Bulbs to Blow

The cracking of eggshells, but not really so,

It is but shattered glass of bulbs to blow.

They cut, and you bleed, shards so thin,

He is home. Let the waking nightmare begin.

Gently. Gently. Still. Do not say the wrong thing.

Let peace come tonight for I know what the morrow will bring.

The drink has him under her captivating charm,

“Oh, Father, this night, please, keep me safe from harm.

© Cynthia Clark

One single light shines in a group

The rest just sit there ignoring him

They pay no attention at all

his chances of success very slim

The effort he puts in is constant

he thinks the results are great

but when all just ignore him

he keeps at it testing his fate

Then he realizes that no one cares

so he lets his light go out

He just puts down his pen

and walks away without a shout

no more words will leave his pen

and nothing more to say

His attempt at writing squashed

waiting for his final day

One Bright Idea

One bright idea's better than none

Write it down fast before it is gone

Very nice Kyle

When all feels dark, it leaves us cold

the power dies, light faded away, here in this empty space

we feel alone, displaced, cant find a soul to embrace, cant get a foothold

the right spark, electricty of the heart, the shades lift, no longer an hiding place

Not alone, this once dark room was full all along

all hidden behind the mists of the mind, the darkness inside

now a beacon is lit, the lights hit, the room is bright, feel i belong

this home filled with love, with all my friends beside

Great job, Jackie and Subbo.

A bright light in the center of it all

the others went to sleep, some snuggled against the wall

the light blazed bright before they went to bed,

their mother burns the brightest and stays awake instead

They will always think that their mom will be

but they will age too, and the center they will see

they sleep to conserve their strength

they have an expiration, a time and a length

At the edge of light A shadow moves A dark dance A pulsating beat At the edge of light Consciousness reforms And she swirls in spires Until I move for her And then she is gone

A bright Spark

A Great idea comes to mind

I've been searching it's been hard to find

Several ideas I started to begin, then gradually they faded and dimmed

Now this is the brightest of them all

I will put myself to the test, deliver what I believe will be the best

My time has come,my bulb Shines bright

Let this idea lead me to the light