Firefly

The voltage tries to resist her

shaking, but still to the touch

current encircles her retinas

trying to keep standing up

worrying about the after before

No ones cares what you are anymore

Your cheeks have lost their sweet hue

Pushing contours together til the bruises turn blue

You still grin at me there in your bed

its just tissue keeps your smile up instead

You're not quite there

I'm not quite here

My adoration has grown severe

Violet discomforting thoughts induce a whispered panic

I want to believe in nothing romantic

my footsteps will only leave stains

going to be washed away by the rain

I want to believe in the absurd

I want to believe in something naked to innoccent eyes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

this poem is yet again amazing, i love it. great work. you have such a beautiful means of words. that somehow flow within my own mind. you somehow think in the same way i do. the way that most people dont understand. great poem, just beautifully put together. another fav.

[Alice]

This is so powerful reading it is like being possessed by a hurricane.
Every line is a small pocket of sadness and beauty and talent.
I think it's my favourite of yours for it's elegant flow and raw emotion.
Love,
Alice.

[Wildecat]

An excellent poem, a definite pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

[Alex McFadyen]

What I gather from this poem is that a woman is in some sort of relationship with the "Firefly". Said boyfriend puts up a front of happiness, love and affection, but inside he is depressed and "bruised". The poem does not really say why she stays with him, perhaps there is no reason?

"You're not quite there/I'm not quite here" and "I want to believe in nothing romantic" means that the relationship is pretty damn shallow.

hmmm.. however the title and the first paragraph give it another element... I can only assume that the guy is flashy like a firefly and the relationship has.. chemistry.. energy... but he IS only an insect afterall...

Did I guess right?

Good poem.

[Sam Summers]

wow. this is the best thing you've written, methinks. i'm still not entirely sure what its about, though ive read it several times through, but whatever it is its something very moving, very bleak.

"You still grin at me there in your bed/its just tissue keeps your smile up instead" is chilling, and "worrying about the after before" is one of those brilliant little lines that tickles me so.