u/DismalArtist7418

The flames leap high, a hungry, molten sea,
And in their heat, I plead for you to seek.
Before the brightest parts of me flee,
And turn to ash, where shadows softly speak.

My passion burns, a flicker and a spark,
A fragile light against the coming night.
Don't let it fade, lost in the growing dark,
But hold me close, and make my spirit bright.

For in this fire, where courage takes its stand,
My truest self begins to take its form.
Reach out your hand, and help me understand,
To weather this, and rise above the storm.
So find me now, while embers still remain,
Before the best of me is lost in pain.

The gray where his eyes once shone,
The town square held a heavy air.
His soul and dreams, now gone,
He hung, a shadow, beyond repair.

The gray where his eyes once shone,
Left dangling, dancing, a final show.
His soul and dreams, now gone,
I watched until the day turned slow.

Left dangling, dancing, a final show,
Dark voids where his life used to be.
I watched until the day turned slow,
The last one standing, just me.

Dark voids where his life used to be,
He hung, a shadow, beyond repair.
The last one standing, just me,
The town square held a heavy air.

My knuckles were raw, a scraped up mess,
The skin was torn, causing me stress.
I kept on hitting, a steady beat,
Ignoring the pain, and the growing heat.

Then something gave way, a sickening sound,
White bone peeked out, on bloody ground.
A shiver ran through me, a chilling thought,
This was more than I bargained for, a lesson hard taught.

I said things, sweet and untrue,
To win your heart, to have you.
Promises whispered, soft and low,
Seeds of falsehood, I did sow.

Now you're here, beside me near,
And my own words, I now fear.
For the love I sought with that disguise,
Is built on shadows, and on lies.

The sharp edges of what was,
a thousand broken pieces.
Each memory, a shard.

When I step on them,
my feet are already sore.
But the pain feels familiar.

It’s a different kind of ache,
less surprise, more resignation.
The grit under my skin.

And somehow, because I’m used to it,
because my toes are already bruised,
it’s easier to keep moving.

To walk on.
Over the mess.
Leaving more cracks behind.

Sharp pain, then numb steps,
Walking where dreams used to bloom,
Scars mark the new path.

Upon the rail, I clung with trembling hand,
A chain of rust, so thin, it groaned with strain.
Below, a drop, a fear I understand,
A dizzy height, a whisper of the rain.

Each link a doubt, a promise to give way,
My knuckles white, my breath a ragged plea.
This bold escape, I now perceive the fray,
A foolish choice, a dreaded catastrophe.

The air felt cold, the world began to blur,
The wind, a taunt, that tugged me to the brink.
What courage drove this mad, uncertain stir?
A desperate hope, upon the verge to sink.

This dizzy dance, this desperate, fragile hold,
A leap of faith, now etched in fear so cold.

I held you fast with fragments, rusted, worn,
The links I shattered when I set you free.
Each broken piece, a promise I had sworn,
Now binds you close, where once you used to be.

You looked at me, a question in your eye,
As if to ask, "Why is this chain so strong?"
And I, with silence, could only reply,
"This love, though fractured, will not do you wrong."

I meant to give you wings, a sky so wide,
But built a cage with what I broke apart.
Now you are captive, standing by my side,
A prisoner of my misguided heart.
I freed you once, then caught you in the fall,
And bound you with the chains that broke for all.

I kept them,
these links of what used to bind me.
Broken, yes, but sharp edges remained.
I used them,
not to hold you, not really.
More like whispers,
reminders of the past I escaped.
A past I thought I cleared for you.
But in holding these pieces,
these ghost-chains,
I built a cage.
And the keeper,
the one with the key,
is me.
I locked you in
with the echo of freedom.
My own fear,
my own past,
become your walls.

A whisper of a name,
A shadow on the pane.
We built a castle tall,
Then watched it start to fall.

One word, a twist of fate,
Slammed shut the garden gate.
No anger, just a sigh,
Beneath a clouded sky.

Your hand, it slipped away,
And stole the sun of day.
A silence, deep and vast,
A future turned to past.

I thought that would be all,
No reason left to call.
The ending, sharp and clear,
To banish every fear.

But in the quiet night,
You still hold me so tight.
A phantom, soft and deep,
While restless I do weep.

Why does this memory cling,
A broken, faded thing?
My first true love, now gone,
But why do I linger on?

A quieted heart,
Watching you pass, beneath the stars.
My world is bright when you are near,
But in your eyes, I'm not held dear.

A whisper soft, a hopeful gaze,
Lost in your bright and busy days.
You smile at me, so friendly it seems,
But not with the love that fills my dreams.

I hold this feeling, deep inside,
A secret stream, where feelings hide.
You walk ahead, your path so free,
And I just wish that you could’ve loved me.

Your heart, a garden, soft and deep,
Must keep its blooms for love to keep.
Don't let the greedy hands snatch all,
Or let the drought make feelings fall.

Tend it with care, a gentle touch,
And give it freely, but not too much.
Save some for sun, some for the rain,
To grow again, and love again.

Don't let your guard down.
Keep your heart safe.
Greedy hands,
always reaching.
Drought,
drying up the good things.

Build a wall,
strong and tall.
Let kindness in,
but only the true kind.
Thorns on the outside,
soft petals within.

Water your soul,
with joy and peace.
Don't let it wither,
from the harsh sun.
Nourish yourself,
with what truly feeds you.

Your heart is precious,
a garden untamed.
Protect its bloom,
from the careless touch,
and the empty thirst.

Collard greens, a deep, slow simmer.
Neck bones, tender, falling apart.
Mac and cheese, a golden crust,
creamy, comforting.
Cornbread, warm and crumbly,
a sweet, familiar taste.

This table, these flavors,
a way to say, "I love you."
Mom, your presence, a constant warmth.
My niece, a bright new star.
My wife, my steady light.

Three women, three blessings,
gathered here.
This meal, a simple offering
of gratitude.
A moment held, precious and true.

She stood before a wall, so tall and grey,
Built by worries of another day.
Its stones were fears, cemented tight and deep,
Secrets that her weary heart did keep.

She took a hammer, small and worn and true,
And struck the first stone, soft and then anew.
The wall began to crumble, dust and grit,
As memories, like shadows, had to flit.

Each piece that fell, a burden set aside,
A whisper hushed, a tear she couldn't hide.
She broke them down, the barriers of old,
A story in her spirit to unfold.

But as the last stone tumbled to the ground,
No empty space was left to be found.
With gentle hands, she gathered wood and wire,
And built new lines, fueled by a new desire.

These fences weren't to keep the world afar,
But to define her, brighter than a star.
To mark her garden, where her hopes could grow,
And set the boundaries of where she'd go.

The gates were gone, their shadows lost to sight,
Replaced by fences, bathed in gentle light.
A different strength, a wisdom she had won,
Her new foundation, bravely now begun.

I'll be the shape your heart can hold,
A melody your spirit's told.
My touch, a whisper, soft and low,
To match the rhythm, ebb and flow.

Tonight, I'll be what you desire,
A burning ember, feeding fire.
My skin, a language, yours to read,
Fulfilling every tender need.

I smooth the edges,
make my laughter softer,
learn the quiet rhythm
that makes your breath still.

I let the sharp corners
of my own thoughts
fall away,
like dust from a tailor's cloth.

My words, once wild,
now bow and bend,
to echo what you seek,
a shape you can hold.

I try to be the color
that brightens your room,
the fabric that feels just right,
a perfect, custom fit.

Eyes meet,
a flicker.
Not lightning, no,
but a slow burn.

A thought,
a whisper,
of something coiled,
secret.

No sunlight dares
to touch this garden.
Just the shadows,
deepening.

A hum,
low in the bones,
louder than any shout.
A dangerous bloom,
opening.

Her skin, a canvas, soft and warm,
A gentle curve, a whispered charm.
Like rolling hills beneath the sun,
A winding journey, just begun.

Each contour traced, a lover's art,
A whispered secret from the heart.
Exotic peaks, a fragrant air,
A silent promise, beyond compare.

My brush, a touch, so light and slow,
Along the lines where feelings flow.
This landscape rich, I long to roam,
Prepared to make this beauty home.

The waves crash high,

the wind howls.

My little boat,

tossed and turned.

 

Fear whispers,

a cold touch.

 

But then I see,

His calm eyes.

He is here,

right beside me.

 

His hand,

steady on the helm.

 

The storm doesn't fade,

but it shrinks.

The fear quiets,

replaced by peace.

 

With Him,

I can sail on.

Through the biggest waves,

the darkest night.

We will arrive,

safe and sound.