Let me revel in these Small doses of sadness In their warmth, In that quick, biting Shot before blurriness
I find myself a sponge In a hot bath, soaking, Letting sadness fill me Until I become heavy
But in the small doses Measured in spoonfuls, In small bites, I cozy up with sadness Carrying it in my body
Now my eyes watch moths And spiders, crickets in the night, Infinity's glowing diamonds, The darkest skies alight.
I keep company in blades of grass That were browned by the sun. An eternity of passions passed, If asked, I'll say it's done.
Belong do I to the moon And what it does to all the sea. It cycles through all I have left, We're bound, the moon and me.
Light the candle Scratch, sizzle Glow, glow
Flicker, flicker The shadow On the wall Dances
Melting, dripping Like an icicle Of fire
Ouch! Wax hits My hand both Scorching And warm
A small light Dims, dims, Flares!
Blow it out now Abrupt, smoke Rising up, up Fades
A scent lingers A wick wilts Hardens
The pious say a god created us Others say it was the other way around If one does not know What makes a fire light God would calm the fear of not knowing How to explain a lightning bolt To someone who has never seen a wheel?
We create our gods like a contest The best god wins, we are still arguing How to explain god to the secular? The inner voice whispers "You are afraid, I am here" And so gods form inside all of us each day Unknowingly, we become them
Owl music is playing on low tonight Predators, I think, are soft spoken I whistle back, it's not the right tone Owls don't whistle and I don't hoot They don't pay me any mind Don't acknowledge failed harmony Who are you speaking to? I am asking them via my chirping No fluttering, no rustling The owl music sounds further away Don't stop completely, don't stop Who is out there tonight? Who is calling me? I want to be called Like an owl, quietly and discreetly Invisible yet something to be feared
I speak to you inside my mind My inner world a sanctuary A holy place just for myself I would have you sit here with me
Watch the water as it flows My river of thoughts and words Walk with me through wet grass Full of insects and hunting birds
Do you feel safe here with me? There's a soft and misty glow In the sunrise of my imagination I hope you feel at home
I am not embarrassed or afraid I am messy and flawed and bare In a open field of chamomile flowers I am myself with you and that's rare
Maybe I laugh a little too much Like a part of me is ashamed But I opened this world to you Our fears laid out to be reclaimed
I feel you move inside my head Move me with all that you are You're as real as anything we feel As the light from a newborn star
She covers herself In tattoos And piercings Dyes her hair Many vibrant colors Then says She doesn't like Modified bodies And uses it As a reason Not to be with me
Lose Focus - Drew Alexander
“Oh can you count the miles between us, like constellations in your eyes”
I saw you when the sun went down There was a spark You saw me as the night came We saw each other in the dark
Maybe we hesitated for a moment For hands to hold Finally when they touched There was a jolt
You and me and an abandoned place An apartment high in the city In a blacked out world The roofs gray and gritty
But you laid your palm on mine And the current flowed Through our fingertips and wrists Our arms began to glow
In an older kind of world You and I were electric Before we were drawn together We never knew we kept it
As our hands lit up our faces I kissed you on the lips We shocked our hearts so hard The current slightly tripped
The people down below us murmured As our light grew and grew I think your eyes were just as bright As mine were for you
When you kissed me back We shook the floors Trembling in the building Rattling all the doors
The people started running Some yelling up the stairs But neither of us heard them We were both unaware
Surrounded in a shield of power Afraid we might explode You squeezed my hands as we burst Away on our currents we rode
I learned how to sing So I could talk to the birds They always listen to me Even if they don't know the words
I learned how to bark So I could talk to the trees They know all about you All about you and me
I've learned to be quiet To be still in my mind To feel the earth turn As the world was designed
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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