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 Jul 16
Oscar Rose Drake
I held a pale limb outstretched
Hoping another would grasp it
I'm afraid my blood refuses to take itself
To my fingertips with any regularity
Too viscous and uncaring
I wish the depressed thoughts would stop
Turning memories to sludge weighing heavy
On my mind a million topics run to nowhere
Only echoes uttered, a hollow reverberance
To keep my skeleton company
 Jul 16
Maria
Love for me is a gift,
Heaven bestowed.
It’s a rushing waterfall,
The amazing desired award.

Love for me is happiness,
Which is forever appeased.
And if you get it suddenly,
Please, don’t ever miss it.

Love for me is an evening,
Where candles are burning and nobody…
You’re gently stroking my hand and whispering
Something solely for me.

Love for me is the world,
Where’re both of us - me and you!
My photo is in your phone screen.
My darling, how I love you!
This poem is about real tender love! Thank you for reading it!💖
 Jul 15
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9 years ago
You could have given me a pen
And I would have written a hundred words
All about longing and sorrow

Now
All I hold are crayons
Given to me by a toddler
Who looks exactly like the person I love the most
Coloring endlessly
Talking about dolphins and rainbows

Oh how good life has gotten
 Jul 14
Agnes de Lods
I come at three in the morning
I gaze at your tired, aching body
There were once strong muscles
protecting those you loved
from the cold
from the painful
flow of things

People are beautiful beings
meant
to exist
meant
to go away

Don’t be afraid
It is I who take your breath
when the time stops
I will take all of you
leaving them the body
so they could return it
to the ground
at the beginning
of a new life

I am here
I embrace tenderly
without dogma
without future
with silence
in stillness
with
unconditional
love
 Jul 14
irinia
you light a match
the flame forgets
I close my eyes
echoes pass through us
I can't tell, is it
a mirror or a door
we are suspended in shapes
that keep on crying
 Jul 13
Yashkrit Ray
Sky painted in red
Yellow patches – warmth around
Broken but that light............
 Jul 11
Joshua Phelps
i don’t know
why i allow
you to step
into my life.

i’ve fought
so long
for peace—

you walk right in
like you’ve got
the right.

you got me
feeling stuck
in place.
i waived the flag,
called a truce—

but instead of
stillness,
you chose
the chase.

what do you want,
anyway?

i spent so long
trying to figure it out—

but it’s still
the same lines
on a different day.

i don’t know
why i let you
circle back
again,

when all you do
is skirt the truth
and keep me
in your game.
Some people keep stepping in and out of your life like it’s a revolving door, never giving answers—just echoes. I wrote this piece from the heart, tired of the repetition, tired of the silence, and finally needing something real. Inspired by Stand Atlantic’s “Love U Anyway,” this poem is my voice in the static. If you've ever waited too long for someone to make up their mind, this is for you.
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