For a DateI would like to go somewhere where I could hear you talk,For a Date5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
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.
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.Resilience5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
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
You are the reasonI've seen fearless men,You are the reason5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
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.5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
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
Earned Not BoughtEarned Not Bought5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
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 Listened5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
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.
The Embrace of a StormThe Embrace of a Storm5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
The rushing through my body. The pounding in my head. I didn't know if I would survive, and I didn't know what would happen, because, of course, the future is unknowable. I stood crouching, trying to hold my ground, but I knew I was no match, no worthy force compared to this. I freely say I was afraid. It was dark, small, loud, rattling, fierce, horrifying inside. I could feel no one around me. It felt like hours or days that I was there, but it couldn't have been more than an hour. When it was silent, I was silent; I knew that it wasn't the end, and boy, was I right. The second time was worse than the first. Anything still standing inside had toppled and shattered to the ground, even wood. It was a longer time, laying there, my face in my knees, silent tears dodging down my cheeks. And in the end, it had just stopped. No last wind, no last rattle, no final tumble; but just stopped. And I looked around in the dark, and found that I had survived. Thoughts of my family flashed
ignite me.i'm a man not of matter but allignite me.5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
manner of magic, tragically static
in the havoc i inhabit--
but you're drastically iconoclastic,
in the depths of my whirling madness
you're only searching for the sadness
tearing down veils on your no rails trail
through the hell i've made for myself
oh the tales you'll tell when you've sailed
my deadly seas, nearly drowning in my ink
just to get to me
just so you can be the spark in the dark that
kickstarts my heart and parts me from the
part of me that was guarding me--
tonight you're my light as i wander from
this shadowed, hollowed hollow and into
the hallowed dream of tomorrow; sorrows
unchained from my brain, inspiration flows
free, a shivering river of prose and poetry--
all thanks to an amused muse who defused
my defenses and infused me with intention
so pay attention:
you've ignited me, incited me and righted me
and now i'm a brighter me, alive with
inspired fire and capable of burning the turning
world with a verse about a universe that
IgniteSparkle inside me,Ignite5 years ago in Be a Spark Challenge
Ember of creation
World be the canvas
For my imagination
Every newborn day
A new colour for my palette
With each different shade
Painting vivid emotions
All the small things,
For a magical paintbrush
Embracing all the world
In a bright rising rainbow
Come to me,
Power of creation
Never-ending spring of youth
Poetry to my eyes and ears
Glorious chant of freedom
A song for all humanity
The force within your heart
Piercing through normality
With faith and springing fantasy
I want to be, and I can be
The artist of tomorrow
A twentieth-century voyager
Crossing the borders
Between dreams and reality.