Everyone is made of fire.
Some have had their flames doused by self
Doubt,
Or snuffed out by careless actions and words.
They have forgotten the heat
Of their soul.
Let us help remind
Them
They hold the kindling.
Eternal embers remain within.
Let us help one another restart
Our bonfire hearts.
*originally posted October 2016 @choleintodiamonds*
I take too many photographs;
Afraid I will forget
Faces and places.
I write too much;
Afraid I will
Forget
How
I felt.
How quickly
We forget
After birth,
After crawling,
After
Walking,
That we were born to
Hold one another.
To comfort and lift,
To help one another.
And as it was, is,
And ever will be;
Love.
I wake up with grand plans
And proceed to get distracted by beautiful things.
Daydreams.
I forget what I meant to do.
Clouds of black
As day turns to night.
I try to speak with all my might,
Soundless.
On hands and knees I crawl.
The wind pushes me to where i do not wish to go,
Where i do not recall my name.
My skin feels not my own.
I lie motionless,
Overcome with shadows.
Still i breath.
I sleep until I forget
And dream
In a place
Where time slumbers
And forgets as well.
Went for a drive today.
Forgot about everything for a while,
But the clouds and sky.
Went for a drive today.
Stopped wondering why for a little bit
And let my mind wander to softer thoughts.
Life is as good as you see it to be.
New hurts
Become entangled in old hurts.
(you still grasp them so tight)
We forget they
Are not connected
To one another.
We are neither one
Nor the other
Which we try to
Call each other.
Identities created leave us encased in circles.
Either looking up or down,
Not around.
Forgetting there is more.
Thinking we are bound by others thoughts on life
And love.
We are too much to be reduced
To mere words created
In an effort to make sense.
Once this old piano knew happy days
For music brings joy
And passion.
Cobwebs and dust have settled on the keys.
Broken strings and rust sleep well
In dark places.
Notes forgotten
For it cannot play itself
Back to
Music.
Yearning for the feel of
Warm fingers upon
The ivory;
For harmonious voices to join in
All its melodic glory;
For bodies full of life and love to glide and swing as one.
Silence plays
Alone.
Time does not forget,
People do.
Chole Into Diamonds 