Christie

[TK]

Lying sprawled out in the weeping grass
Watching as a shotgun of colors explode
In fire lines of streaming lightning bolts;
A showcased competition to see
Who could light up the sky the most.

(The blues won, the blues won!)

I couldn’t help but to see similarities
In golden rectangles, the boxes we draw,
And those edges that we cut ourselves on.

And wrapped together, sunk in powder,
We wait on thinning sticks to be lit
So we can blow away the night’s grays
And escape all the dullness that’s held us here.
And I’m sure you’ve realized this by now,
But I’m a dud Christie, I’ll catch fire and never go off.

Mimicking the grass, I watched as
The sky grew glassy eyed and dimmed
Its blues, reds, and whites. Oh, it’s how
We’re all go out; a single flash in the night.

(A sudden burst, a push of wind)

It's these personal liberties,
The idea that I have no excuse
To remain this same
Young foolish kid that I've been,
That frightens me to no extent.

And I'm sure you've realized this by now,
But I'm a dud Christie, I'll catch fire and never go off.

[lfdfforever]

you and i can bring this forum back to life.

[La La Lie]

I loved this! It has great imagery.

[SuicideKing]

very charming. nice to see light hearted writing that is well executed. (not the easiest accomplishment in my opinion)