#rekindle
Waste not these salty tears
On bygones and yesteryears
For moments when the past steers
It often veers
In and out of easily rekindled fears
©2024
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC
It always happens
with the sunset for him;
marital love
at sixes and nines
Memories are now
missing parasols;
canticles of bliss
--emotional screening devices
Chimneys smoke
as a way of laying claim to serendipity;
it's a marriage of conveyance
And their daughters lie in empty fields;
early to the party,
seeking the sun
like a lover
Across his chin
sit scars of the crusade
--the first pain to linger,
the last kiss to haunt
The evocation of his betrothed:
mending her gown
and how she wore the forest
on their wedding day,
but peeled it all off
at his request
that one singular evening
To be naked and shiver;
to be naked and shiver
at the anticipation in his arms
The master of the house
now enters the secret chamber;
and in the throes
of glory-light, he adores
his wife in the carnal means
she likes best
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 11:34 PM UTC
Into my life, she came back for a reason,
A reason, give me a reason why, anything,
A good ******* reason why she came right back,
As we fell right back, into old routines, our old adrenaline shot of love, minus the pain,
Like good *** never felt so good without her.
What the **** man,
She came back and now she’s leaving again,
Her reluctance, against her will, she will depart, soon enough, as we lose each other all over again,
Just as we fell back in love,
She came back and now she’s already gone.
Some other bum’s mum, a lesser of a man,
Lacks her heart when I am overstocked with it,
Drowning in her love and not a care in the world,
Besides that thought lingering behind my neck,
Saying she came back but we know she’s already gone again.
Do we, though? Do we really know?
Do we really know if she’s gone gone?
Or is she only gonna be gone until the day she comes back?
Will she come back again? Will she be ready for me?
Will I be ready to take her hand and never let it go the way i have to once more?
I thought I was freed from this torment of love,
But I never was freed, and then she came back,
And it’s like… really ******* perfect,
Yet somehow really ****** knowing how perfect it is,
And it’s perfect timing for her to come back,
Just as she’s about to leave again.
**** it.
Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 11:50 PM UTC
in dreams, memories
tender on you serve to
rekindle near flames
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 10:07 PM UTC
"Having gone through it once did not mean it did not hurt the second time. It is painful, raw and heart-wrenching. But I know I am going to get through it. I know I have to invest in myself, the people who I love and love me back and invest in the things that make me feel better so that my past would not hold me captive. I know if I was to work for the better, I would be much happier with my present and would not go back to rekindle with my past as I would have accepted the suffering is part of the path of finding my strength and a better self."
- excerpt from an open letter
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
We are stuck in a memory, a time that no longer exists. Haunting the abandoned cavities of chests, the still chambers of hearts, we are living in a standstill. When we gather the courage to speak our piece, we are failed by the echoes reverberating off of hollow walls.
We are waiting for someone to break the back and forth, to hear something other than white noise,
the ticking of a clock,
and our worn out affections that have long since lost their worth.
We are ghosts living in the ashes of old flames,
until life is brought back into these bones,
or we are laid to rest in our graves.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
long time friend, don't lie
I can see you
your sincerest hour
when you come with tail between legs
there is pretext
lie about lies, stop stop
it don't matter
ascend disconnection
the whothewhatthewherethewhenthewhythe or the howthe
give no pooh-bah
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
Why are you like this?
You're making it difficult for me.
You're the only person I'm trying not to miss.
Now, you're doing everything not to leave me be.
You've done something I couldn't understand.
Suddenly, feelings became out of hand.
You shattered my once peaceful dreams.
Then things are not what they seem.
You made me the reason for everything.
But all I hear was an excuse.
You insisted what you did was a good thing.
Then why do I feel I'm being used?
Please don't rekindle a dying flame.
I love you, but not as passionate as before.
Don't feel guilty for you are not to blame.
This is all I can offer, please don't ask for more.
I don't want to feel the same pain.
What we had already ended.
I've moved on, please don't break me again.
My heart's healed. It has been mended.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
*The love
Trapped within this crystal heart
Beating it's wings of ever delight
Waiting for the freedom of flight
Shining bright the darkness passes
Burning a hole in the fiendish nightmares
Casting hope of a brighter future
While holding tightly to reality
Across the vast seas of turmoil
The hope of ones love becomes clear
Sending vibes of great fortune
From lands that are foreign
Bright smiles and burning desire
Binding the love upon the souls mast
Casting away the evil grip
Of demons from a long past*
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
*Shutting idea?
Mystery it may seem
for how long will it dim?
May be,
until we find
something more to it
to rekindle out of spring!
With all the insight
I find no way out
to become whole so soon
but to wait
for the
blue moon
to shine upon 'us'
to find 'us' to bloom..
There's no plan
should I wait or leave?
The quest continues..
Are we not
worth being
together?
finding
&
fixing
me
&
you
piece
by
piece...
Solving
the
puzzle
to make 'us'
whole
on
the
way
back
to
our
home.....*
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC
I've never been one for burning bridges.
Every time I've tried,
I rebuild to watch it crumple again.
The ashes aren't as strong as the cinder
used the very first time.
But, if I'm honest,
the fragility makes the spiral
much more meaningful.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
I walk the street,or travel in a bus,
When I talk or I move,or even restrict myself to my groove
You stare me down with that glare of yours
You make me fall with that scowl of yours
I am your daughter,I am your wife,I am your mother
Every woman who goes through the plight
But worry not,O hungry men!
I rise..
And will keep rising
Stare me however much
I still will rise
You revile me,beat me and bring me to dust
You reprimand me with your words and the way you make me work
I am your wife,your servant or the page boy who runs for every errand
I am the beggar who clings to you for alms
I am the street dog injured by your harms
But worry not,O unthinking human heart!
I rise..
And will keep rising
Higher than the skies
I still will rise
Chained and fettered,by your iron shackles
You pull at my wrist with a freedom you burgled
And with bullets that on me you showered
You scorn me with your hatred
You trod me as if I'm dust
I am a slave,I am a Jew
I am a fat man and I am black too
But worry not still,O discriminating fool!
I rise..
And will keep rising
To infinity and to forever
I still will rise
And rise will I
Above your rebuking glares
Brighter than the lights
Till my halo makes you blind..
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
In younger years we had some times,
together often shared;
You might have known, though never clear,
for you I often cared!
To me you've been a special friend,
the kind to show true love;
I find although we've grown apart,
it's you I'm thinking of!
We tried it once, I let you down,
not ready though it seemed;
Now often times when lying here,
your feeling up my dreams!
Although we may not have a chance,
to be together again;
I have to tell you 'bout these thoughts,
I've had of you my friend!
I'm sorry once I walked away,
not giving us a try;
I'm sorry that I loved you then,
but chose to live a lie!
I'll make a promise to you now,
a special little deal;
If once again I get a chance,
I'll show you how I feel!
I love you girl, I know it now,
this time I'll do my part;
To let you fill your special place,
reserved inside my heart!
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
I tried my best to rekindle our fire;
You just watered down all my attempts.
All efforts were futile.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
When people say “rekindle an old flame,”
I find it very misleading.
That flowery wording
Makes it sound so
Musical
So Promising
What it really is
Is that *** lighter
That you sparked
And resparked
And swore wasn’t empty
Before leaving in your pocket
Sometime ago.
When you found it,
you lit up,
Friction flicked that
Wheel
And watched that
Flame dance once more,
Enough to ignite one more
Toxic thought
Getting you high from the
Smoke
Clouding the past
Leaving you
Staggered
When your fingers
Bleed
Begging for
Fire
And you crack it open,
Look for what’s more
Not even smelling
Butane
Just smelling
Nothing.
It’s empty.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Moved by the guiding hands of the wind,
While avoiding the living room box's trend.
Although fixate with this generation's iPad,
Or impulse to explore the Xbox's dungeon,
And glimpse the pages of the Forbe, the Facebook, and the likes.
Make time to be in the moment of solace,
A time to dream to explore ideals,
Like floating in nebula avoiding the all powerful black hole.
Navigating the void of the sense of inner torment,
Or charting the boundries of the next voyages of personal task.
One does need to depart from disparity of news,
Or lose sense of humanity by deprived reality TV,
For satirical movies like Idiocracy prophesied seem realized.
One does need to regroup in personal cocoon,
Meld by the silent melodies of beating chest,
Like metronome syncing the keys of the piano to Bach,
While breathing upon the horizon of rebirth,
And find your enshrouded foggy path by beacon of self enlightenment.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
To find the love
Of the one I loved
Those many times before
To acknowledge my child
That I lost to the thoughts
Perceived there in my mind
To see the needs
As the numbness withdraws
For the power that they bring
To make new days of past
To see those gone
But know they do not control
To the one I loved
That I shall once more
The light now bright and sparking
To find the love
Of the one I loved
Those many times once more.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC