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  Jul 2020 chris
erin
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
chris Jul 2020
many choose to draw a distinction
between the natural world and the world
humanity creates for itself

but to separate ourselves from nature
is to deny responsibility for its wellbeing.

we do so at our own peril.
  Jun 2020 chris
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
  Jun 2020 chris
Alexa Gaskill
i always wonder why people leave
but it’s because they can’t take the weight of my love

every time someone new comes along  
i give them my whole heart
and they aren’t able to carry it
so they drop it

now i’m heartless and out of love
chris Jun 2020
He sat there, trying to figure out what to do next. The sound of the raindrops on his window reminded him of a better time, a time when he was in love. He opened his window allowing a soft breeze to blow in. He closed his eyes, and went back to that day.
   It was a warm summer night, and although a dark cloud of rain hung over the entire city, he knew it was going to be a magical night. He entered the ballroom, and as if by magic, he saw her. She was the most beautiful being he had ever seen.
   Of course, being 18 and sent to Paris from America didn't help his case at all. His father had told him that he was a man now and he needed to start a life of his own. Moving to Paris was a huge leap, but he didn't see a life for himself in America.
   He was hesitant to even approach such a gorgeous creature, when suddenly, she walked over to greet him first. They exchanged friendly banter, with him constantly fiddling with his shirt sleeve out of anxiousness, and before he knew it, he was waltzing with the woman of his dreams.
   Suddenly a gust of wind knocked over a picture frame and jolted him out of his fantasy. He got up, shut the window, and walked over to the fallen frame. He picked up the picture and let out a sad laugh. They looked miserable in this picture, but only because they had to sit for so long for it to be taken. He sat down with the frame still in his hand, and let out a sigh.
   The past year of his life was an emotional blur. He could recall bits and pieces, but could never remember the whole story. Countless nights filled with passion and romance, a bond for life that could never be broken. But then he remembered. The love of his life was had left him.
   Every time he closed his eyes he swore he saw a fleeting glimpse of her face, but he knew that it wasn't real.
   He snapped back to reality and grabbed his jacket before heading out the door.
   The rain was falling much harder now, but that couldn't stop him from going to see his love again. He stopped by a flower stand and bought a single rose, and continued on his way.
   He searched for nearly an hour when he finally spotted her. He ran across the path, nearly slipping on almost every puddle, to get to her. When he was finally standing in front of her, he smiled with tears in his eyes, before starting with "hello, my love". He blinked the tears from his eyes and continued. "I know it's been nearly a year since you left, but I just can't bring myself to get over you. I told you that'd I'd love you till the end, and that was a promise." He kneeled down in front of her. "I know that you didn't choose to go, but I can't help but think what the rest of my life would've been like with you. I still love you, dear, and I plan to love you until the day that I die." He placed the rose near the headstone in front of him. "Until next time, my love, goodbye"
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