For a DateI would like to go somewhere where I could hear you talk,For a Date5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
Hear you tell me everything that ever mattered to you,
And if you enjoy making out under the moonlight,
I would then like to ask you to do it again.
I would like to cuddle your hand to my chest,
Curl your hair around my sleeves,
Wipe the snow from your eyes,
And flower that little smile to soften your lips.
And I love to feel your soft lips on me,
Emotions behind everything you whisper in my ears,
Happiness in every one of your silly smiles,
Touching the spark in me that is now completely yours.
You are the reasonI've seen fearless men,You are the reason5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
Take to the streets for what they believe.
But what courage is that?
And to you I see strength and bravery.
For you left the safety of your home,
Venturing beyond the sea.
To a battle far away.
Against violent men for silly gain.
Endlessly you stand for freedom,
You push through the blood shed.
For our greater good.
You are the reason,
We can hold our heads high.
You are the reason we can reach for the sky.
You've given us hope, and strength.
To protect the land we stand upon,
As you fight for it on foreign soil.
Thanks to your selflessness.
So I can confidently say,
I'm proud to be an American.
Snow fall may not reach you this Christmas,
But it's my prayer that our love always will.
The words are the spark.I hear them running. I hear them jumping, seeking, burrowing. I hear them whisper. They are words and they are mine.The words are the spark.4 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
In those moments, they overwhelm me. I think of sparklers during the night. How little children run around with thin sticks spouting fireworks that only last for seconds. Yet, looking back, on the cusp of adulthood, I realise how lucky they were to witness the sparks. To laugh, to delight in fire. It is the same today, except the pen is my sparkler. The paper is the night sky. And with one wave, the words will tumble, heads over heels, towards the ground in sparks.
Countless writers have scratched their pens against the matchbox of Life. They burn out pen after pen trying to find the right spark. Together they form the literary canon, the bestsellers that riddle bookshelves, the scribbles of angsty poetry. We walk past them without realising. We speak of our Eureka moments, our crazy muses, our light bulb inspirations. Eureka moments are few and far between. O
ResilienceWhen I was young, I loved to watch my father work. I used to think sparks were dangerous, so I would sit far enough away that the fire could not reach me. But I could still feel the heat, watching sparks rise high into the smoky air.Resilience4 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
I was terrified of darkness. I would sleep with a candle burning to protect me, but shadows invaded my dreams. I pretended I was a dragon, filled with flames. Fearless.
No one believes in dragons anymore. No one believes in fire, either. I've grown up into the age of electricity, where fire is too hot and too wild to touch. Why risk burning yourself when light and heat are ready at the flip of a switch? It's much safer to shiver in the glow of civilization than to risk getting burnt.
The lights of cities surround me, outshining the stars. The mess of humanity clusters around the light like moths. They're all just afraid of the dark. I think back to the years I spent pretending to be brave.
When I was young, I loved to watch my mother light
Earned Not BoughtEarned Not Bought5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
Earned Not Bought
Who are these so called friends we believe in?...
We choose them all the way through our life,
We choose every single one of them to help us,
We choose them because we know they care.
What are they if not a spark in our lives?...
Friends are those few people who actually know us,
Who are there when we want to jump off a cliff,
Who grab our hand as we try to reach for that old blade.
What did we do to deserve them?...
Every second that question is asked,
Every time that question is pondered,
That is when they will be there to help us out.
They are not a minimum requirement,
Their friendship isn't something we can buy,
It is something we work at,
Something you can only earn.
This is not a take, take situation.
It is one where we give and give,
Then in our time of need...
We will be the ones receiving.
So, from me to you,
A friend is a spark...
A small ignition
That keeps us going.
God ListenedGod Listened4 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
Even when those who claim no religion as their own,
Open their mouths, minds and hearts in hope for another;
Each little spark that rises from the heart of someone
In the hope of a Devine Intervention to save a life,
Each is collected until a Heavenly fire burns
And angels get the call;
Someone needs help.
I've never really believed the verse that says
When two or more are gathered in His name
God will be there and listen...
But this morning many gathered,
Some in His name,
And sent their sparks of hope skyward.
I owe my life not to the fact that I failed at failing,
But to those who never lost their spark of hope.
And to you, one day, I will be able to say thank you;
Meaning the words instead of uttering them like a mantra.
Your sparks ignited a fire in Heaven,
And God listened.
A Synonym For AcceptanceA Synonym For AcceptanceA Synonym For Acceptance5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge More Like This
There's not a day that goes by,
Where standing still is fine.
There's no hope of perfection,
In these dreams of mine.
My spark lies with the candle,
And within the minds of musicians.
I idolise them like Gods;
Like royalty or the greatest magicians.
Because magic is what they create...
There's not a day that goes by,
Where I don't make a mistake.
Sure sometimes they're smaller,
But there's so much I forsake.
My fantasies are written,
In a book or on a stave.
Music is my only drug;
The only thing I crave.
Because it gives me the best high...
There's not a day that goes by,
Where I let this get me down.
Maybe sometimes I get sad,
But I swim rather than drown.
I lose myself in lyrics;
Sometimes I make them myself.
For music is my spark,
And it sticks with me through Hell.
Because music is another word for acceptance.