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Eyla 1d
To my person,
You are a sunshine on a gloomy day that
brings me hope.
The moon on my sleepless nights that
droves away the loneliness.
The stardust on the ocean that
brings me serenity.

The desire in me wants to keep you close,
But pity me, our universe didn’t give the permission.

In another life,
I hope we can shares stories with our favorite tea in hand, exchange our favorite books, and maybe— just maybe, we could shares
a blanket.
Eyla May 2023
The distance between us,
Who dare to draw it?
Who dare to shorten our time?
Who dare to took you from my sight?

My eyes are thirsty to have you in it,
Thirsty to meet the source of its sparks,
The source of its mesmerized gaze.

The distance,
Build an empty space,
A space, where i treasure our memories.
A space, where it is empty yet you could make me feel whole.
A space, where it is belongs to you.
Just because you can
...and...
Maybe you have,
Danced with fire
That does not mean that same flame will not burn after expired
Leaving a new want to expire
Like desire
Or so I've heard from the choir
But then again most everyone I've met,
Myself included,
Is a lier
And yet,
For reasons unknown,
I'm still a buyer
A broken heart supplier

©2024
Piotr Balkus Mar 6
Desire to
desire less -
like fire,
which burns my flesh

and soul.
Jellyfish Feb 23
There's so many different paths I want to run down,
Different places I yearn to see.
I'd like to live somewhere beautiful
Where I can simply be

I fight with myself over the fantasies I keep,
Sometimes I'm sure I'll live somewhere far,
I could have a chicken or two,
My dog could enjoy a huge yard.

Other times I know deep down,
I need convenience and I'd surely fail
Without being somewhere crowded,
Delivery is a privilege.

I don't want the middle between these two places,
Because suburbia was depressing,
Living only two inches away from a bustling family,
I didn't like the times I lived with mine there.

I'd need space undoubtedly.
Then the absurdity starts showing,
I think to myself.. I'll find an abandoned city
Maybe a desserted town like the ones tiktok shows me.

I could pretend I'm in my own story
And the empty streets would be my own
I could wander these houses and see what was left behind...
I think it sounds silly but, it always comes to mind.

If I could live in the house of my dreams
It would be somewhere unimaginable
Underneath the deepest seas.
I'd have glass walls, and a ceiling made of stars

I'd wake up to see jellyfish blooms
And sit in awe, nothing to do
I could swim to the surface somehow
And watch meteors fall

I think what I truly desire
Is somewhere comfortable
Where I can imagine these wishes
Without being bothered by time, or people who don't really care

Or maybe I belong on another planet,
Because I feel alien everywhere.
Mark Wanless Feb 21
cognit discontent
cognition desire
the mother of movement
so says amoeba
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