Little Flicker

Little Flicker sonnet poems

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Once done, my words in your mind will bury.
Where my eyes were once of warm flames dancing
Your paradigms replaced them with fury
Lest it stops, my heart persists on beating

Little I have left for spark’s ignition
But your hand was feared to incinerate
Still I held it then smoke blurred my vision
Touching it the slightest is a mistake

I moved a leg but saw a labyrinth
Silhouettes cloaked each tree lining the walls
Choked by large vines I watered with absinthe
Ice ended melting, floods my sight, and falls.

I see my reflection in every stroke
You’ll see this portrait once it catches smoke

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I don't even know myself at all, I thought I would be happy by now. But the more I try to push it I realize, gotta let go of control. Now I can move on two paces. Bigger problems no more. Just dealing with high school drama.
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