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It's been one of those days.
I'm craving your smooth oak taste.
You know exactly how to calm me down.
Help me cope with anything thrown my way.
As soon as you touch my lips, I feel at ease.
And once you're inside me, I can breathe.
Every night with you is a pure cathartic release.
That's why I keep you stocked so you'll always be ready and waiting for me.
Katelyn Billat Feb 2018
Orange faded into a dull blue
In the winter sky.
Behind the houses,
It blazed bright
Only visible on the
Very tops of trees.
It looked as though
The end of the branches,
Reaching towards the sky,
Were on fire.
The iced twigs glowed
With a vibrant orange
Setting the neighborhood
On fire,
And my mind ablaze.
Nicole Eden Feb 2018
"i miss those desert drives from the passenger side"
the music is a faint echo behind the voice of your laughter
yet you are always listening
you grab my hand and place it on the wheel
you tell me to steer from the passenger side
and its 1 am but it feels like infinite time
i could drive hours in the night with you and feel pure bliss
until the moment i step out of your car
i am hit with realization and unbelievable emotion
you drop me off with a hug and an i love you
but the second i walk away i have this urge to cry
because you remind me what love feels like
and yet i wonder how you would define our love
cause i know i would define it as a secret buried in the passenger side of your car
only to be discovered in a moment of pure bliss alone with you
i think i am falling in love with you
Amanda Feb 2018
Barely warm tea leaves
brew with a blissful wonder,
reminds me of love.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
On 13th Feb, I asked,
“would you mind if I write about you tonight?”

Silent, she was.

Once again,
“I will write words as beautiful as you”, I said.
Her silence answered,

It doesn’t exists.
Theme: Silence hears, the same silence answers, Irony it’s only me who understand. Then, nothing matters.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
DNA of  a Dream  
No end, and no beginning
  
Illustrious bliss.
Genre: Abstract
jas Feb 2018
the rush of the music blaring from the speakers
waves traveling through the air and down my spine
giving me goose bumps as the build of the sound intensifies
feeling it inside me
hold my breath for just a second
releasing into a pure joyous dance
my body in sync with the rhythm of the beat
peace of mind within harmony
music is another art I indulge in next to writing.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Stitch in a Clock
Nostalgic memory
Hopeful sky,
Dance with a glare of light
A perception of beauty
Spiritual sense of blissful growth
Lost over a cosmic delight

Silence, cease to be a source of noise
With sacred body, Organic birth
Like a mortal life of a dew drop
Realities of our existence
Joy of understanding
Biography of energy flow
Time in harmony.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
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