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Estel Apr 13
I know what goes on in your mind
There’s not much you can hide
I’ve collapsed under the sun
But ***
I see it in your eyes
One day everyone dies
We don’t have to rush
But if I took a step toward you
And leaned forward
To a never ending fall
Would you catch me?
Before it’s too late
Would you take the bait?
Or just let me be
Thinking I’d be fine
While I’m crumbling inside.
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Ronin Mar 15
they throw
their expectations at
me, as if
they were
a ball.

i've never been good at catching.
Payton Feb 25
I was the sea and you were the whaler.
You cast your harpoon into my waters.
It never did catch a whale.
But you caught me time and time again.
This poem? prose? pretty thought? was written in 2017.
Payton Feb 24
The way a child trusts so blindly, I will close my eyes and fall into your every word.
The sugary-sweet  scratch of every consonant and the friction of each vowel.
I will trust you with no hesitation.
If I fall, I know  that you will catch me.

The way a child clings to it's favorite blanket or stuffed toy,
I will hold onto you and never let go of the feeling you put in my heart.

The way a child finds no sorrow in it's days, I will too, look at the world in a sunlight so bright, there is no room for darkness.
When I am with you, I can know no sadness.

The way a child sleeps with a guardian teddy bear at it's side, to fight off every night terror, I will rest easy knowing you are beside me.
Your body pressed against mine, like perfect puzzle pieces.

The way a child day-dreams of anatomically incorrect hearts, and
cheek-kisses, I will dream of you and all of the butterflies you give me.

And the way a child believes from the bottom of their heart, that everything will be okay, I will give you my heart, and believe that you will not break it.
This poem was written in 2016.
Wands Jan 14
I want to fall.
I may perform a nonchalant, artistic dip.
A dramatic trip,
where I wobble...
Will she?  Won’t she?
Or one where
I shiver and shimmy.
Gliding down like rolling mist.

Because I love how it feels
when you catch me.
Mose Oct 2020
Greif is the shockwave that happens after profound loss.
The tragedy of our story is the ruins we are left to sweep the streets of.
Cobble stone collecting the dust of our previous lives.
These are not the days that lay heavy on our hearts.
It’s the days when the whole city has rebuilt itself.
The street lay paved of memory lanes.
Every stone in the mind still unturned.
The guilt that builds...


You want to feel as the world does.
Look as the city does.
Forget as the people do.
JenniferC Oct 2020
The pain I feel
when I struggle
to get my heart
stay inside my chest,
that **** is for real.
I totally collapse,
that's how I feel.
We had a chance
to life
but you felt that
we danced
on the tip of the knife.

If our love
were our opponents in chess,
had we been meant
from the beginning
to lose the match?
I did my best,
but when I fell
you did not catch.

Now I'm at the border
to lose my breath.
I fought for us,
you gave up.
Told me that now
it's too late.
Love said;
Chess Mate.
We did loose the fight,
and now I cant stand
the feeling
of missing your hand
against my cheek every night.

What should I listen to,
when I no longer hear your voice.
My heart can no longer bear,
I can no longer feel the beat
inside my chest.

I miss you,
But I do wish you the best..
annh Oct 2020
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ᑭᒪᗩYIᑎG ᑕᗩTᑕᕼ ᗯITᕼ ᗰY ᑕOᑎᔕᑕIOᑌᔕᑎEᔕᔕ.
'When all the archetypes burst out shamelessly, we plumb Homeric profundity. Two clichés make us laugh but a hundred clichés move us because we sense dimly that the clichés are talking among themselves, celebrating a reunion.'
- Umberto Eco, Travels in Hyperreality
July Gray Oct 2020
And I'm hurting
And I'm collapsing in on myself
And I just don't want to hurt you

I want to shield you
From a world you're accustomed to
I want to protect you
From things that you've already seen

Because maybe you've been around the world a thousand times
And maybe you've already been cut into pieces
But I haven't
And maybe
Maybe you're the one protecting me

Clasping my hands with yours when I get nervous
Holding me close and hugging me till I want to breathe again

So please, let me stand in front of you
I'll take the brunt of the blow
And I'll know you'll be there to catch me
It's a little bit of love and mostly coming home to you.
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