Sparking chills like embers
Casting sunshine in the dark
Kisses in the raindrops
Lightning flashes in my heart
Goosebumps after midnight
A burning cigarette
Desire out of nothing
Subtle smiles of regret
A goodbye to remember
An imprint to retrace
Remnants of forever
Memories of a secret place
Lonely held a passion
That belonged to someone else
A solitary assassin
With a promise not to tell
An eternity to remember
A lifetime to forget
A touch so soft and tender
Fates final pirouette
A fanning of the fire
A breath of pure release
Building myself a pyre
With a connection in the breeze
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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Again, something to think about with your work.
This has quite a few undertones. I cannot quite see where it all begins and ends. There's immensity! How did you manage to capture all that here? When you finished that last line did you feel a final catharsis or is the energy of it all in continuous purge? Where is that "devil" most evident in your lines? Is it easier to blame an external devil instead of an internal one? Why does society demonize certain passions, and since we are units of society what part do we play? Apologies if there are too many questions. They don't necessarily have to be answered by you, anyone can answer if they so choose. This poem just caught me in a place where all of this came up in reading it. I always enjoy when a poem evokes something visceral in the reader. You've done that here Kelli, so Pom-pom-POM-MING you! Keep up the good work!
Beautiful piece. Well done, my friend.
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This was so poignant. Loved your poem!
It's like a really purposeful, deliberate plunge into sadness.
This is a wonderful poem and i love out it looks too, Great words and perfect image