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Retro Jan 2021
Benjamin...
god that name...
runs through my head all day until I fall asleep and I get to see you in my dreams...
floating through the cosmos...
I don’t know...
just the way we’re alone...
nothing between us....
stardust on your fingertips...
intertwining your fingers...
so close to me...
feels so real...
the way your heartbeat sounds in the dead of space...
the way your warm breath hits my neck...
in the chilling cold of the cosmos...
just... the way you’re there...
feels so real...
we’re so close...
I wake up and...
there it is again... that name...
Benjamin...
I helped chose Atlas as your middle name because an Atlas is a type of map...
and I knew if I ever got lost...
you’d help me find my way....
pull me out of the deep space and back into the galaxy...
vibrant and bright...
you made my black and white perspective bring color in my life...
so amazing... that it makes me... contemplate...
thank you.
brynna Dec 2020
sun through the window,
the beat of your heart
through your white wedding dress,
i trace reflections art
Retro Dec 2020
Oh, the joyous day of our first breath.

Oh, the joyous day of our freedom.

Oh, the joyous day of our first day of understanding.

Oh, the joyous day of our first dreams.

Oh, the saddened day of our first heartbreak.

Oh, the saddened day of our first contemplation.

Oh, the saddened day of our first suffocation.

Oh, the saddened day of our first bad habits.

Oh, the saddened day of our last breath.

Now read it from bottom to top.
brynna Dec 2020
let me lay a kiss upon your temple

count your freckles, soft skin so simple
short one i found in an old journal
Neha Naeem Nov 2020
“Here you go,” he handed me some more grapes. I popped each one into my mouth S he watched me.
“Thanks,” I replied.
“I wanted to ask you out.” I nodded, smirking.
“Right now?” He asked.
“Well there’s no point in asking though is there?” His cheeks flushed, and we were in the back freezer. He smiled, but we didn’t kiss. I rested my head on his shoulder, my whispers were so quiet that not even the angels that sat upon my shoulders heard me.
“I don’t do relationships in professional circumstances.” I told him about Ted, mg best friend.
“It’s okay, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks.”
Again it’s not really poetry. This is just some writing I needed to write. I saw it his scenario in my dream and wrote about it as quickly as I could before it would disappear from my brain.
Traveler Nov 2020
Lighten up
Unfold your dresser
And celebrate
Clothes on the floor
Half open drawers
I dare you to give
Your clothes to the poor

Open your fridge
What’s in the back
That green hairy thing
Growing out of that bag
Let’s leave it there and celebrate
Break out that ice cream and cake

Get some colour outside the lines
Break the patterns that confine
Say something no one else has
With uneven versus
Cut the chorus in half

True creativity awaits outside the rules
Of aestheticism
Pardon me my thoughts always seem to turn into rhymes.

Traveler Tim

PSS Aestheticism a real thing!
Juno Oct 2020
the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.
kind of ironic to write this on a screen.
Retro Oct 2020
But when you force me to make adult decisions that have childish effects...

I find myself dealing with the drugs,
the alcohol, and the cigarettes.
;
Retro Oct 2020
It holds the energy forever.
been awhile. hard to believe it’s been 2 years.
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