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 Jan 2018 Florivee
Lu
defeated
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Lu
I'm standing face to face

with the demon from my past

...

all i can do stare it straight in the eyes
.
it stares back
.

this is the final test
-
to see if i have overcome
what i use to fear so strongly

-
it tilts its head
,
thats when the flash backs begin


they spin

- continuously -

around
in the back of my mind


for a second
i think ill crumble

but i resist

something inside me is stronger
braver
more fearless than before
...
i can feel the motivation build up inside me
...

the demon begins to fade
,
slowly at first
then all at once

-
and i feel free

and lighter

and happier
...
i feel undaunted


i feel new
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Àŧùl
No, I don't understand her...
Who was Helen of Troy...
Who exactly Helen was...
Or what was Troy...
An ancient Greek city...
Was Helen a citizen of that city?
Or maybe she was not...

They also mention Troy to be a Hero...
A Hero from Greece...
Was Helen of Troy a bacteria then!?!
Did she live inside Troy's bowels!?!
So unique!
They fought over a bacteria!
Killed so many for a bacteria then!
My HP Poem #1696
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Aflaha
Naivety
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Aflaha
He was like the darkness where she could finally see everything clearly. With her mind completely free of doubt, her feet trusted her to walk with eyes closed. In that moment, she could feel the vastness of his being and the naivety of his love for her, like pearls delicately balanced on the wings of a butterfly. One flutter, they would shatter to the ground yet so perfectly beautiful in that moment, you wouldn't dare disturb it nor could you take your eyes off it
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Annete
addiction.
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Annete
I leaned back
And started falling
Into the haze
Of your scent,
Absorbing the *****
From your fingertips,
Saturating from your
Deep brown eyes.


It only takes seconds
But feels forever,
I bite my lip
As you watch me land
On your white bed sheets.
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Kimberly
Intimacy
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Kimberly
You love my light, but can you embrace my darkness?
My madness, my neurosis, my insecurities?
You love my laugh, but can you love my tears and my scars and my pain as deeply as you love my joy?
You're willing to bask in my glistening iridescent infinite divine red aura splattered in gold tones...but will you be there when I'm unable to lift myself from the abyss of my ever churning, ever condemning, overthinking mind?
You want to celebrate my successes, but are you willing not to be overly critical of my failed attempts?
Are you willing to encourage me and believe in me when I can't do it for myself?
I'm simultaneously
happy and sad,
hot and cold,
unfettered and bound,
knowing and ignorant,
open and closed,
sure and unsure,
deep and shallow,
obsessed and unconcerned
...can you handle that?
Can you handle me?
Is it too dizzying of a realization that every part of me has a deep opposing counterpart?
Will you stay?
Will you leave? If so- I've just given you permission to do whatever you feel that you need...

You can't have my light without my darkness. You can't have my joy and discard my pain. You can't have my sanity without my insanity. You can't gather the things that you like and discard the ugly parts, further fragmenting my already fragmented soul...

Every part of me longs to feel the warmth of the sun
Every part of me longs to shown off like a most prized possession
Every part of me longs to be nurtured and cared for and protected and validated
Not by everyone- but by YOU
I don't need them. I just need you
Every part of me longs to be seen by you
felt by
loved by
You.

Every. Part.

See my heart, ******* thoughts, feel the colors of my memories

Into me see

Intimacy

~KiCo!
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Coob
Decibels
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Coob
Every morning he woke up minutes before she did and would listen to the low hum of every breath exiting her nose.
She would flip from her side to her back and the beige covers rustled like dry autumn leaves.
She would moan as she stretched with her arms outwards, fists balled, and her legs high up in the air.
Then, she would turn to him, whisper sweet nothings, and swing her body towards the side of the bed.
The sound of her light feet pattering on the wood floor always made him laugh.

But now his house is haunted.

The walls seem to murmur intrusive thoughts into his head.
The floor rattles beneath his feet like a snake giving a warning.
The glass shakes in the window panes at any slight breeze, mimicking gunfire.
The water from his sink gushed from the faucet with such great speed that it rung against the white hollow porcelain.

She wasn't there anymore.
There's poetry in broken hearts.
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Rohan P
moonset
 Jan 2018 Florivee
Rohan P
unnoticed,
a silvery sliver,
you fade into our shadows,
and descend into our tears.
 Jan 2018 Florivee
lex
candle
 Jan 2018 Florivee
lex
think of yourself
like a
candle.
even
if you
go out,
your scent
will
linger
for a
long time.
inspired by a lingering candle scent.
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