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Soul 2d
"I cannot go to bed,
it's 9 pm", I said.
Just one more time
the clock should chime,
for me to go to bed.

My mother came out,
with a horrible shout,
"you have to got bed,
it's too late", she said.
But I don't want to go to bed.

So happily, I stared
at the TV, and declared,
"I will never go to bed!"
Then my dad's face went scarlet red.
But still I need not go to bed.

"You must tidy up this whole mess!"
He said; eyes fixed at the peices of chess.
My instincts worked with a pop,
I ran, but I did not stop,
to go back to bed.
Funny Silly Vibes
Modal Words
Kalliope Jun 23
I love burnt marshmallows and my favorite color’s green.
I’ll say I’m very open, but my favorite game’s hide and seek.
I’m kind of bad with money-
ya know, I can always make more.
I’ll distract you with jokes if we dive
too deep into my lore.

I’ll remember your birthday, stress for months on the perfect gift.
I’ll be properly obsessed with you until
I feel the shift.
I am such a lover girl until the
loving feels too real-
giving someone the power to hurt me is a soul-crushing, humongous deal.

I will fight against it-
there’s no love without the risk.
But it will be a struggle, and no one deserves my ******* fits.
One day, someone will want them, raincoat and boots in tow:
“What’s a little rain in the grand scheme,
when at the end I get to love you though?”
I am scared to drown you and I don’t want to sink, but someday, one day, I’ll meet someone who jumps right in and doesn’t blink
neth jones Jun 17
dry as a butterfly   and legless as an atlas
buttressed by a mattress            
     the gap against the wall
to sleep   or  at least    
to practice
10/06/25
written for my 6yr old who gets credit for 'dry as a butterfly'
evangeline Jun 14
Sappho of the South
Sweetest lips upon my mouth
From Tomboy Casanova
To Soft Butch Jehovah
Stone Top, Touch-Me-Not
To chapstick and Birkenstocks
She’s my Strapping Queen
The only flicker of my bean
Oh, Lavender Menace
I’m on my knees in minutes  
Stud-finder
****-diver
Love-guider
Me-inside-her
Lover’s lips upon my mouth  
Lovely Sappho of the South
CHEEKY!!!!!!!
neth jones Jun 13
the slanting sun  outwits the bedroom               
                            carves in the morning knife
cavities balled into the mystery   a spent cartridge of night      
bidden away is the bask   of a coupling umbrella-ed          
(guilded by narcotic somnolence  and a few drinks)
now  each fearful  in face of the lover    
       one wondering etiquette
    for the ridding
     of the other
Yeganeh Had May 30
Autumn and sleep deprivation

The world spins, right left right left
I am falling off the edge
I am slipping away
Drowsy, sick, tired and lethargic

I ache for what once was but will never be again
Sore for reminiscence
Yearning for reconnection
left hallow in the lack of your presence

I saw her last night dancing her heart out
It was glowing, how the leaves do when the sky is empty
And loud like lighting and thunder on a stormy fall night as
Her feet bounced up and down the wooden floor

I could feel her eyes on me
An unshakable serene feeling
Her lavender taut dress was a magnet and my eyes steel
We are the two neither poles

We bear each others presence
My brain is filled with the presumption of
how we were meant to be here together
Like two yellowed leaves decomposing

A promise broken

I stood in the corner with another person
His arms around my waist
My palms on his face
Yet no true yellow rays of embrace

I don't feel delight nor contentment
Rather bitter resentment
For him, for you, for me, for the world

I have to ripe in the consequences of my actions for as long as we are in this building together
i fear i lack the ability to move on for her bittersweet stares
Manx Pragna May 26
I recall the faux weddings
That youth had adorn.
We were something like five or six,
Playing in her attic.
They had setup
A whole play marriage altar
Out on the back lawn.
My "bride-to-be"
Was dressed in her attire properly,
White veil & everything.
We had often played at house,
But never at matrimony.
It was always explicitly implied,
In such games,
That we were already married.
I did, she did -
You may kiss;
Sweet pronouncement!
Just as with half of all marriages,
We eventually grew apart.

Maybe it was the economy,
Maybe it was our goals;
Maybe it was because we were children,
Maybe because it was just for fun.

I still remember picking for eggs
At her home on Easter.
spacey May 25
my bookshelves are empty,
my room is too.
the emptiest however, is my heart
for this house isn't mine anymore.

i tried to make this house a home,
decorated the walls with paintings,
every other empty space with plants and trinkets
but alas, a house remains a house.

over the past three years,
i have familiarised myself with every
scratch and crack and dent in the walls.
they whisper sadness as we depart.

my washroom tiles look strangely blue too.
they've listened to me wail and sob and curse
they've seen me dance and sing and laugh
they know I'll forget about them soon enough though.

a year down the line, i will forget about the crack on the ceiling wall.
i will forget about my favorite corner in the room,
and promptly the house will forget me too.
for the paintings will be removed, and the tiles replaced.

the walls will be painted over
removing any trace of the fact
that this house
was once a home.
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