u/lone-ghostie

The candle flickers, barely alive,
Winds howl, as chaos thrives.
Its flame dims, yet shines with might,
A shimmering beacon in the night.

As it nears its final breath,
A force defies the dance of death.
Shelter found within its core,
The fire charts a brand new course.

Dancing, flickering, it sways,
Winds cease, and brightness stays.
Oh, the yellow and blue hues,
Time paused, with no dues to lose.

No debts to pay, just life to seize,
Entirely lit, with effortless ease.
Gusts marvel at its endless glow,
Shining forevermore, aglow.

All the milestones

First steps and words

You were never there

Proof is in the pictures

Hidden in the dark

You were never there

Present in a room

Yet unspoken tunes

You were never there

A body breathing air

Consuming without a care

You were never there

Space was filled

Strange distance felt

You were never there

What’s a body without a soul

Just a pulse without a reason

You were never there

As the film roles

A ghost was hardly found

You were never there

Painted over canvas

A missing face

You were never there

Self involved with no connection

Truly your own reflection

You were never there

Looking back I see

You were never there

A car that aged through time
Didn’t seem to work the same.
Not the new sparkle and shine
Hard to crank and color to shame.

Old but not considered an antique
The more years it still had style.
Leather worn but inside was unique
Wisdom gained with discovery in miles.

The owner thought it time to trade it in
Driving in this model didn’t suit their taste.
Not anymore, search where they begin,
The car sales man saw a gain to embrace.

The fool traded it in for a shiny new model
While the one who sold took her on.
Cherished every chip of paint, still full throttle
She finally found her new era and dawn.

The match, not of ownership, but riding together
Sharing the miles with wondrous stories.
But the new broke down, under the weather
While the trade in rode in the sunset, a brand new story.

She wrote with colored pencils

Smiles filled the pages

Light bursts with fine lines

Old soul oozed of wisdom for ages

Then darkness came smeared the lead

Took the pages and all was disarranged

Colors skewed becoming grey, they said

Wooden rainbows of hue now estranged

Crying for the power once held was taken

Only black came out with blood stains

Her letters and messages were mistaken

What’s left of her a mystery that still remains

Trapped in six by eight

Bunks are full so the bare floor

That is where I lay

Spider webs covered the rusted box

The one around my heart.

Hidden and not wanting to be seen,

Scared to allow anyone to know what lies inside.

Fear of judgement and rejection,

Allowing the spider to continue its silk,

Making the chamber appear dangerous.

What’s covered is better that way.

Abandoned. Rusted shut.
Unseen.

Oh no!

A hand reached in, dusted away the cobwebs

Wanting to discover the hidden truths.

Now exposed in plain sight,

Eyes full of fear.

Trembling I’m revealed!

They wanted to see everything, even the dark

The ugly and messy.

Saying, “let me go through the dark with you.”

Allow my soul to feel too

To suffer together.

Carrying my deep secrets

Treasuring all of what lay inside.

Finding a gem held under a trap,

Even with the brick red rusty iron.

Another actually found beauty

Cared enough to move the webs and rust.

The mountains of hidden secrets

To prove I was worth the toll of my trauma.

Sharing the oozes of dripping blood

Like taking a prick to the finger

Our souls became intertwined.

A painted blue box of hope, I stole,
With a slit, it held my soul.
A letter dropped, meant to hit,
Delivered to the rightful fit.

A goodbye, a parting, I was done,
But it returned, stamped, now stunned.
Return to sender, my spirit damp,
Another day, another stamp.

Time passed, steady and slow,
Again it came back, oh, woe.
Was the ink for my eyes alone?
Goodbye to myself, not to them, unknown.

What is closure, if not to see?
No exposure, just to be free.
Intent to release, pain to cease,
Attempt once more to find some peace.

In the crossroads of choice, I stand,
To take the high road or fight with hand.
Should I care, or let it fade?
Is caring a crutch, or a serenade?

In silence, actions speak their part,
Yet when I speak, they seem to dart.
Efforts backfire, a lost soul’s plight,
Seeking direction in the endless night.

Blinded by chaos, I yearn for peace,
In a world where wars never cease.
But I’ll not wait and take a seat,
I’ll snatch victory from defeat.

Unwavering act

Tenacity strikes all odds

Steadfast purpose shown

Fiery beauty of warmth of the sun, in full view.

Then things start to be to become askew.

Clouds cover, making day into night,

The sun shines through in silvery light.

Making a lining that wasn’t in sight ,

Clouds darkened shifting tight.

Seems hope lost of all things known,

Sky began to feel alone in the dark.

A transient light began to spark,

For in that phosphorescent hue.

Day through darkness begins anew,

Magical mysteries came in view.

Clouds parted, circle back to life,

No more coldness, no more strife.

Darkness dissipated, the cold dark shroud

And all that remained was a silvery cloud.

u/2xduran

Thought the world was steadfast and true,
Gifts to display, yet something askew.
Few words spoken, yet cherished in mind,
Actions for show, yet meant to bind.

You were never truly mine,
Grand dinners, a facade, just a piece of ass.
Desires hidden beneath the shine,
A wise disguise with no class.

Now I see the heart so black,
Following orders, no turning back.
Chains released, freedom’s decree,
Easy to set you free.

Just stay the fuck away from me.

Trying for closure

Lies and exposure

Twisted knots get tighter

Light hearted now a fighter

Stomping for justice

Just to be a case of dismiss

Harder the effort the heavier the blows

I give up, here it goes

Back to the bright

Seeing a new light

Return my soul

The one you stole

No more being nice

Now you feel my “sacrifice”

A poet near the end, gasping for breath,
Spots a dusty typewriter, ink still fresh.
Keys call to hands with a fierce embrace,
Time slips away, leaving no trace.

Pages roll, each one a new start,
Frantic typing, a pianist’s art.
A skill, a craft, what must be revealed,
A story once hidden, now unsealed.

Victory dawns as pages bind,
Truth of beauty, now defined.
A book assembled, life restored,
Spine woven, past and present explored.

A tale of glory, triumph’s song,
Over what sought to do me wrong.
Free at last, once bound in pain,
Anew with things that will remain.

Beyond sword and shield

Fierce protection beyond self

Courageous honor