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Carlo C Gomez Mar 25
fields of lavender
as far as the eye can see,
in rows of scented purple
growing insatiable idiosyncrasies,
our minds are a rich, deep soil
and the children of our thoughts
run free,

run free
and light,
run free
and careless,
like a river to the sea.

the heart is programmed
to be broken,
to let in the light,
and the earth in us is woken,
our heart will open,
it will open,

when we take in our first
breath of this heaven.
Smile.
I bet your aching gums would want that.
Flowers.
I bet your girl would adore them.
Breathe,
because I know you are dying to again.
evangline Mar 14
He was seething,
but I was finally breathing.

I stood in his shadow for far too long,
mesmerized by his siren song.

I apologized for my words and held my sharp tongue,
while he never did so—I remained overstrung.

I resent myself for having endured so much,
but that's okay, as those were the years of my nascence.

Now, I stand tall in the shadow of my own dignity,
away from the wretched hands of his vanity.

He decays now, murderously slow,
while I relish my freedom forevermore.

He is seething,
I am breathing.
Maria Mar 13
One minute to say “Goodbye”.
No words and no need to think of,
No grief of grudges and no regrets.
It’s the last minute of our love.

Your cold look and measured breathing,
Your silence and breathing ‘in out’ in tune.
Could you and I imagined, my dear,
That we’d end up like this as soon?

The minute is dreadfully long.
It’s like the time completely stops.
We can soothe the heart, freeze the soul,
But we can’t get pardon from love. No hopes.
This is one more story from my past, the story of my pain, my strength,  my great love. Thank you for reading it!
I heard
Winds chime for those
with a tendency to feel things too deeply.
Every time it clanged,
I felt you right here.
Reaching.
I think
I’ve done a poor job
accepting
a need to be loved so completely.
Spinning.
Spinning
to outrun you,
to outrun me,
to climb somewhere high enough
where only the wind might greet me.
Breathing.
Breathing.
Breathing.
Celestial Feb 17
Long since I once traveled,
and long since I started.
In joy, I reveled,
and in hate, I departed.

Most would agree,
But I have yet to see.
Just what it means to be,
To follow my beam with glee.

Shouldn't I have had a warning?
Surely one to keep me from going,
To where one keeps thoughts jarring.
No, that would have kept me from roaming.

Lights begin to fade,
And it grows a long bit of shade.
I stare into the darkness it made.
Knowing it'll swallow me as I wade.

"I've done well" my last thought.
The light wanes and eyes strain.
I blink and it all goes out, giving it all it's got.
I know it wasn't in vain.
neth jones Feb 17
courting breaths   after blue i brighten
       i lighten   with originless humour
and then ugliness anew                          
   i tighten   into some packed pearl of monster
breathe in   breathe out   courting breaths
the susurration    of all this lung
resuscitation    and it's 'good morning mourning'

then 'bring out the empathy' !  and zitty connections
and marvel over   'those poor things'          
larval in their struggles   up the redline
and envision throwing them heaps               
of hairdryers  salad spinners  monopoly boards
            vibrating cushions  for back massage
and obscure tinned delicacies  from my extensive travels
the five devils of my mind  tackle my erratic breath
five mad ideas  of how to run their lives
                        milk their hive
form a worship  and go to war..

..then it is i who goes larval                  
                          carving in on my minuscule heart
crutching in like a fractured pill bug
not daring to raise my eyes      
             for fear of offending my superiors
breathe in   breathe out
counting down the breaths til rattle
Maria Jan 23
Stay with me for a short time,
Just for a couple of words,
Just for a couple of smilings,
For a couple of easy nods.

Stay with me for a couple of strophes.
I’ll pour two glasses of wine.
The one that, remember, used to prepossess
You and me both for a while.

Stay with me for a short time
For a couple of sportive jests,
For a couple of bootless guitar accords,
For a couple of stupid shy footsteps.

For a couple of silver-tongued tender breathings,
For a couple of sweet and tremulous words.
Stay with me, please, for a short time,
At least for a couple of epochs.
And again about love. Thanks for reading.
From me with love
Abi Winder Jan 21
they are the air
in between.

breaths of comfort
and clarity.

and so frequently
i found myself gulping
and gasping
for more.

(please shoulder this burden with me,
it is lighter when you are near.)
silvervi Jan 15
Life is here now, I can breath.
This is more than enough.
Let's appreciate the "small" things. Honestly though, let's be grateful for life itself. What an incredible journey! What a chance! What a wonder it is.
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