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Madisen Kuhn Feb 2019
there is a modest
one-story home
with white stucco walls
and a red tiled roof
waiting for me somewhere
near a floridian beach.

the yard is flat and dry.
some days, i’ll lie there
on top of a patterned quilt
in a two-piece
hand over brow
reading a thick memoir
on loan from the library
that sits on the other side
of the brush, beyond
the wooden fence.

winter will just be a memory.
every week, my toenails
will sink into the sand
wearing a different shade of pink.
i will not fold away
my sundresses and shove them
under the bed.
they will only leave
their wooden hangers
to be worn and washed.

time simply records the falling
and growing and falling of things.
one of these days,
i will be the budding lily
pushing up dirt
to greet the other side with
all of the beauty
i am ready to be.

i have fallen enough.
Jenna Feb 2019
From now on,
hopes and desires
will reluctantly withdraw
hence there is newfound joy
not in his life, but mine
small and precious
soft and fragile
do not fret, little one
for your life is only beginning
listen to my calming tone as you lull;
nothing will hurt you as long as I am here
so rest assured that my love will keep you safe
I may not be proud of myself,
but you, you should be
because their is nothing
in this world that can
judge you innocent
little angel of mine
so hush now;
everything
will be
alright
Trust me I'm not a mother. But this piece is for those who are struggling single mothers or perhaps just a mother in general. I tried to make a baby shape to go along.
stopdoopy Mar 2019
You make me go back to the beach
The light breeze your caress
Sun as warm as your smile
Water icy like your words

And I try to float in this sea you made
Tumultuous, and salty as your are
But I'm choking down lungful's
Crying for help

And you let me drown
And it's almost calm down here
On the bottom where I can't breathe
Cause at least I'm out
Of the riptide's reach
"She's a riptide queen and she's super mean"
Anina Chanele Feb 2019
I'm breathing you in. I'm taking the steps.
I'm enamored by all that you are. All that you do.
I beg for your touch, just to feel you.
You hold my everything.
You are everything.
You tell me to move, who am I to question you?
Every breath you breathe shakes me to my core
And at just the very mention of your name, I'm a wreck.
A sobbing, weeping mess on the floor and still, for me it isn't enough.
It never will be.  
All you ever ask from me is all of me and dare I say I am not worthy.
Forgive me that the words escape my lips, my heart, without a second thought.
I never meant to waste your grace.
As I sit in your presence inhaling the sweetness of your existence,
I find myself coming to my senses.
I haven't breathed in the fullness of all that you are.
I haven't taken the steps to fall over the cliffside of your love.
Had I breathed you in or walked in your footsteps, I'd see that you are love.
You are joy.
To take in your existence is to live out your existence.
If I do not live in your existence and put my existence to bed,
Have I ever really begun to exist?
TJ Feb 2019
You can find me running
Racing
From one emotion to another
Restless
Feet twitching the moment I stop
Breathless
I try to gather my thoughts
Panicked
What have I done, What will I do
Pained
My head pounding I can barely stand
Crawling
Attempting to keep moving forward
Crying
Desperate to find some peace
Screaming
I CAN'T BE HERE
… … …
You will find me
Sitting
Quietly, forcing myself still
Practicing
Patience as my bones begin to ache
Breathing
Slowing my manic heart
Calm
Letting go of the ropes that pulled me
Standing
Feeling my feet, firm on the ground
Crying
Grateful to have found some peace
Whispering
I am here now
Bowing
Namaste
Penne Feb 2019
Sheets.
Beds.
Lay you
You, scent of miracle
Queen of purple
Dive with you
The lullness
The sweetness
The clouds
The home
Yet also the sting
Juice of youth sing
Not loud
Entangles me in waves
Indulge in the deluxe nature rave
Cool, mingling flame
Soothes my dame
As the mauve movement
Keep getting effervescent
The miss
The kiss
The mist
The rest
They dance and giggle freely
Fleetingly and sheepishly
Blushing as it brush against my flock of sheep
A sight of a paradox
A splash of silver fox
Comfy as its manes
Steadies my slumber
Even on a rocking lumber
With the breath of September
Keep making us enchanted under your spell
All will be swell
Thousand familiar but welcoming smell
To you I stay
We sway to heaven's way
May it turn us gay
Your nursing
Your care
Your play
It is our day
To blanket in your fields of saint
Umi Feb 2019
One check of my accomplishments,
But furthermore a verification for skills,
The art of conversation shall be my judge,
And my experience so far my partner in crime,
As the master of this angelic pen I'll suffice,
Even if they find me underwhelmed,
Or leave with disappointment without another word,
It is only proof, I have too much to improve to give up!
One way or the other, I find my hand guide the way,
With gentle movements, a delicate caligraphy has been created,
Thus, a deep breath, calming my tired nerves, helps me relax,
A clear mind is required for a difficult task after all,
And so, my hand gently, softly calls for the cover of this pen,
Time flew past without distraction, confidently,
Handing away this work I wait for the results,
Starting to become nervous down to my very core,
What if it wasn't good enough?

~ Umi
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