Fireworks and life-
boy aren't they similar?
People spend a **** ton of money on fireworks,
the week of the 4th.
But if you really think about it,
life is the same way.
In life,
we spend money to make ourselves excited to live,
we eat a crap ton of food-
because hello, we ARE American's for Christ's sake.
But at the end of the night,
the fireworks blow up and die
until you set up the others.
And that's just like life...
That's where it is most similar
because you pump yourself full of food,
and medication, and water...
but in the end, you're just gonna die.
But
as we live our lives,
we are as beautiful and loud
as the fireworks above.
Because our lives are the most beautiful
thing to ever walk this very Earth.
Fireworks and life-
both beautiful AND destructive.

Physically I knoweth
That I dieth daily;
I just wanted mine Reyna to knoweth
Mine amour was not some maybe.

So just in case, more blood doth breach
Mine poem's told some, but not all of what mine soul speaketh;
Tis, so many taketh tommorrow as if it wilt cometh
I write as this may be mine last, just saying I loveth thee queen.

And that always knoweth.....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication

Late Saturday nights,
packed cars and
laughing friends.
Trunk monkeys,
running around
fighting and fending off
the crazy drunks and
druggies of the night.
People screaming and
laughing and
running all over.
Everyone making jokes
and annoying one another,
all of us
making memories that'll
last forever.

Gotta love them
late Saturday nights.

The one bedroom apartment;
where your drinking habits only scare your cat.