fireworks
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You were the only one
Who
Made me feel safe
Around fireworks.
Wrapping me in your sunny warmth
Laughter
Holding my hand
I knew everything would be fine
Until it wasn't.
A 17 year old boy put a bunch of firewrks on his head.The fuses were lit and when they exploded, he was dead.His mother was angry and tried to have fireworks banned.But there was something that his mother didn't understand.
It’s time to watch the fireworks
As they fill the sky with light
these small controlled explosions
That seem to split the night
They remind me of my childhood
and of patriotic dreams
When I was a child I used to wonder why the veterans in town didn’t like the fireworks on the 4th of July. I thought that’s what they fought for, the freedom to make things go boom.
The questions pop up like fireworks
Sparks flying out
I cover my face, evading them
while fire licks the dark sky
I push my hand over my ears
I don't want to see, to think
It hurts, my head straining
Whispers drift with the salty breeze. Oh, my dear.
His tender hand brushes a lock of hair
behind her ear. Just, for me, bear
it a little longer. Let’s enjoy the fireworks at eight.
So little time, so much change.
I look back on myself from the beginning of 2016
The insecure, worrisome, self-conscious girl.
When you kissed me,
It wasn't fireworks.
Well,
The first time it was
Of course,
Because it was the very first time,
And with the very first kiss,
There's always fireworks.
A luminous light shoots into the air,
As a 'Boom' rips through the sound barrier,
An explosion occurs,
Beautiful patterns are embedded into the night sky. For a short while.
Raise our bottles to the purple nightWe'll bend these floorboards weighed down with our voices.Shout the doors wide openfling the windows up erupt into the
Fireworks.
They're beautiful, aren't they?
But, quite tragic, tbh.
I mean,
Yes, they're stunning.
And, everyone gathers to gaze in awe.
Before the fourth of July. I never knew pain so severe. Expecting a few firework shows with enjoyable sound. The bright vivid colors seem to amaze us all and make the little kids go wild. Instead i ended up with the opposite.
For the real beauty lays in the postponed blast that shakes the eardrum,
not in the false luminescence on a dark sky.
Because the sparkles fade a little too quickly,
after becoming a spectacular mirage.
How do you know for sure this isn't the last time you are going to hold me tight and let me dance on your feet?
As we lay on the soft, dew-wet grass, staring into the night sky as
Colors boom and bang around us, as we sit perfectly still,
So perfect, so quiet, yet peaceful.
Two young souls lost in the ashes of the fireworks.
