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The days are long
the years are short
as eternity
—whistles a tune

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Just slide the blade already
You're already killing me
Is it that you enjoy visual agony,
Carving up your trophy,
Watching the tragedy?
Maybe the key to your kink is "slowly"
Like you don't want to catch up with destiny
But can't pull yourself away from the debauchery

©2024
 Sep 21 Clare Coffey
Caden
close your eyes babe
what do you see?
a starry night or a porcelain sky?
is it the shade of navy you love?
i closed my eyes and i saw the world grabbing me gently, pulling me tight and close,
while it whispers sweet nothing in my ear
i envision a love that is endless,
a heart so large that it overflows,
and a passion that even fruits envy.
so tell me darling,
have you a dream to sell me?
 Sep 12 Clare Coffey
Àŧùl
A door is a door,
Whether you adore it for it's made by a doer.
Keep procrastinating and let the defect stay,
or get it replaced.
A poem about a misfit door.

My HP Poem #1984
©Atul Kaushal
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
real flower hurts alone.
Too much fury
Forgot to tell the jury
This ain't a fair fight
In the dawn of night.

Alone in the cold
Felt my bones getting old
Might've given up
Forgive me,
I let it all in the hands of
God.
 Sep 12 Clare Coffey
Beans
what do you think of when I say flood?
gushing water breaking through a dam?
overtaking things not meant to be wet?
the land below wave more than just sand?
well it did feel like that.
held my cup of unused tears
held them back; i can’t cry
not in a million years
but as i went to press a button
not important of any sort
i held the cup in one hand
and with the same i pressed my floor
then it happened.
nothing then all at once.
my cup tipped over and a few tears
spilt in a little pearly bunch
they pattered onto marble
floor of the white lift
oh no now they know
the walls know i slipped
it wasn't on purpose
but they’ll say its a lie
i have to run
no time to say goodbye.
inspired by my friend, who didn't mean to cry in class but her bottle was just too packed.
 Sep 12 Clare Coffey
S G
Your kindness feels illicit
Like an intimate brush of fingertips
Your smile touches my soul
Like a kiss to the corner of my mouth
Your presence heats my dreams
Like a moment stolen in the darkness
And your praise lays me bare
So there is nothing and everything between us
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