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 Jun 21 Aparna
Kalliope
The first thing I've ever compared you to
Was fireflies on a summer night
Lighting up the darkness
That I was surrounded in

It's a summer night
I'm in a dark place
Why is there a firefly
In my living room?
At this point the universe is ******* with me
And I'm sobbing to a bug in my house,
Probably traumatizing a lightning bug
 Jun 21 Aparna
Pri
I bite
 Jun 21 Aparna
Pri
I bite.
Not with teeth.
with silence,
with sharp glances,
with walls built higher than your reach.

I’m not cruel.
I’m just tired
of being kind first
and torn apart second.

You call it attitude.
I call it armor.
Because being soft
never saved me.
It only made the fall hurt more.

So I speak less now.
Agree less.
Trust less.
I pull away before someone has the chance
to walk out first.

It’s not that I don’t want love.
I’ve learned that even “I care about you”
can come with conditions.
Even soft hands
can leave bruises
you can’t see.

I bite
because once,
I didn’t.
And it nearly broke me.
(inspired by Isle of Dogs)
 Jun 21 Aparna
Lyle
you, me, us
 Jun 21 Aparna
Lyle
foot on the gas
engine roaring and humming
music blaring
you, in the passenger seat
my hands gripping the wheel
us, singing at the top of our lungs
"I'm sad in Carolinaaaa"
you, playing the air guitar
me, nodding my head to the bass
us united, a team again
you, looking happy once more
me, sad but singing along anyway
because I just like you happy
and I don't know when I'll get another chance
to see it again
 Jun 2024 Aparna
angelique
I sink into the ridges of the cedar table – the last piece of furniture my mother bought for this cottage.

A table that was once home to pairs of reading-glasses and piles of books, coffee mugs and scattered paintbrushes; a table where poetry was read and written in amber candlelight, where ideas were discussed and colours were mixed - memories that now hazily linger in leftover words and shards of conversations.

Outside, fire-nettles and blackberries twine over garden beds and over the collapsed bird-bath. Windows heave under layers of vines and floating rust.

The little cottage is home to many memories that are still aglow. Memories that are held up by loving hands of cedar and cement and terracotta, held up by the books and artworks that line the insides.

It breathes, and so do I.
It sighs, and so do I.
It remembers, and so do I.
i feel a deep connection to this place, for it is alive with memory.
 Jun 2024 Aparna
angelique
poetry
a universal language
a feeling and a belief
a voice for the voiceless
a mirror for humanity

messages tangled in
silken webs of thoughts
sometimes intangible
sometimes whole
thoughts that mesh with words
lilting soft
sudden deep cut

poetry
a mind heart and soul
a safe escape
in tapestries of messages and words
it is the stuff dreams are made of
tonight's inspirations:

"we are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep" - prospero, the tempest, act iv, scene one, 148-158.

"is this the stuff dreams are made of..." - line from one of my all-time favourite songs, 'second skin' by the chameleons.
 Jun 2024 Aparna
angelique
lovers pouring in
traffic ebbs and flows
drowning in this sea
you would never suppose

it all seems like such a waste
one brief life one brief taste
vaporous faces drift on by
float on and upwards
through the wounded sky

oh i remember the caress of time
the crash of the waves
fingers all feathered and divine
glistening oblivion in salty blue caves

and you still look on
from long ago
head full of serpents
heart full of stone
a neverending dream...
 Jun 2024 Aparna
rishita
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 Jun 2024 Aparna
rishita
And it's always okay to let go of things, people and feelings , if they try to overpower you .

Eventually in the end ,the end will always be peaceful and like the way you always wanted.
The peace is within but without having anything.
 Jun 2024 Aparna
nivek
responsibility for all of ones actions
is an excellent start in understanding
no-one gets a free pass.
 Sep 2023 Aparna
nivek
Seeds to winds
Summers end.

Autumn calls;
songs to sing.
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