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 Mar 2018 Michael
freakysmind
pieces
 Mar 2018 Michael
freakysmind
My heart beats for love and peace
But when the peace is in pieces
The love just drifts away
We grasp on to them so tightly
We try and make them stay
But somebody doesn't like them and takes them all away
 Mar 2018 Michael
alexa
you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
 Mar 2018 Michael
Sharon Knipe
I am grieving for a ghost without a grave,
His self is still surviving but his soul I could not save.
My medicine is the memories in my mind,
They weigh me down with worries, what ifs and whys.

Awhile after he left I hadn’t the need to fall nervous of the night,
Before it’s coldness cruelly cut my courage like a knife.
Gentle gravity, I grasped hold for anything he gave,
But he lacked the love, leaving me only with his lusting lave.

Yes, I know I should’ve walked into a colour without a shade,
This abuse approached me like abstract art arrayed.
Obviously these stars in the night will always outlive me and wring me out to die,
But I’m not going to let them get to me, no not this time.
nonexistent
 Mar 2018 Michael
Peter Balkus
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
 Mar 2018 Michael
Jasleen kalra
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
 Mar 2018 Michael
Monica
i will kick up rocks and wander to the river
to get a glimpse of you again
and when i get there
i’ll close my eyes and listen as
the water trickles a distant memory
and when i gaze at my reflection
streaks of blonde and cloudy eyes gaze back from the deep
and i see what could be you looking up at me
all the colors run together
like the purple sky floating above
it is beautiful and sad, as is your memory
my throat tightens telling me
to take a few steps back
to take a breath for you and for me
how i wish love could have set you free
these pieces of us
i want to float down the river
like sticks we’d race on the current
anticipating their departure
i want to rest my tired hands in the cold water
but my clenched fists hold you close
and keep me coming back
to this creek in the woods
that reminds me of you
because i am not yet ready
to let you drift on through
so, when i’m drawn to try again
i'll look for you by the mountain's side
on a warm summer night
until then
 Mar 2018 Michael
Kim
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
 Mar 2018 Michael
empty seas
My name
 Mar 2018 Michael
empty seas
I wish that
someday
somebody finds a reason
to say my name
with so much glee
that it makes my heart sing
and maybe then
I'll
feel a little
more whole
This is an old one I finally feel confident enough to post
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