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 Dec 2024 Foogle
Noelle
i don't dog-ear the pages of my books
because i really hate the way it looks
pages are meant to be read and not bent
i could never bring myself to do it.
until i came across your poetry
that changed my life into a love story
you were chapter books and vintage music
you had a hair brush; you never used it
i found poems you wrote on gum wrappers
all for me, my very own love letters
but every act ends so you left stage right
and left all your poems for me to find
we may have both moved on but we once cared
i even dog-eared the chapter we shared
i bent the pages of my book for you
because that's what people like you do.
 Dec 2024 Foogle
Zazu
I keep feeling
Like I’m supposed to be waiting for something
Like I forgot to call someone
Or reply to a text
Like I have to say good night to someone
Perhaps I forgot to say good morning

But I haven’t talked to anyone
And there’s nothing I needed to do
Yet every time that feeling comes back
I think it’s because of you
 Dec 2024 Foogle
Noelle
meant to be
 Dec 2024 Foogle
Noelle
and what if your name is made to make my heart race
but what if it is meant to stop racing one day?
what if you are meant to make me smile
but only for a little while?
are you meant to drown in my blue eyes
but then miraculously survive?
we are meant to kiss but only for so long
when will your hand in mine feel wrong?
and i know we are meant to be lovers
but love isn't simply enough for forever
we would inspire writers and become legendary
but too often legends are temporary
what if we are meant to last?
what if you are my future, present, and past?
maybe it will work through God alone
maybe your eyes will be the ones our kids know
maybe we are in love and we'll stay in love
maybe loving each other will be enough.
when it's going so right it has to be wrong.
 Dec 2024 Foogle
Synnove Carvalho
Imagine being so wide with the mind but being so narrowed with words

- Just a suitable description of him
 Dec 2024 Foogle
Lumin Guerrero
when I die
I will decompose
and be made
into something alive

I am living
made out of
decomposed bits
of dead things.

is anything ever really dead?
is anything ever really alive?

I don't know.

but my heart beats
and the earth breathes
just the same.
silly thoughts
 Dec 2024 Foogle
Lumin Guerrero
Words used in poems
Are simply common language
Shaped into art

— The End —