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mary liles Oct 2021
there was a time when i could wrap my arms
around your neck
and put all of my weight on you
i think to myself
as i hold you
and make sure you don’t fall

did i feel as light as you do now?
for jasper: never, ever, ever forgotten <3
Zoe Mei May 2021
a school of silver fish in the net
all slick small enough to slip
drip through the cracks
gaps plink wriggle back
into the sea
where even the minnows swim free
so I stay on the waters and cast the nets again
and wait to haul in my next catch.
Estelline Apr 2021
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.
Ronin Mar 2021
they throw
their expectations at
me, as if
they were
a ball.

i've never been good at catching.
Payton Feb 2021
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 2021
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 2021
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.
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