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"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.
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Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
Reptiles with a Nicotine Addiction
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.
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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
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May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
Moment of Love
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
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Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 4:47 PM UTC
A time for darkness, A time for light
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.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Baseball Season
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.
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:47 AM UTC
BAM! and the dirt is gone
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
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
Hell
Lawrence Hall [email protected]   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
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Jan 12, 2022
Jan 12, 2022 at 9:26 AM UTC
An Electric Light Bulb
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.
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Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Nikki
*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.*
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Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
The devil to pay