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 on: June 10, 2017, 04:38:23 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by Chris Dudley
I'm not really feeling this metaphor. I thnk the solitude part could work but a depression is a hole and the juxtaposition isn't really popping out for me.

 on: June 10, 2017, 04:28:35 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
The sages climb the mountain side
They climb immortally
They climb with happy bellies
One flies out over the sea.

One flies on the shoulders of the thunderbird
The wind rushes under its wings
The land drops away, the mountain is gone
The spray flies up from the sea.

The sages climb the mountain side
Always their number is eight
Till one flies away as he always will
And the border guard stands at the gate.

The guard stands at the mountain pass
The sage is passing away
Never to walk the central kingdom
Like sunshine after the rain.

The sages climb the mountain peak
In their immortality
Their number is eight, eight always
But another may join them one day.

The air is thin where the sages climb
The light is like a crystal
The forests below with their sad trees
Have said goodbye to them all
Theyíve said goodbye to them all.

 on: June 10, 2017, 01:22:53 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
Depression is a mountain without a summit.
Just an endless continuation of misleading plateaus.
Every day can seem like an uphill struggle
The slightest miss step and you can end up crashing down the side and plummeting miles back down to the bottom.
There are moments where the world seems bright
And all of your problems fade away.
You take a moment to catch your breath and appreciate the beauty in your surroundings.
You may meet someone who is sharing the climb
You can take solace in the knowledge that you are not alone.
But the next day you awaken again to find that they have left
Once again you are confronted with the monumental task that you have given yourself in moving forwards.
Every morning I make a silent prayer that one day I will reach the top.
I will look back down at the challenges I have faced with pride.
Until then, I will keep on climbing.

 on: June 09, 2017, 12:46:40 PM 
Started by Higgs88 - Last post by Higgs88
Hazy alleyway, muffled music shuffling from the club. I stand in the cool thick night, some guy asks me for a lighter. I shrug apologetically. He keeps mooching until someone pulls out a silver zippo, soon smoke is catching in my breathe & I wonder if I can get lung cancer from secondhand. My eyes squint around at random bursts of conversation, hands slightly clammy and I walk with my head down, not wanting to draw attention to myself. The pavement is slick and midnight, the only light coming from the embers of a handful of half-smoked cigarettes. I wonder if I should head back in to the concert- the frenzied movements and raised lighters--.

 on: June 09, 2017, 05:54:46 AM 
Started by Redhdgrly - Last post by Redhdgrly
used to use a lighter for smokes, but since I quit many years ago lighters and matches are only to start the coals in the grill, or melt the ends of 550 cord, or  candles, love the smell of some, the amazing scent of flowers filling the air in my home and masking the wet dog smell, or pine at Christmas filling it with the Christmas spirit, some smell like the beach reminding you of the salty air and and coconut oil, where you relax in the warm sun while listening to the seagulls and the waves, the sun so bright you have to wear sunglasses, the beach so hot your feet burn as you quickly run into the cool waters of the ocean, some smell like the rain, drumming on your roof and making you sleepy in the middle of the day, a peaceful soothing sound, some smell like cake batter, cupcakes, sugar cookies, or sweet frosting, making you want to bake and eat delicious desserts, or the scents of fall, the fireplace with its woodsy burning smell, the warm pumpkin pies, or fragrances that are just random but reminding you of something that permeates your memory, lilac, lemons, basil, or combinations like

 on: June 09, 2017, 05:14:40 AM 
Started by tbones - Last post by tbones
We would be fascinated with lighters as kids, finding them on the ground turning the wheel obsessively making it spark, pressing the red plastic button to fill our hands with butane and making a burst of flame in our hands. Sometimes we would throw the plastic lighters on ground to make them explode as mischievous kids. Moving up in lighter quality, the zippo lighter was really special to us. I remember I had a black onyx zippo with chrome outlining it. My initials were engraved in a cursive font on the front plate and i would flip it open with my fingertips as the smell of lighter fluid would emanate from the wick. I would snap my fingers to get it to light. Its funny how the silliest things can capture your attention when your a kid growing up.

 on: June 09, 2017, 04:29:53 AM 
Started by Chris Dudley - Last post by Chris Dudley
The gas is all gone, thumb sore, itís begun
The anxious search for a new one
A lighter or match on a table or patch
Of space between books on a bookshelf.

The gas is all gone though the flint will still work
And the thumb still tries to move faster
To catch that last burst of butane in air
Make the humble bulb of blue flame.

Itís the morningís first smoke, the eyes filled with crumbs
The habit uncomfortably stymied
The lighter wonít work and it's not lint or dirt
Itís empty and wonít get any better.

Turn the stove on, feel it heat up
The coil starts to burn redder
It heats up your face as you lean in
Light the cigarette off of its glowing.

 on: June 09, 2017, 12:51:49 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
She should have seen it coming,
But pride consumed her heart.
She should have seen that her arrogance
Would be what would tear her world apart.
Like a toddler with a lighter
She could not see the danger
Of setting light to all of the kindling
And handing her world over to a stranger.
She stood aside and mocked him
She never even tried
To confront him in any form of debate
Instead she chose to hide
As her arrogance soon turned to fear
And her confidence drained away.
The tides of change have made their mark
And she has been turned away.
Her campaign has been torn to shreds
With no hope of resurrection.
Theresa May has come to rue the day
That she announced her snap election.

 on: June 08, 2017, 04:11:53 PM 
Started by John M - Last post by John M
the bikini wrapped around her chest like christmas lights, my eyes lit up with delight, my groin stiffened, she turned her head toward me and I quickly spotted the imaginary seagull flapping its wings across the beach. she lay belly-down on the the hot sand, the summer sun felt like the inside of an oven set to 375. my wandering eyes made their way back to glow of her golden skin, i could smell the banana of her tanning oil downwind. the back straps of her top hung carelessly to her sides, one strong gust of wind might wisp it away all together. i put my aviators on to give me the illusion of shelter, shade that otherwise couldn't be found, the constant breathing of the ocean waves was tranquil, the great navy ships dotted across the distant horizon...

 on: June 08, 2017, 08:00:48 AM 
Started by andrewpayne55 - Last post by andrewpayne55
Pure relaxation, 

Exactly what we need.
Put up our feet 
and catch our breath
Take some time to read.

The gorgeous sun gently roasts our bodies
As we lounge on this peaceful beach.
A cocktail in one hand,
Your hand in the other,
I pull you closer so that I can reach

To embrace you and kiss you fondly
From your head down to your shoulder.
You laugh and smile
And stare into my eyes.
My love grows stronger every day that I grow older.

You jump up and beckon me to follow you
As you dive into the sea.
I take a moment to stare in awe
At the sight of you in your bikini.
I quickly follow and we swim together
Its moments like these that confirm my suspicions
That I could never live without you.
A year has now passed since we said our goodbyes
Yet I still canít stop thinking about you!

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