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Flowerwithabrain Jan 2020
I'm a block from your house

We could be talking

Laughing

Playing

But your busy

I get it
mjad Jan 2020
I put the keys into ignition and slide my hand over the wheel
I feel the leather under my fingers and rev the engines ready steel
I drive and park you where I know that you'll be safe

But
I know you go home with someone else
All I am is the valet
sometimes we care for people that are not ours, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't want the best for them
Colm Dec 2019
Close
Far
Warm breath
Cold air burning beneath southern stars

Quiet
Noise
A comforting voice
In ears at last a presence being, my present
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Ithaca Dec 2019
She wants to feel again
What I have never felt.

She wants to see again
What I had thought unreal.

I want to fade to black
But don’t want her to cry.

We are a couple birds
Slowly falling from the sky.
For you, am I just
Emily Dec 2019
i dream far too much about the galaxy.
long to float through a sky,
void of problems and cares.
caress the moon with a gentle hand,
and thank him for getting me through the long nights.
i want to shine as bright as the stars,
inspire all of the people below.
dance along the milky way,
and make friends with a shooting star.

let her carry me into the next world.
Poet X Nov 2019
your teaching me
exactly how to hate myself
and with each flaw of mine you
point out I fantasize over
the lack of yours
so maybe I shouldn’t be falling for you
I definitely shouldn’t be falling for you
I shouldn’t, but I am.
Dreamscapes clenched in winter’s frozen grip.
Through which, with futility
Yet faithfully,
We slip.
Down from the heavens —
Down;
Amongst
Ablazed
Aerial
Aurorae.
A hopeless pair of snowflakes
Amongst a
Frosty
Frigid
Foray.
Perching on a wind gust:
Two
Scintillating
Snow-stars
Searching
For union in uniqueness,
But becoming
Lost
Looking
Lurching.

Our masks are many —
The cold chases us between characters.
Dreaming that your selves and mine,
Together,
Draw a starkly striking caricature.

Is it hopeless yet to ask
Whether in us we will find felicity?
Is there hope left in the dream
Of a snowy synchronicity?
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