Undeniable lust, his lips are poison to the touch. Tasting the sweet, sweet flavor of nicotine. My favorite drug. He dusts me out and uses me as his rug. Using me over and over. Is there no end. Living in a fake sense of happiness, just playing pretend. He'll make you close your eyes, tell you your pretty and **** you till you meet your demise. Taking your body into his hands, owning and claiming it. You need to take a stand. You tell him no and your no turns into a yes then into an I guess. He's got you now. 5 am waking up

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out of the corner of my eye I see a flash but then it goes away in front of me the ground is crumbling but in a moment I know the rubble will become solid once more I know nobody else can see it that's why I don't freak out anymore. if I didn't know any better, I'd think the world was dissolving like a dream and in its place is the world I was meant for all along. when the flashes get stronger sometimes I can hear voices and I swear sometimes I think I hear my name among them. last night when I was watching the stars, the sky broke apart and the pieces fell down like snow if it wasn't the middle of August, I would have written it off to just that. I opened my mouth to catch a flake on my tongue but the smoky taste led me to believe maybe it wasn't snow but ash. now I'm laying in bed with words rushing through my head and I can't turn it off. I tune into the loudest thought and recognize it as some type of directions I almost don't know what it's saying, but something about it seems somehow right. I don't have time to elaborate because the flashes are fading my thoughts are becoming foggy this world is turning black all around me and there's nothing left in me that cares enough to paint back the colors. and now even the black is going away and the lights the lights are blinking out all around me the lights were just right there just right there.

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC

maryk

lights blinking out

out of the corner of my eye I see a flash but then it goes away in front of me the ground is crumbling but in a moment I know the rubble will become solid once more I know nobody else can see it that's why I don't freak out anymore. if I didn't know any better, I'd think the world was dissolving like a dream and in its place is the world I was meant for all along. when the flashes get stronger sometimes I can hear voices and I swear sometimes I think I hear my name among them. last night when I was watching the stars, the sky broke apart and the pieces fell down like snow if it wasn't the middle of August, I would have written it off to just that. I opened my mouth to catch a flake on my tongue but the smoky taste led me to believe maybe it wasn't snow but ash. now I'm laying in bed with words rushing through my head and I can't turn it off. I tune into the loudest thought and recognize it as some type of directions I almost don't know what it's saying, but something about it seems somehow right. I don't have time to elaborate because the flashes are fading my thoughts are becoming foggy this world is turning black all around me and there's nothing left in me that cares enough to paint back the colors. and now even the black is going away and the lights the lights are blinking out all around me the lights were just right there just right there.

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Dreams come in color Bright flash of imagined light It's reality

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Jul 2, 2012

Jul 2, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC

jaclyn

Colored Sleep

Dreams come in color Bright flash of imagined light It's reality

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i found old cassettes of my bitter past, and twisted childhood under my broken bed. i couldn't stop those unwanted memories that flooded through my mind, images and flashes of blood, and screaming echoes.

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Apr 18, 2014

Apr 18, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC

starlightning

home videos

i found old cassettes of my bitter past, and twisted childhood under my broken bed. i couldn't stop those unwanted memories that flooded through my mind, images and flashes of blood, and screaming echoes.

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