"relights" poems
My lips hold back the lava in my chest.
The burning, consuming, encroaching destruction is hardening my resolve more than you could have guessed.
I feel so at home in the flames that water is so underwhelming.
It’s the coals I sleep on through everything.
To look so long at the light only to blind myself each time;
You’d think I’d learn my lesson after each rhyme.
I’ve never felt comfort for long enough to recall.
The videos of me laughing are something that now make me bawl.
I don’t know how that feels anymore.
I don’t remember what you sound like or the color of your front door.
Your voice no longer echoes in my head.
Your face no longer plagues me in bed.
I don’t know you outside of memories;
Moments of my time that bite like fleas.
You make me itch still,
A symptom that which the spot can never refill.
I’ve been battling between anger and grief for so long now.
It’s a why; it’s a how.
It’s a feeling I can’t live without.
No matter how hard I try to erase the pressure or smother the intensity, the kindling always relights in this drought.
With a deep breath in, releasing all the smoke back out.
It’s my meditation now.
It’s my medication now.
To smell it on someone else and be engrossed in the poison that this can allow;
My dear, that’s intoxicating for me lately.
A mass we are swallowing with the passing moment cornering us innately.
I don’t partake with my own vessel but I will consume a host so absorbed.
They don’t see me molding my character every time I get bored.
One day I will have the entire puzzle lined up together.
Each piece fitted so perfectly, completely combined in a tether.
They will compose a tale so broken and numb.
That’s the feeling that fills my ****** drum.
Every tear is a bad dream.
Every eyelash is a wish for this story to have a different theme.
Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
My phone rings
At midnight
You want me back; to hold me tight
The last time
You promise
But I've heard that before
You whisper
"I'm sorry"
You didn't ever want to hurt me
But nothing
Seems to
Turn out like we've planned
One
Sorry look in your eyes and
I've
Fallen for your disguise
But baby not this time
'Cause I
Already know where you've been
And my
Whole world's caving in
You just want one moment of us
One moment of love
Years later
You're back in
Town with some new girl in your hand
The whispers
And rumors
You've got a wedding planned
You walk up
My front porch
A quick hello relights the torch
But your heart
Belongs to
Someone else instead
One
Sorry look in your eyes and
I've
Fallen for your disguise
But baby not this time
'Cause I
Already know where you've been
And my
Whole world's caving in
You just want one moment of us
One moment of love
One moment
One moment
I just trusted you
I thought your love was true
But now you've changed forever
Forever
And ever
One
Sorry look in your eyes and
I've
Fallen for your disguise
But baby not this time
'Cause I
Already know where you've been
And my
Whole world's caving in
You just want one moment of us
One short little moment of us
One moment of love
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
Spinning and swirling with the winds of change
as the sun shines down on my tired face
Nods and smiles from people passing by
this is my time and this is my place
Who are we if not for our love
what drives life to be worth living
How can we cope with the sands of time
how can we go on without forgiving
So many things that are easy to hold on to
so many tears we never cried
But what fills the voids of empty promises
what relights the flame that has died
If not for ourselves then for who
do we squirm and struggle and fight
We trust in the freedom that we know awaits us
We must have faith, for this tunnel ends in light
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 4:47 PM UTC
So baseball starts soon and pitchers and catchers reported today. This is the most excited i've been since the Kansas City Chiefs won the Superbowl. I know that's not long but baseball is just amazing and an awesome display. Baseball is that sport that you can't run the clock out and don't have total control. Anything can happen in baseball. It's amazing to see the comebacks that can happen. If your the Astros you'll just want to forestall. Baseball is always somebody's passion. Some people say is boring. Others say it is a smart person's game. How can it be boring and lame if all those fans are roaring. Baseball every season relights the same flame.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
There’s a nasty stain on the carpet
A yard from the door,
Dark orange of a shade
I once used to adore.
I’ve bleached and soaked the relentless spot
Till my hands and knees bit,
I’ve covered it with rugs,
But my mind still wont remit.
Curse the careless way I ate that fruit!
I cry into the smudge.
Each time I walk inside,
This brand relights my grudge.
Maybe over time I’ll learn to note it less,
A spark more than a fire.
Till then I guess I stare,
At this mandarin expired.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:47 AM UTC
i still wake up
in cold sweats
from a dream
that was set in hell
a dream
that remembers
hell
as it was,
that night
i found the devil
i still
feel the flames of his hands
licking
my skin
my burns
are still there
though
no one wants
to see them anymore
time
does not
heal all wounds
it just allows
for others
to feel more comfortable
and forget them
gasoline
is embedded in my skin
it was sewn in
with thread made of
sin
allowing for
the smallest ember
in the form
of a possible threat
to hold power
that relights
the inferno
even
if i wasn't really
going to
get burned.
my mind
wanders
when
walking home
in darkness
in a small dress
the ground gets hot
as hell creeps in again
i walk faster
as to not burn my feet
and to avoid
the sight of
that same devil
in the pupils
of some other creep
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
An Electric Light Bulb
An electric light bulb is a marvelous thing
A globe of glass and gas and wires within
You can almost hear the filaments sing
When light upon a page lets your reading begin
By what magic does this wonderful device
Receive invisible aethers from long wires
This strange glowing pearl beyond any price
As it relights from Sol its little fires
An electric light bulb is a poet’s delight
Framing pentameter all through the night
Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 9:26 AM UTC
She entered my life ... an angel
A gifted and troubled spirit... us two
We banned together..Nikki and I grew.
Her words of poetry spoke to my heart.
As I had made my written story ... come alive...
I received a message from a lover from a news article...
A brilliant voice ended Nikki's beautiful start...
Her spirit still speaks to me
Even after all these years
She was so brave and powerful..
Until Madness took command..
It won the demise of a beautiful hand
She was sent up to the gates of the gold that entered the promise lands
So I talk to her every dark time that this same cruel voice that speaks to me and ended her
She relights my way
I smash the monster away
Now I am the bright and fire lit author
That shines, on, through endless days.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
*when our children
are lost in their dreams
You asleep lay safe
in the night hours of silence.
I slip quietly downstairs
and sit by the window.
Pour a glass of scotch
and pour its fire
onto my throat.
She dances back in my mind
the only woman I need and want.
Breathing fire hotter
than the whiskey on my throat.
She relights fire in my *****
where it was burning
all that time ago.
Still lay there as hot coals.
A Fire that has burned in me
before in many other lifetimes.
In my head old music plays
once shared with her.
Music of sadness
that is still sugar sweet.
Drowning in the waters
of her darkness
Caught in the memory
of her kisses.
Living inside me
the need of her, the desire.
Wound tighter than
a clockwork spring.
The need that the love
of the wife asleep upstairs.
relieves but cannot unwind.
The one that brings me here
in my shame.
I know one day
she will return for me.
To reclaim her birthright.
red lips and soft cleavage
that my demons want.
She has the key
the power to take me
as she pleases.
She is my fate
my destiny
my drug of choice.
And though I kneel
before you each day
as husband and
father to our children.
You do not know
the truth of me..
When you reach to me
for my comfort.
And I take you in our bed.
It is the flecks of grey
in her blue eyes I see.
I am no more than
an imposter in your bed.
And I know in time
there will be the devil to pay.*
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC