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Nik Bland Feb 2020
Fragments of frozen rain
The falling snow
Graces your nose
Graces windowpanes
And there you are
As if pictures framed
A piece of scripture
So I know your God breathe’d
So in summer I feel your glow
Your warmth
The heat at 10 degrees
And you just try to push on
Which is so special to me
And you don’t belong to me
Yet you warm my soul, you see
Chicken soup to the malady
Of winter days
I’d wish you to stay always

Knowing you have to leave...
...you don’t belong to me
Brando Feb 2020
I’m teaching myself how to breath
I’d almost forgotten since for the last year you were both my lungs and the fresh air
You gave me wings to fly
But you cut them off at the first sign of trouble
Blood and feathers spread on the pavement
You bashed my soul in and cut all our ties
Every chance you got, you made broken promises
Of love and forever and future
Well **** your promises
And **** your love
I worked hard to tolerate your pain and your naïve-ness
I kept a roof over my own head
You were not my home
My heart may have longed for a place to belong but it was not looking for lies and deceit
You told me you were happy
That what we were doing was going to be forever
A love like no other
Until you torn us apart and ripped me from your life
It looks like I never existed
Like I never dedicated my heart, soul, and mind to you
My love and my lust
Your room barren of the promises I made
The imprint of my body where I once slept next to you, still visible to the naked eye
Who was I to you?
Did I even matter?
If I truly mattered like you sang to me night and night again
Then you wouldn’t have left me for dead
I would still have my wings and my heart
But here I am, barely holding on
All I have is the hope that one day you’ll see how much you mean to me
How I would move mountains and slay dragons for you love
Even though I hate you and wish plagues on you
There is no one else for me
No one else who I want to share my love and light with
No one but you
So my thoughts fluctuate from hour to hour. one second I hate him the next I can't live without him. you can see how my thoughts began to shift and then ultimately the truth is longing.
Iggy Chuck Jan 2020
Despite the infinity of stars
in these nights skies,
the ones that I want to see 
are those of your eyes

And even though you're not here,
every beat of my heart bears your name,
every wish whispered to the moon involves you

I want to shout to the world 
how much I love you
until I lose my breath, 
until my sanity is questioned

And if that's madness,
I’m not afraid to say
I’m madly in love with you.
John McCafferty Jan 2020
The girl in the dream will never be seen
An immovable force hides my true self away
Sitting beside her, alone and astray

Our eyes meet, the curtains close
Words from the head jumble into an
inaudible breath
Shadow self weeps not feeling complete

I'm for her if she is for me
No outlet, pathway or key
Just ask her aloud if she's free?
Nothing flows out as I try to connect
but wasted words left for the dead

Words come from thoughts and
actions from words
My thoughts will never be heard
She's the girl from the dream but
will never be seen
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Susana Jan 2020
I held my breath
for a second, The clouds stopped
running as if there was a small hole in  time, Just for me to rest my
mind, Just for Me to stop The pulse,
Just for Me to
feel alive
Dennis Hernandez Jan 2020
And to think the word that left us

Was ever our own, ever ours, it becomes.



Words grip the iron teeth



What mawkish

We caress,

Projecting enmity

On false enemies.



The movement of the mouth

Makes no ideas

But the air speaks

To shut us up.



My breath

Smudged in writing

Lies dying

On a paper



And of this Dwindling

Fluid in escape,

Evaporating into the

Wind of our breath,

The breath of our word,

A word is not yet spoken,

For it forever dwindles.
Clarity is the thing that I need,
And somehow it keeps running away from me,
It doesn't matter how many of your texts I read,
It still confuses me,

Furthermore, I go outside when I feel the need,
I let the rain fall upon my skin,
But I’m not wet,
Why the **** do I always overreact?!
Like I would have a chain around my neck!

Breath...

That's what I tell myself,
But how can it calm me down,
When the rain that is supposed to be wet,
Is dry when I think about how we met.
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