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Peach Dec 2014
Washed out flame
Never to reignite 
Face to face
Mouth to mouth
Breathe the terror out
I’m overwhelmed by infinite doubts

I forgot my virtue at the door
At least that's the excuse I'll misuse,
They say tattoos cover any bruise
But then again, so does continued drug abuse

Baby, be my "everything that went wrong”
Fatal love songs remind me of my recklessness
I’ve got another Hail-Mary to choke out- it’s the day of genesis
And you’re my only shame but I lack all eloquence

Digging my own grave
In hopes of learning the lesson
I’m five feet deep,
Torn lace is the only mark of my indiscretion 

Silhouettes fake perfection

© 2014 Peach
Dark Jewel Sep 2014
We will reignite,
Thy love that was lost.
Thy *love
that was unseen.

Behind the battlefield,
We will find each other.
Within the ashes of the war.

Praise thy sun!
Become one with hearts.

We will reignite,
Over the sorrow.
Over the toil.

Thy beauty will commence,
Sending our souls to dance.
Connecting the strings attached.

We will Reignite,
Thy  flame  of love.
Thy sun's fire.

Our hearts will not fail,
*We will live to tell our tale.
Violet Oct 2014
i know your face like the back of my hand
and please don't even get me started on the rest of you
you can't build a person up like this
and then break them down
change your mind
"burned out flames should never reignite"
but i've never been the type to take my own advice
authentic May 2014
Don't ask me what it is like to love someone
I have thrown the word love away
Like they do colorful beads at Mardi Gras
Abundant and beautiful
Yet no one throws them back
Don't ask me what it is like to love someone
I have waited by too many telephones
I have kissed too many of the wrong people
Hoping to find one who's lips might taste like his
Like craving something you're allergic to
Yet still giving into the temptation of eating it an suffering anyways
Do not ask me what it is like to love someone
Because I have not experienced real love
Real love is when it is returned
Having the one who's eyes look like the sunrise
The one who's walk makes you want to follow behind them
The one who had a smile that can reignite a fireplace
Having the one who makes your heart melt like ice cream on a summer day love you as much as you love them or even more
That is real love
And I am not familiar with something so precious
Because the one who stimulates my well-being is too busy
Following someone else, someone who is nothing like me
And yet still I wonder if he is taste testing too
Dark Jewel Sep 2018
Aspire to Desire,
The Change..

Reignite that Fire!
Flowing through your veins.

Remember,
You are Born for Greatness.
thought I'd give a spirit lifting poem.
Roxie Oliveri Jul 2010
Freedom slid behind the slats
of yesterday’s desires
Now I cannot see to change the scene
or reignite the fire

I am running backwards into time
refusing to slow down
Chasing dreams that disappeared
into the sinking ground

The sky has swallowed my pretty rainbow
I cannot find my *** of gold
What do I do with myself
when I find I am growing old

I fight the fight of freedom’s way
but yesterday has hidden me
Now I am afraid to change or reignite the scene
that was a part of me

I talk and talk to these walls
that only close and confine
If I do not change some of these things
I will surely lose my mind
All rights reserved 2010
I think of you and want to smoke
ingest a grateful lung
of tar and air and nicotine
all good intent undone

I think of you and deep within
somewhere lost to time,
a tiny little death occurs
'cos you're no longer mine

I think of you because to not
would stretch my soul deplete,
as starfish grow another limb
my heart ticks off a beat

Eating tears is painless
and in reaching for the moon
I’ve built around myself a cage
and to dig, I need a spoon

take down each mouthful, dirt and stones
‘til by light I see escape
curse my indecisiveness!
I wouldn't know the path to take

I could reignite each death
but would chance occur,
smoke again, and **** the need
of addiction I am sure

So? What if I’m addicted?
each one of us is cursed
or wear the scars of something,
but at least I was the first.
Meh Mar 2018
Being a kid is truly a curse... I feel like I'm treated like garbage or worse,
when I move out I will finally get the respect that I crave... never again will I be a slave,
yes! definitely... when I turn eighteen... then my life will truly begin.

Living alone is so problematic... altho once I thought it would make me ecstatic,
my wage is so low that its funny... the taxes alone take up all of my money,
the exhaustion eats me from the inside... and the old 9 to 5 is no easy ride,
surely when I get a real profession... that will reignite my long lost passion.

My life feels so stale, even with a profession... money ain't enough to fight back depression,
and at nights I feel oh so alone... sadly you can't get love for a loan,
when I find someone I so adore... than I will be happy, of that I can be sure.

My job is taking up all my free time... but surely when I retire it will all be fine,
I will take trips and explore the wide world, I just need to wait a little longer... surely that I can afford.

I should have realized it long back then... if you wait your life ends before it even began.
The embers died and I extinguished every burning flame with my breath
The fire inside me glowed so brightly I could not see,
and the flickering candle-lit lanterns of my eyes brimmed with water
and the roaring blaze inside me died
I inhaled smoke trying to reignite what once thrived
my nicotine lips smelt like ash and my heart was a burnt out cinder
I washed the smell of smoke from my fingertips
the same fingertips that fires used to lick and nibble,
caressing the skin that held a furnace within
Nothing but smoke and ash left inside me now
And blackened lungs from years of fueling the very object that would be my demise
I drowned in a flood created by my own weak self
it washed away my sins, yes, but I was made entirely of sins
and now I am a hollowed out shell of the bonfire I used to be
I was engulfed in a shower of tears that diminished the essence of my being
Now I am nothing but ash and cigarette smoke.
naziirul mubiin Apr 2016
Stuck in between two roads,
to the left or to the right?
When all is lost, people just gloat
heartily, diminishing your might.

Still wandering helplessly,
looking for the hopes that I've just lost.
There's no time for frivolity,
need to find them back,
no matter what the cost.

Dazed and confused,
with all these screams in the empty dark.
Not to give up, i refuse!
Just pick yourself up and find your mark.

When you've tried everything,
just comfort yourself and say,
'it will happen one day!'.
Even if it keeps on failing,
never let that last small hope decay.

Don't let the voices in your head chatter;
telling you, you can't make it through the day.
Cause you know yourself best, not any other!
So turn that small little hope into a milky way.
Joy Oct 2016
I'm still miserable.

don't get me wrong -
there are pauses, and there are breaks.
there are beams of light, there are glimmers of hope
and there are days where happiness is so golden,
I can practically feel it salting on my tounge,
dancing in my brain
and some small part of me almost begins to believe that
things have changed -
it's going to be better now.

but of course, night is still well and alive,
in it's deathly gloom.
and of course, the petals always plunge through
in a sickening cold snap
and I am brutally reminded that
spring
is just season, not a way of life.

and although the why is given a different name -
boys, alcohol, displacement, bad job -
i find myself surrending to the currents
that is winter days, where sunlight
burns to cold, midnight ash within a few hours.
every few weeks or so, the darkness returns
pinching out the flame that i had spent so much time trying to reignite and
oh, not again.

but again and again, the night falls,
the stars spiraling out of place until
the cold and the heaviness have anchored in my chest
like a yawning need for eternal day -
I'm suddenly left wondering if i should even fight it.
October, 2016
Geof Spavins Nov 2024
Each dawn's light brings a humble prayer to rise,
Three hundred sixty-five, my soul's delight.
In whispers soft, I seek the heavenly skies,
And call His name, my faith to reignite.

At dusk when shadows gently claim the day,
I find His grace within the twilight's glow.
In every beat, my heart does earnestly pray,
For Jesus' love, the sweetest gift I know.

Through trials faced and joys that brightly gleam,
His name I speak with reverence and peace.
In every moment, waking or in dream,
I find my solace, and my doubts release.

For every day, I humbly bow and seek,
The name of Jesus, comfort to the meek.
Church has a prayer evening tonight -- This is my first attempt at a sonnet
Today I reached for you
With a kind of virtue
And sincerity pressed behind
the design on my lips
Little realizing I was still reviling
Within my current remiss

I went and sinned again darlin'

There's little to do for recompense,
and so cordially I professed to you
all of my candid truths
With every intent
To avoid becoming uncouth
and elusive

Because... I do miss you
And I suppose I well knew...
You don't feel the same
I could feel it the instant you responded
Not the least bit concerned
Which was well deserved
Leaving me completely despondent

I need you to remind me
Just how lost my heart has become
And what that has cost anyone
Trying to reach for me
When I become undone

Somewhere in between
the real desire to reignite whatever fire
had transpired between us
With a new flame
Lay my hidden ulterior motive

Even I believed we would achieve
Something constructive
Yet my devious mind
Deceived even myself
To harness this abject,
self-destructive desire

Call me by my real names:
Heartless.
Narcissist.
Liar.
Coward.
Creep.
Thi­ef of catharsis.

Remind me of the same feeling
Delivered in your own unique way
Because I can't stand
To let myself ever forget again
This pain in my chest
Is everything to remain
It's all I have left
Remind me.
Kirsten Lovely May 2014
He noticed the little things
Like how she would cry and grip the steering wheel
Pull over,
And pinch the inside of her palm
As if trying to reignite the fire that her tears put out
How she held on to her skin so tight
That the tips of her fingernails changed from rosy pink
To a suffocating and painful ivory
How she would cry and cry
And how she would wait until her palms bled
And how she sniffled one last time,
Wiped her palms on her pants
How every time she did this, she drove home silently
She noticed how he could not say a word
How he must be utterly repulsed by her
By how turned around she gets
He must not be able to react to her abnormal ways
Of dealing with copious amount of stress and anxiety
She noticed the little things
Like how he wouldn't know how to take care of her
How she was trapped
How she couldn't pinch herself out of this world
How she didn't want to die,
But simply cease to exist
How she knew she couldn't ask him to help her
"Can you pinch me out of this world?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"You're the only person I have that brings me back
When I sometimes pinch myself too hard."
They also failed to notice the larger things
Like how he held her in his lap
And let her pinch to make her stop crying
How she brushed his hair back when he couldn't stop
How they kept a box of tissues in the car for moments like this
When the other would need to pinch for a while
To make the crying stop
To deal with this abnormal way of coping with things
To make the other remember
That it might not be so bad to have someone to help you
Get out of a pinch, after all.
jeffrey conyers Oct 2015
You showed her fist.
I showed her trust.
You showed pain.
I showed her love.
Who you think?
She's gonna love better.

Now that's she's happy.
You trying reignite interest.

You showed her hurt.
I showed her a better picture.
You showed her mistrust.
I showed her effort.
Who you think?
She's gonna love better.
If not me.
The man that made her happy.

Every since she departed your world.
She has found her life served more better.
Cause I'm that man that made her happy.
Now you trying to reignite interest.

To no avail.
trf Apr 2018
Fluid rivers, their white noise and chilly inhaled lace
ease my mind's labyrinth, catching deep breaths
dancing in dreams of forest filled landscapes
like a child's security blanket, mother nature's embrace
we awake to marsh mellows and sticky coat hangers  
the dull, orange embers reignite purpose flames
as sunrise and coffee breaks the plains
a guitar lies naked near **** bottles of wine
reclaiming its tuning, strumming life into souls
and once the satsumas and the coffee's devoured
we bask in the sunshine, winding down hours
delaying the inevitable Watch Full Moon Tower
sometimes the smallest camping and music festivals bring out the true, most immaculate souls. your heart will find the places providing the essence of love, freedom and human potential, it knows where to look. Let it guide you and see where you stand.
Dtbms Jan 2014
If writing is the only option left
Once upon a time as i write, 

Resemblance of you just reignite

Without a flame as it burns,

Sometimes i wish for time to make a Uturn

I miss the laughter when we’re together

I miss the long walk of having to talk

I miss how your hair brush against mine when we intertwine

I miss your smile which stretches a mile

I miss having countless date with you which i can’t calculate

I miss looking at your face which gives my heartbeat a race

I miss having to crack a joke,

just to hear you laugh, you smile and whatever that evokes.


Your text of random conversations,

I’ll read them every night, in any condition
.
I miss you, i miss you, i miss you
It’s a wonderful night, lighted by the full moon.
Just me, writing something, hoping for you to text me soon.
Kairee F Jan 2014
Last night
on a long drive home
at another sluggish traffic light,
screaming, “RED, RED, RED,”
my eyes lifted a few inches
to the negative space above it.
Odd how we call that negative space, isn’t it?
I wouldn’t bond sparkling glimmers of light against a midnight-colored canvas
with a word like “negative.”
Hopeful, inspiring, uplifting?
Yes.
Negative?
No.
Negative is the degree that’s been taking my breath away
the moment my skin greets the outdoor atmosphere these days.
But against this darkness that is night
I was blessed with the spectacle
of a meteor’s birth and death.
I’ve seen them before,
but never has one been so relatively slow,
encapsulating its residence in a close, fiery hue,
gliding along its path with a firework’s essence
so much that I could almost hear the crackling.
What lasted for a second
lasted for hours.
Funny how something that insignificant can stun you
so that you don’t notice the traffic light’s change in demeanor
to a quiet, green whisper.
How’d that old song go?
“Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket,
Never let it fade away.”
But what’s the point of saving your glow
for the perfect moment
if it stays so secretly hidden?
Aren’t we all just one of these stars,
a life that seems so long,
but too brief,
against the canvas of our entire universe?
Why should I save my light for a rainy day
when I can let the rainy day reignite me?
Depriving my light of oxygen would only make it dwindle,
and I’m not ready to fade into the darkness.
The struggles pour my fuel.
The hardships strike my match.
The triumphs fan my flame.

The pedal gives into the force of my foot
as my right eyebrow arches,
and the corners of my lips turn slightly upward.
I can’t help but feel something kindle in my chest.

Watch me fly.
Watch me fall.
Watch me breathe.
Watch me burn.

…And eventually,
watch me fade in freedom.
The Untold May 2021
I can't reignite it
    I can't go back
         I only sit helplessly
             Waiting for your return
                  Then I'll be a shadow
An art in your heart.
It will be easier to let go by then.
Miles Halter Jun 2016
It was quick, fleeting, and will always be remembered,
It filled this inner void I had, but left me dismembered,

It was a feeling I craved, The one I lusted after,
For what it’s worth it wasn’t the worst or some kind of ultra disaster,
It hasn’t hurt anyone, well I’m sure she wishes she could forget faster,
But I will never forget this page out of a dangerous chapter,

It has my favorite quote,
My favorite hope,
My favorite thought about getting lost and experiencing a desire to cope,

There won’t be days in february where she gets flowers,
There won’t be strollers, weird reunions or baby showers,
There won’t be scrapbooks, letters, or home made meals to devour,
There will be sleepless nights and well spent hours,

She may not want a relationship but she made me feel love when I needed it most,
I want to feel pressure from her fingertip but have to settle for thoughts of when they were close,

Was it a make up - make out it sure didn’t feel that way?
Was it a wake up call if so it didn’t work out that way,

I feel like it was the perfect decoration,
The way we locked into the perfect formation,
Cliche poems written about how it was salvation,
Are my summation or translation
Of working out the equation,
That being real... I was thirsty and needed ******* hydration,

But you love me,
Well that feels really nice.

I spent hours up late trying to figure out if you did,
Thought about the small stupid things I should change about the way I live,

6, 5,
This is where I should say I love you and I would never lie,
But rather, the us line would be about our *** drive,
The back of a van, folded down seats, Ed Sheeran playing through the night,

Funny how I always write about a memory,
It’s like I wait for the right day to listen to the words of this inner me,
Wait for the right time to reignite our synergy,
Moments with little action, a lot of adrenaline pumping into energy,
Promises to make sure we aren’t alone when we are elderly
Speaking in private, I want to talk to you really but it always becomes generally,
Except for those nights with sand and stars I remember so tenderly,
Flashes of what could never be,

But is that the truth. I don’t ******* think so.

I don’t think that is the case,
I think with a little faith the sixth could live to the eighth,
And the eighth could go on further into time and space,
Sure we would have less patience, less “nice” lies, less grace,
But I feel the embrace was a showcase for what could take place,
I don’t want breathing space let alone breathing room,
This isn’t a proposal, I’m not asking to be a groom,
This isn’t a disposal of throwing away what is now to doom,
But without being boastful, We would’ve been the perfect match and epic in the bedroom.

I have no idea what this piece is supposed to mean I just knew I needed to write it,
Kinda like I knew I should’ve kept my hands to myself but I didn’t fight it,
I think back to sand filled jackets and wondering if that was the night I should’ve quit,
But I never gave up even though now I understand that marked under ridiculous never-happenings is the fact we might kiss,

Friends,
It’s fine, Playing pretend,
Waiting for your mind and my heart to mend,
Like a accidental picture you didn’t mean to send,
Or a series to finish so you can finally place the bookend,
Or a lousy boyfriend, Hey I know a guy,

Who would wake up in the middle of the night head in the sky,
His “life story” slowly becoming a long lie,
Nearly sweating to death feeling choked by his bowtie,

At the tournaments where you seemed preoccupied,
There were those special moments where we locked eyes,

But honestly I don’t know how to feel anymore.

I don’t know what to say.

I don’t know what to write.

I don’t know what we are.

I need to hear your opinion, your thoughts formed into words,
I need to hear which one of my thoughts you thinks hold worth,
I need to hear your laugh and tell me which are stupid,
To quit acting like a love struck kid,

Tell me to grow up, shut up, relax,
Get out of being lost but how can I without the map?

Cliche as ****.

Yeah,

It’s what happens when you spend all night writing trying to find the words to say to you only to delete them over and over again until you get to the point when you start writing so much and you just want to flood out all the emotions until you have nothing left so you can finally fall asleep only to have those dreams be fantasies and burn into night terrors full of hate and swearing and ….

Me without you.
Yeah. Sorry?
they wanted to be high school
sweethearts again
they wanted
to reignite that past flame
a chance did arise for the two
they seized the opportunity
to link up
they've done all in their power
to rerun their high school days
the ember of love
was ever in the background
just waiting for the appropriate time

back in 1977 they left Grafton High School
to pursue careers
and as a consequence
they lost touch
but a fellow pupil
was organizing a class reunion
she invited them
to the get together
once they locked eyes at this occasion
those old feelings
resurfaced
their love was rekindled
as it was
in those high school days
Matt Nov 2020
From the mountains of Utah, you came to Virginia
The land of natures’ ****** beauty and America
You came not to fill your well, but met Pisces, pure as Kenya
And your heart was filled, but you couldn’t handle the weight

From the deserts I flew, and landed in Virginia
And searched not with intent, but found you in suburbia
And you filled my heart, oh, how you filled me with euphoria
Of myself, I did not need help carrying the weight

Your love, heavy as Shenandoah in Virginia
Was as wild as a Chinese firecracker in Spring
But could be as cold as a winter night in Iberia
And it grew heavy on my shoulders, your loving weight

Your heart spoke to me, damaged, with a strange charisma
You harbored a pain from love and brought it to Virginia
You tried to give me some, tried to decipher your enigma
Your love, heavy as piled snow, a burdensome weight

Summer carried a burning warmth that brought you to me
Delighted, I embraced you like our Father heavenly
But winter crept in and brought a chilling cold that painfully,
Had slowed our pace with a nightmarishly freezing breeze

I trekked through the barren wastes that used to be so green
I nearly died trying to find your embers now unseen
I came across them, fading, yet I’d pour on them gasoline
Anything to reignite you, bright and burning queen

Anything to reignite our wholesome emotion
I can’t put it to words, but I give you such devotion
How I long to return to our simple harmonic motion
And fend off the damning fears of your baseless notions

Yet still when night dawns upon me, restlessness befells
A demon whisks me out of bed and carries me to Hell
Even when in her light, I drown in insecurities’ well
And the black waters that consume me smother my yell

When I wake, I wake to a hungering confusion
My mind numbed by my paranoia and disillusions
I know they’re phantoms, even still I can’t find a solution
God, woman! Get out of my mind!

Yet I digress, for of this woman I am obsessed
But I don’t know what to do, so should my love be confessed?
God, the fear in my heart... Michael give me courage to resist
And cast out these doubts and strengthen my faith in the Lord

My troubles ferry me across the stormy, harsh, sea
As always, I’m drowned by a woman who don’t care for me
And I put on the chains myself, knowingly, as if proudly
Yet here I write, complaining, nay setting my soul free
STANZA: L1 = 13// L2 = 14// L3 = 15// L4 = 13
drumhound Nov 2013
(We were called the HUGI TWINS - pronounced hoogie - we still are :-))

We were joined at the mustaches
Of chocolate milk
And giggles
Daring preschool to challenge us
On the ****** journey
Of out-of-mommy's-sight.  

I sat next to him
Immediately taken
By his first words
"What's YOUR name?"
Like he had one he had to share
But knew it wasn't polite
To just blurt it out.
In those three words
He owned me
Whether he wanted to
Or not.  

We authored world conquering agendas
On short chairs
And nap mats
Giving away all our secrets
In shouting whispers of confidentiality
(Consistently amazed
Of our teacher's Prophetic thwarts).  

Batman and Robin plagarized us
For we were unity
Inseperable
Born to co-dependency
Birthed to this bond
Which we wore like an arrogant badge
Making jealous
All the other 5 year olds.  

Inside the doors
Of lower education
We were royalty.
In the outer world
We were famous explorers
Almost too famous
Passing on the one adventure
That caved in
On three of our friend's lives.  

The alley was the highway to everything -
The playground
The market
And Russell's house.
Russell was older
Cool
And our friend.
He made us important
Until we "matured"
And became the new cool.
Southside
That's how we ride
(ok, bike...).  

But then it happened  

My crime-fighting cohort
Was taken captive
By menacing parents
And forced to move
Across town.  

I would cry as he pulled away.  

Small towns
And single high schools
Demand one fact -
There will be a reunion.  

In the same marble halls
Which echo with the footsteps
Of our fathers
The dynamic duo reignite.  

Our chariot was legend
As the Hugimobile
In Starsky and Hutch red and white
Became our calling card.
Filled with flying manes
Obscure sports paraphenalia
And healthy egos
The Show was on the road.  

The residue of living was co-owned
In the trenches
His closet was mine
My closet was his.
Everything was communal -
Ideas
Girlfriends
Jobs.
We got our nickname
Buckin' hay
And selling family bibles
Door to door
Stopping with each victory
To generate business for DQ
One cherry coke and cone
At a time.  

But those are things -
Granted
Good things
But things nonetheless.

He is more
Than good things.
He is the anchor
Of faithfulness.
He wields forgiveness
Like a shield.
When others cut and run
He picks me up
Not only from enemy hurts
But from hurts that I have caused
On my own.  

Without reward
He has eaten the burnt goods
Of my friendship
And smiled.
He introduced me to humility
For which I can never repay.
We are forever friends
Because he is forever benevolent.
And when I In these years
Find that tender boy
Fallen
He looks at me and says
"What's YOUR name?"
Strengthening I in my spirit
I reply "Hugi Twin"
Then remember I am something
Because of that unmerited favor.
Vivek Jul 2012
Drapes for windows anew, imitating neighbourhood too,
Furniture rearranged, pictures too; all in blue,
Watchin’, dreamin’ lucid at the porch, of you;
Lay hanging on by the leash, I wait to let go,
Like magic birthday candles reignite, reignite,
Thoughts raced of rats and Tremor Christ,
Dried tears shed tumbling down as I cried;
With every moment I lay, I lay inspired;
I’ll make my yellow bucket list,
This’ll also include in it some of Budapest,
I’ll head off maybe from Scarborough,
Go all the way to Bali with packs of Marlboro,
And maybe then, I’d have answered;
All those questions that have lingered,
And maybe then, I’d have lived,
All those rights and wrongs, greeted and treated,
I’ll travel alone but not lonely,
My feet, my only carriage, I’ll carry;
I’ll carry me home one night!!
Anita Manbit Dec 2010
We smoldered from the start, a slow, steady burn. The kind that makes it hard to breathe because of the smoke that lasts forever and keeps you warm all the time. No matter what, always there was that burn, that deep-rooted fire. But fires like that burn out and then you’re left with this new cold, this strange, disturbing emptiness. And you’re so confused, because that fire was yours and that smoke was forever. But you can breathe again and you’re so cold and you just don’t know what to do. You still saw hot coals and inhaled smoke, but that came from you, all you. All I had were dry ashes and that memory and confusion.

And he came. He came and he saw me lost, he saw me hopeless. He took me in and with whispers and melodies blew away the ashes. His words were promises made of air; air thick with hope and desire. He set me free from the weight of these ashes but he could not remove the memories of smoke and flame. The problem is that once you smolder, once you live breathlessly, once you live that warmth and that strength, nothing measures up. He is still air. Yes, I can breathe now, but I’m not sure I want to. He is the air, the cloud, the cyclone. He is the air I breathe, and he is room temperature. He is the cloud, too far above for me to feel and too mercurial to trust my soul with. He is the cyclone, too strong and too fast.

I do not want my first back; that was gone long ago, and even bellows would not reignite that fire. But this air I’m living in is so thin, so delicate. I’m no longer warm and breaths come too easily. I want that deep burn back. I want to feel it deep in my stomach. I had my first’s every feature memorized, and sometimes I see a flash of a beautiful brown eyes or a crooked nose and I lose myself again. I cannot memorize my now’s. He is air, and the wind is hard to recall. Maybe this is just the struggle after losing your first love. Maybe my now is just not enough. Or maybe, I will never smolder again.
Ben Meraki Mar 2019
When gold gives way to silver
and the world's gone off to sleep,
Darling there's no need to shiver
beneath your cotton sheets.
I know your heart's empty
and you feel so cold inside.

As you try so hard to rest those weary eyes.

Let me show you how to reignite the flames that burned so bright.
Help you grow to find the strength to oust your demons from the night.
Girl I know that I can lead you from
the darkness into light.

If I could be with you tonight...

My love could be your lullaby.
My love could be your lullaby.
Darling there's no need to cry.
              It's gonna be alright.
Let my love be your lullaby,
              tonight.


I know it's hard for you
to feel safe with me.
I know too much...
know how to touch you
         where it hurts.
But I just want to sing your melody,
and it sure helps to know the verse!

Let me feel your heartbeat next to mine
now baby, open up your mind
and let our bodies intertwine.
We'll be frozen here in time.
You feel my touch, you close your eyes
and feel my passion burn inside.

Then just lie here with me tonight.

Let our love be your lullaby.
Let our love be your lullaby.
Darling it's just you and I
              and we'll be alright.

Our love will be our lullaby,

              tonight.
Robert Ippaso Nov 2022
I will very very probably do it again
Anyone who knows me and has a brain
Can see that Biden's old and lame
Now's the time to reignite my reign.

MAGA folks love me and want me back
They need our country set on track
For what I have all others lack
Of running stuff they know sweet jack.

As to DeSantimonius, Short Pants Pence and Chippy Cheney
That they'll burn out I'll wage you money
I'm the one that's smart and funny
My golden touch makes all things sunny.

So once these midterms are sown up
I'll squeeze lame Joe just like a bug
Show the world that he's a dud
For I’m the man, I know it in my gut.
Bambi Apr 2024
i burned out like a fire
can anyone reignite my last spark
i think im turning to ash
Joliver Mar 2018
Today I'm going to act like I got enough sleep
I won't apologize for who I am
Or follow meekly like a sheep

Today I'm going to live up to my claim
Of being ever the optimist
And look at the world through a new frame

Today and from now on I refuse to dwell on the past
Because while the bad times may come
The bad times never last

Today I'm going to reignite my passion
And get down to business
In a determined fashion

I will no longer be a slave to my bed
Today I'm going to get up and
Try to quiet the nagging voice in my head

Today is different
This change is deliberate
And not insignificant
A new beginning for a new day
Sister Sinister Jul 2014
You
I'm touched by your sadness.
The eyes so warm, your smile so tender -
but the fire burned to embers ~
and as much as I'd like to reignite,
I cannot reach out to you.
A chilling gale, unrelenting,
blows against my face.
So I wrap my arms around your bare chest and rest
my cheeks against your back.
These moments, where you feel so close...
you are so far gone, ahead in heart and years...
So I gift you my warmth and watch
your sleep, feeling colder
with every breath I take.
How can someone as wise as you not know?
That the eye of the storm is serene,
but also chilling to the bone.
Deep down I know, we are the same,
you and I...

I'm in love with your smell,
your smile, your eyes, your mind.
And so I squeeze these lines
out of my soul wishing you
would find, so wishing...

We are like the moon and the sun.
Meant to encircle one another
in eternal dance
forever out of reach
never to touch...


Dependant on your light to shine
A slave to your gravity
In love with my best friend. I wish it could change.
Alyssa Rose Jan 2015
Forgive the night, my dear.
She thinks herself a romantic as she extinguishes your flame, believing her own stars and moon can reignite your stolen fire.

Forgive the night... For she knows not what she does.
She is unaware that her moon's light is not its own, and her stars that burn are slowly dying.
12.30.14.

— The End —