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 1833° 
kaela
i need a hug,
not a false side one.
a really long one.
one in which i just disappear from the world.

nothing else will matter.
not the fact that me and you
have both moved on and found someone new.
i need one so tight
that i can feel my bones being crushed and pressured
until they s h a t t e r .

until
i
see
nothing
but
a
black
screen.

because all of what i've seen
is pain and hurt.
people fall and are pushed to
instantly get back up and brush off the dirt.

let's hug.
until
we
both
disappear.
 842° 
vienna bombardieri
“Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”

I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself,
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell
At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist  
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again  
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed  
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend
I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes  
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their ***** feet
God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,  
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.

Copyright © Mystic  Rose |2024
But you did
didn't you
hid your light
under a bustle
oops sorry
bushel.

but I spied you
and
cried out to you

do you
want me
to tell it all?
 264° 
lmnsinner
do not write much
life is hard, daytime
is usually 10 hours,
a lot mouths to feed
but that ain’t what
I got a bed to write
about

somehow my woman
did some thinking,
a hefty any of scraping
and secret saving, a buck
here, spare change squeezed
from a secret budget, in a jar
very,very well hid from being
accidentally discovered and lost
to too many little exploring fingers

we’ll never wanted and needed
a cell phone, just wasn’t need
enough, when you buying so
many little shoes l, but there
she went and bit me a watch,
used, not too fancy, and made
me feel like one million dollars

this watch, ya gotta wear to
bed, no biggie, cause it’ll tell
you how ya feeling, and how
ya sleeping and if I can, find
the time, speak my poems
into it, so they get kept for
what they call posterity

this watch informed that I was
a woken man from the hours
between 1am to bout 4am,
which zi already knew but
come daylight, man birthed
three new poems, and this
even ain’t one of them

this is more of a story, bout
the who, what and a little why,
bout me, so maybe you might
just hang round and read some


that’s all for now, that **** watch
wakes me at 6 am, though my body
does it for free, I’ll be gone in thirty
with a kiss if the good women is
still asleep, and some of the kids
will be in the upper window
to wave poppa good morning and
goodbye, which is worth double,
that’s what I tell them and it gives
me the knowledge why I exist,
what my purpose be, and a chance
to pray to Gid to keep them all safe
till I get home and squeeze the living
daylights out of them with arms that
we’re made to the heavy lifting to keep
then we’ll and happy, fed and clothed,
and give me reasons to write some more
 251° 
Shivvy
Try and pull me down
Chop my wings
To hear me agonizing
And then watch me walk on ground
Reminiscing the sky
But not being affected much around
Hear me say
You didn't pull me down
 233° 
Pierre de Ronsard
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avoit desclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
A point perdu ceste vesprée
Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
Et son teint au vostre pareil.

Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace,
Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
Las ! las ses beautez laissé cheoir !
Ô vrayment marastre Nature,
Puis qu'une telle fleur ne dure
Que du matin jusques au soir !

Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne,
Tandis que vostre âge fleuronne
En sa plus verte nouveauté,
Cueillez, cueillez vostre jeunesse :
Comme à ceste fleur la vieillesse
Fera ternir vostre beauté.
 227° 
Robby
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
 213° 
Khoisan
The sky was blazing
fingers point at
the distance of never
concrete crumble
rose petals puffs
a big heart
no more ashes only love
Phoenix's rise in a silvered sky
the Angels still sing
from the olive branches
our Doves they will never die.
 208° 
Arlo Disarray
please,
don’t make me
wake up
tomorrow

i’m not sure
if i can bear
the weight
and disappointments
of another day

unless
you can help me
to
make the pain
go away

i can’t
keep going on
please,
don’t make me stay

please,
don’t let me
wake up
tomorrow

let
me
silence
the
disarray
hopefully, this is the last poem i will ever write. 🤞
 167° 
Maxwell Edwards
Blessed by Aphrodite
Her hair as long and silky as fjord
Her eyes direct gateways into her beautiful and complex mind
Her smile untainted by the hate this painful world unleashes onto us all

Blessed by Aphrodite
Her body curves like the seven sister hills
Her Skin kissed personally by the sun
She is never cold it could be the coldest day of the year but when we touch it as I have ran into burning building

Blessed by Aphrodite
Her mind is puzzle I wish to solve she is loved by everyone around she lacks enemy’s and have friends in abundance
She is perfect in every possible way
No wonder I love her
Bout a beautiful girl
 167° 
David P Carroll
I love you
And it's true
I feel you beating
Inside my heart

And I love you
With every beat
Of my heart and
With every breath
That I take

And my love for
You knows no bounds
It's true every day
I tell the Lord Jesus Christ
How much I love you

And my heart
Sings with happiness
And joy because of you

And I love you
I truly do
And I always will
For you are my heart
My soul my everything
I truly love you.
I Love You 💓💓💓
 159° 
Kirito
so cold to feel the pain
to much is not the same
sleep and hope for the best

look the blue sky is the rest
give a rest to feel the best
take a nap and feel the breeze
just rest to feel better
 137° 
JOY
I loved you like a daughter but I can't forgive you as a woman
I sure hope you burns in hell but I can't say this out loud
Cause you are my father
But you were her husband first
And I can't change that no I can't change that.

I will never forget when you called her crazy
When she put up your cheating evidence in our faces / on the dinner table.
You laughed messily and denied it cause you are spoiled
It's the same old wives tale
Someone will end it up hurting badly
And it will be always be a woman
 128° 
Styles
My hands continued to explore he;
                  my fingers finding their way,
                  between her legs,
                  feeling her wetness.
 121° 
Em MacKenzie
My Nan taught me a lot-
but two lessons/phrases were uttered the most.
“Don’t trust men, they only want one thing.”
Problem solved Nanny, I’m as gay as they come
and never gave one man that one thing.

The other thing she’d often tell me was
“We get two gifts in this world; people we love
and sleep to save us from missing them when they’re gone.”
The second lesson I think of often and relate to heavily.
Both were true for my Nan;
she deserved a better life.
Would’ve been Nan’s 85th birthday last week-
If there’s something after all of this I hope she celebrated
with Ma, Uncle Jim, Louise, Dad, Pop, Stevie and Bev.
Love and miss you Nanny.
 115° 
Asonna
I love a sunburnt country,
but now the land's ablaze.
the oxygen we breathe has turned to dust
yet our request for help is denied.
I love a sunburnt country,
but there's not much left to last.

Firefighters aren't getting paid,
Neither are their bills.
yet our leader claims we're all fine
but he can afford to jet away.

The wildlife is damaged.
Koalas are losing homes.
much like the population
as the fires rip through their walls.

I love my sunburnt country,
but this has gone on too long.
while it's nice you're in hawaii Mr. Morrison,
everyone else is left to stand alone..
 114° 
kel
Her: I have a confession...
Him: what kind of confession...?
Her: I tried to **** myself.
Him: at what time...?
Her: last night at midnight.
Him: that's nice. we attempted at the same time.
Her: ...
Him: let's meet up the next time you feel low, hmm?
The thing is, he didn't try to commit suicide.
A short story :D attempting to suicide isn't a light matter, so pls take caution when approaching this topic :) <3
 112° 
gabby
You
I sit, yearn for you.
Steal my breath, I beg of you.
Heartache. Missing you.
 104° 
Saleh Ben Saleh
Don’t seek perfection in a world of deception,
a place of  test for he and she.
If God intended for man perfection,
no mortal being will disagree.

For every time you feel rejection, only the truth will set you free. And when you tread in wrong direction,
your path will lead to misery.

So be alarmed,
request protection,
from every evil in you and me. Extend your hand and attempt connection,
don't hesitate to make a plea.

For every action that causes friction,
will wear our bond and **** our glee.
 100° 
Taha Syed
Engulfing myself in flames
I took of to pheonix's height,
Don't know how long I'll last
May great God give me might,
I befriended a graceful cenotaur
Ran into heart kingdom's fight,
Don't know where I will stop
May great God give me might,
I'll imprison the feelings of hate
Scorch it completely in fright,
Transform it into affection
May great God give me might,
Regret, No I don't
Just wanna be a poet bright,
Crush myself in fondness
May great God give me might.
I just want Happiness
 100° 
S R Mats
At times the
Abscess of my mind
Must be drained.
For, yes, at times
I feel quite insane.

Pin to paper,
I must you lay down
A lot of stinkers
Before I can write
A masterpiece,

And let the ooze out.
 98° 
Philip Salt
I have undone your work
That I see
But I am undone
That I feel
What is to be done?
That I ask
 96° 
Robert Oliva
BEAUTY in SURRENDER
Shaking out tensions , I exhale ,Drifting now with shuttered eyes, In mere seconds appears my prize    Her beauty postures a Truth  unmatched , she reaches out from the peaceful vision in my mind
A gentle touch, indelibly attached In reality and in dream , My soul now joyous in a forever bond captured by her Love Supreme.
Bobby O
 93° 
JoJo Nguyen
The morn comes too soon

Ciao!

Running hard
to be on time

Time enough
for a long
good bye

Forest running
to see the trees

Ferris of them
all on our day
Off

Snow points
to a hooded figure
on the Weather
Channel

"Ha condotto lo spettacolo"

was my only line
It took days
to learn it

Ciao.

+
 92° 
Tafuta Atarashī
Between rest and peace
I slip.
The memories of you drip
(Sweat between your thighs)
into my dreams, and ink
the effervescent sighs
of my soul with the colour
of you.
i know i hurt you,
im sorry,
dont worry,
i will hurt myself more.
 89° 
Ambar Martin
Tal vez sea imposible no amarte, imposible no quererte luego de que hayas demostrado ser una persona que también siente.
Imposible no caer ante esa sonrisa que nubla mi razón. Inevitable no mirar tus bonitos ojos que brillan y llenan mi corazón.
No me olvido de tus cachetes regordetes, tan rosados y
tan sobresalientes, similares a dos perlas resplandecientes.
Tal vez te amo por tu dulce voz al cantar o tus delicados movimientos al bailar que recuerdan a olas del mar bajo el alba. Quizás por tus palabras que llegan a simular un abrazo a mi alma.
Es increíble todo lo que causas en mí con solo existir. Es verdaderamente impresionante que sea imposible no amarte.
Dedicado a una persona especial por su cumpleaños ;)
 84° 
Zywa
The further I am

travelling, the less I know --


actually know.
"Tao Te Ching" #47 (ca. 300 BC)

Song "The Inner Light" (1968, George Harrison & The Beatles)

Collection "Glimpsed"
 68° 
Amanda Kay Burke
You had me in boxes stashed under your bed
Understanding I was locked away
Didn't want to let me inside your head
To own more than each passing day
You kept out of danger
Towered over to protect
Waiting
Crawling somewhere stranger
Prey limping with a broken neck
But that wasn't intention
Comes at the darkest part of night
Unrelenting unforgiving tention
Never saw before in my sight
Dragging heavy eyes along bathroom tile
I can't pull them away
You and I wrapped in compulsion we compile
Here I am heart on display
Written 11-10-18
 68° 
Druzzayne Rika
I give away the negativity in me
it's like all electrons released from me
So much hatred consumed by me
my tension lines, a permanent mark
all given away back to universe
Now with the breath I take
it's like a serene change in the weather
soothing winds coming, blowing my shoulder
now I am imprisoned no more by my mind
I see things as they are, the bits of beauty in nature
When I check inwards, with eyes closed
inhaling and exhaling, the essentials in living
I swim across like an observer
discovering the inner valleys of the soul
Clearly making ways to the bright light
the eternal source of delight
it's like walking towards it is the only goal.
Far away, I see a man
Standing tall on rocks of sand.
Careful not to move or breathe.
Fearful of what may break beneath.

He sees me, too,
Wading in a pool of blue.
Here I have stood for years,
Now tired from all of my fears.

The water whispers my name,
Saying I am not to blame.
She offers me rest.
And lulls me to take one last breath.

But the man warns me to keep my head above,
Warning me of the devil’s dove.
If I die, so will he; even now, we totter
Scared, I may drown in three feet of water.
 54° 
Lexington Warner
you
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things
bloom

you
no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

you
not an ocean but
a stream softly
babbling
and rescuing
us,
the lonely
the lost

you
not forever
but tragically
temporary
and every
moment
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
loving
you
One moment in your eyes
and suddenly I find tranquility,      
again...
In a flash the memory returns
of who we used to be.
One threescore year and ten
each second is relived.  
In a single flash of smile,  
the world is ours again.
One moment you are in my presence,  
and the next we part like a last Amen!

It is your heart that keeps me young,
time and time again
time and time again
time and time again !
 52° 
Erwinism
Not long ago
the twilight called you into her arms;
into to the depths of the unknown,
left your name in the care of this world
sweetest sound that leapt from your mother’s lips
and ours.
The tides where you are is unperturbed
by the mortal wind,
and in the clouds a garden sprawls
and thrives at the tip of its universe.
We can only imagine.
If such letter scribbled here shines a light; if our candles burn
may you find it a star in the night.


You are no more,
no more to share this borrowed life;
no more treading in the stream of time;
no more but with me still, stirring yet ever still,
shattered heart never heals.
as the last rays of the sun through the window of your room dim,
Your soul is lit up in our dreams,
as though a candle that eternally burns,
I bid time, return
for you my father had taken flight,
silence lingers in restless nights,
where you be, you be
for we shall have our time,
to reflect on this life; the endless sea
for too, shall we; in the crossroads meet the end of our journey: an inevitable destiny
and where you be, we be.
 52° 
Renjispoetry
Sleep deprived how can I forget my promised bride.

Wish you were never my light or not to shine that bright.

Better I deserve so I wish I could rewind.

Now I regret everything in you that I admired.
 52° 
MetaVerse
°

     summer sunlight
on a white wall moving more slowly
      than spreading ice


 48° 
Mario Benedetti
Vamos mengana a usar la maravilla
esa vislumbre que no tiene dueño
afila tu delirio / arma tu sueño
en tanto yo te espero en la otra orilla
si somos lo mejor de los peores
gastemos nuestro poco albedrio
recupera tu cuerpo / hacelo mío
que yo lo aceptare de mil amores
y ya que estamos todos en capilla
y dondequiera el mundo se equivoca
aprendamos la vida boca a boca
y usemos de una vez la maravilla.
 48° 
silvervi
Drastically decided to make getting up at 7 am my new routine.
Self-compassion made me agree on giving myself 7 days to reach this.
Self-compassion also stopped me from planning any further agreements so that I can focus on only one for now.
This feels not overwhelming for a change.
This feels like I am giving myself the time I deserve.
Thank you, self-compassion!
This is from today. A glimpse into how I combine self-compassion with goals.
We'll see if it works out. :)
Long time 
No, see how you 
Be good and nice, that's all.
Do one good deed a day, happy 
You'll be
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