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Anaya c Dec 2018
i am absent with myself
because i am too busy
fulfilling the needs
of other people
i am emptying myself to fill you
Alaska Nov 2018
When I care about someone
I give them my all,
every piece of me,
including the ones that are already
broken.
And I am still trying to
figure out if that's
a good
or
bad thing.
Marie Nov 2018
Liefde is:

om die langpad Kaap toe deur te dring met Afrikaans is Groot treffers omdat jy sien *** Pappa sy vingers teen die maat van die ritme tik.

Dis om te weet dat Mamma wel omgee al is sy soms te besig om na jou gunsteling gedigte te luister.

Dis om saam met Boeties rugby te speel al wil jou lyf al vir jare nie meer hardloop en rond gestamp word nie.

Liefde woon hier
Tussen die gee en kry,
Tussen die op offeringe,
Tussen ons almal.
c Nov 2018
write me letters,
one with every
letter known to man,
write me one for each day my hand
is not in yours,
write to me of your thoughts and feelings
of hardships and triumphs,
along with everything in between,

and in return
receive mine each dedicated especially to you,
detailing the delicate intricacies
of the way you make me feel
and my remembrance of
the summer's breeze
paired with the cool ocean air
and the way your hair laid so gently,

visit me in my dreams
and drop sweet kisses
down upon my lips
allow for every moment
you were in my arms to be cherished
and every moment apart be envious
of the times you were next to me.
Obviously this peace is a bit more vulnerable and emotional. I guess I'm just hoping someone will relate. I wrote this a few months ago and I think it is funny to see it now and wonder just how strong a passion can be.
anyways I hope you enjoyed!!
-cheyenne
Michael Ryan Nov 2018
People on the internet
are like any others
and talking without reason
terrifies us.  

‘Everyone you meet
is the monster under the bed
the skeleton in your closet
the psyche of horror
haunts their dreams.’

Maybe
every fable
we’ve ever heard
is lingering behind
the veil we call
our lives.

Or maybe,
if we were
really honest
for one moment,
a single breath.

We’d all come to know
spooks and goblins
didn’t come from tales told–
it is our personal fears
hiding within the mind.

Our unwillingness to believe
that anyone could come to love us
and the doom that suffocates
is the feeling no one will ever know,
who we are.

If people ever caught sight
of our bones
sleeping underneath skin
they’d run
leaving us with scars
scratched so deeply
we’d never be able to recover.
There's nothing to fear, but fear itself.   He probably didn't mean it about the strangers that we meet on the street, in grocery stores, or online I think it apply applies to today's societies.  I'm always open to meeting new people.
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