A poem-not-poem I wrote · 1:47am Jun 7th, 2015
Set off the firecrackers, watch them swirl
Changing colours, winding with no direction
Bright stars hover above, staring down intently
Hollow love, masking a deceitful lie
The light sparkle of damp grass
Spinning, spinning, spinning
Fireworks, setting into overdrive
Deafening, intoxicating blurred lines
Players rejoice in a game of hurtful fiction
Wailing sounds behind the fence
Raised heartbeats scatter jumbled thoughts