Oct 13 nobyelse
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
nobyelse Jan 28
here comes the pile
walking down the hall
shuffles, pauses
one pushes a button
door opens
eight stepped in
door closes
five pushed buttons
breathe in
count to ten
breathe out
long silence
door opens
step out
  Dec 2017 nobyelse
You'll meet again
And he'll keep you at arms length
Making sure you're not too close to his heart
But not too far from his touch
Tell you words you've melted for before
But words that, for you, he'd never felt at all
  Nov 2017 nobyelse
Kaylee H
So, what are we? Can we share a bond?
A bond that can be strong
Through any situation
Even if you or i may be gone?

Time has slipped past me
As i am in your presence and glory
You have set my wonders free
And i wonder if this 'we' can be..?

Memories you have made
I hold on tight hoping for it to not fade
The thought of you here is my jade
But you leaving would make me afraid

Your impression on me isnt hard to find
Encrypted in my mind
Of all the times you were caring and kind
Just rewind

Can you see that you mean so much to me?
So, what are we?
  Nov 2017 nobyelse
S Olson
We are elaborate animals made of wood
earth, flowing like water into the veins
of the sky.

The sun being a fist of lava, and the night
being an enticing molar—we are
a succession of tides, being swallowed
by successions of day; and how beautifully
we wilt in the presence of joy.

The moon may be nothing
but a luminous

and to eat the poetry of it
is how one chokes
on love

but the romance of morning
is that if by midnight
you are alive, that is joy.
nobyelse Nov 2017

City lights.

Hidden smiles.
nobyelse Nov 2017
and then I asked you,
"What's your biggest fear?"

you gave me a quivering sigh,
looked at me straight in the eyes
and said,

"It's that eventually, you will see me
the way I see myself."
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