Two-hundred and Seven: Shine

I freeze my teardrops in ice-cube trays
for a rainy day. Tonight it’s not hard
to smile so I must not waste time.
There is a quota for my sadness.
Look at me shine, shine, shine.
My mood is a candle that flickers,
battling the darkness until the end,
and then I burn out. My soul melts.
My heart hardens. But then it’s
another candle, another colour,
and I shine, shine, shine again.


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I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

5 thoughts on “Two-hundred and Seven: Shine”

  1. Lex two things:

    1. I love your writing. I look forward to it every day. ’nuff said.

    2. Why don’t you have an archive???

  2. You did it again- this I could I have written (well obviously not, because you put feelings into words in the most amazing way, and I can’t do that!). But what I mean is, I relate to it so much. Although sometimes I forget my quota, and feel that the sadness might never go away.

  3. Lexi I love your images, please take this as a complement your poems are enjoyable because the creative images and don’t go over my head with their meanings.

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