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Ana Jun 2020
It wasn’t easy,
The stars know it wasn’t **** easy.
Loving you, being with you,
It was different.
Sometimes it was like early flowers in late winter,
Sometimes it was like buds that just won't bloom.

It was like how the sun must feel,
When the clouds start to pour.
A little confused,
A little hurt,
Maybe a little angry.
But that doesn’t stop her from loving the sky,
Her foundation,
Her home.

Even when the clouds poured down on us,
I was still there.
Front row at every show,
First through the door of every party.

Somehow it just worked,
Like mismatched stars forming stunning constellations,
A little strange,
A little uncertain,
Maybe a little unconventional,
But it was real.

Ana
I wrote this one as a submission to Maisie Peters bookclub's writing contest on Instagram. It had the theme of 'Unconventional Love,' and I really wanted to enter, so out came this.
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bcb Mar 2020
it was the formality of it all that killed him. the restraints of the underlying structure suffocated his voice, his very reason. he ushered his last line, “what more could I be.” this was his seed that fell beneath our feet as we blindly tread towards the tree of bureaucracy. a nourishing spirit once said that before you slumber, let your eyes wander to that undiscovered, and so I did. the unconventional dream fell unto me, and as I woke, I asked, “what more could I be.”

be well,
bcb
taylormeadowe Aug 2019
everyone else that can live
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you are here. under the surface






what is below what you thought to be rock bottom?

are you even trying to get better?
why are you making so many excuses?
what is your problem? just swim up!

why would i try to swim if i don't know what the surface looks like?
what is the point anymore...

i can't breathe...........

.......
.......
.......
Maia May 2019
“Why would I
Even like her?”
You asked
Your voice ringing in my ears
Though your words were no more
Than letters on a screen.

**
In case you’re wondering
Your question is still floating
Aimlessly around my mind.
But I owe you
No apology
For being.
Unconventional,
Different,
Fire.
I owe you
No warmth,
Burn.
more and more couples are opting
to wed in unconventional places
they're not into those old fashioned
churches or registry office spaces

just to-day an American pair
did exchange their nuptial vows
inside an airport terminal
near the baggage area's trows

these types of wedding ceremonies
are gaining a greater supporter root
for they've added a new dimension
to the whole matrimonial hoot

we can expect to see weddings being
performed in a different location
so don't surprised if one happens
outside the international space station
Bernice Helena Dec 2018
Caged marionette, dance for me
Your glass chains hold no reins
It's time to break free.
The Light only shows you known lanes,
I will lead you down greater plains.

Your gaze is uncertain,
You falter ever so slightly.
Fear not, lost kitten,
I am yours for eternity.

Young Antoinette, come to me
A train of sorrow ー your best dress
So throw away that leaden pedigree.
The old masters may try to oppress,
Noble heartache you must suppress.

You take one last look
As I wait for thee,
At the safe sullen rook,
A prison it will no longer be.

Naive brunette, sway with me
For the heart and soul you sold,
Was it not I who answered your plea?
Tonight, we shall step past a new threshold,
Its whereabouts ー to God and enlightened beings, untold.

In darkness and damnation,
You remain smitten with me.
With no fear or salvation,
We waltz through tragedies.
His name is Mr. D
han Nov 2018
it's easy being unconventional
and outlandish
when there's someone around
to make you feel
less strange
and more yourself
han~11/18/19
awaiting that someone
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