I am a firework in more ways than one I am a loud outburst of color and flame I am intense and I am beautiful I am a sensation striking awe and amazement throughout crowds of spectators but with my beauty I am an epitome of self destruction I was designed to ruin the relationships I have built and the progress I have made my flames trickle down one by one my beauty vanishes through thin air suddenly I become lost what was once a journey of excitement grows old the same as a daily commute I loose my spark my drive my will to continue any attempt of self progression I am a continuous cycle of explosions and disappointments I am a firecracker light me once, I never fail to amaze your senses though once wick has reached its end and the fire has burned through my exterior I am left to be nothing but an empty shell with torn wrappings I will let my flames loose through your soul sparing nothing but what you think to be your sanity and my sound will tear my way through your soundproof heart I am a firework in more ways than one I lack the ability to contain my absurdity and you lack the ability to to tame my gun powder veins from spilling through the streets of my own mind you cannot stop me from my nature to self destruct
it closes in the waves are crashing into my lungs the salt scratches my throat the water pulls my limbs downward in each direction and I am not strong enough to keep the pressure from crushing my ribs
awoken with a gasp, I fumble around my bed. missing you comes in waves of dark blue and subtle motions most of these past few years I've been keeping myself afloat in the middle of a scorching hot ocean bumping over currants and everything is peaceful; numb until the next storm
missing you comes in waves of dark blue and subtle motions then the water pours again overwhelming my thoughts
I scream for you but my voice is muffled a distant memory of what we created presses its palm against my mouth I reach for you extending my arms towards what seems to be an unatainable surface but you're not there and haven't been there for quite sometime to pull me from the waves of this drowning sea
The problem with my sadness is that I cannot explain it to anyone. It is so quiet, so subtle, a reminder in the back of my mind, a gloominess overlooking all time, and in its quietness it is unbearable, unsharable, a pain all my own.
Your touch brings healing, Your voice whispers hope, Your love makes a cold,hard heart willing, No matter how many times we flop, You always raise us up, Because we are your children and we have noone else to release us from any trap.