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Each day a new dream to dream
A new sky to live under
Another hope to gleam
Birds gliding in-between the subtlety of our minds
 Apr 2019
Kurt Philip Behm
Painting with words,
Sculpting with phrases,
Singing the moments away

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
 Apr 2019
JaxSpade
Let me crawl under your eyes
Wrap me in your lids
And lock your lashes

I had to dive inside
Because you hypnotized
My reaction
And I apologize for the splashes
But I was covered in magic
And now I'm deep inside your blue

I'm floating in your glass pool
Is that you staring
Because I'm cool
If you're daring me too

Let me crawl under your eyes
So I can live inside
And stop your tears drool

Lock your lashes
Wrap me in your lids
And close
I'm inside your eyes
Sight
Doing my backstroke

Let me crawl under your eyes
And drown
 Apr 2019
Jackie Mead
Young love, holding hands
Swimming in the surf, walking on the sands

Young love, sweetly kiss
Life is a blast, full of promise

Young love, dancing at night
In each others arms, holding each other tight

Young love , declaring their future
Baring their souls, whispering to each other

Young love , full of romance
Living life, taking every chance

Young love, open and true
Standing in front of each other, vowing "I do"

Young love, starting out with a plan
To be together forever and build their own large clan

Young love, becomes mature
Still walking on sands talking of the future
 Apr 2019
Jack Jenkins
a year
in its entirety
since my heart
turned to glass
burned
like a silver comet
plummeting
to drown in the sea
sunk to the depths
lost
as if it were a message
placed in a bottle
it's gone
just a shadow of what was
a single vein
a string
nothing more
just numbered days
that i should have let go of
a long time ago...
//On ex girlfriend//
I found this buried in my drafts from over a year ago. Figured might as well post it even though it is old.
 Apr 2019
Hadrian Veska
In dreams, I've heard a prince did go
From where he came now sunk below
And never since has he been seen

They say that he was the last of his line
A king soon to be and will yet in time
But that was a long time ago

Since those times have all men strayed
The woven tapestry of history frayed
With no noticeable end in sight

Yet some hold out hope for that absent king
To be borne back to us in those mighty wings
That so long ago carried him away

To that city on the edge of day
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