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Living with the Living cell(virus) ,
is known as Dying
Living with the Living cell(virus) =Dying
© Feelings Coated
eli May 26
The only cells
In my body that
I love are
The dead ones
Kîłł më
Wickus May 23
Twenty twenty
The world is sick
Locked in my room
And trapped in my head

My thoughts
My eternal prison cell
Screaming at four walls
It’s those goosebumps
From your sweet and soft kisses
In my neck
Which make
Every cell of my body
Feel so alive
Every Man Has a Dream
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Every man has a dream that he cannot quite touch...
a dream of contentment, of soft, starlit rain,
of a breeze in the evening that, rising again,
reminds him of something that cannot have been,
and he calls this dream love.

And each man has a dream that he fears to let live,
for he knows: to succumb is to throw away all.
So he curses, denies it and locks it within
the cells of his heart and he calls it a sin,
this madness, this love.

But each man in his living falls prey to his dreams,
and he struggles, but so he ensures that he falls,
and he finds in the end that he cannot deny
the hope that he feels or the tears that he cries
in the darkness of night for this light he calls love.

Keywords/Tags: Man, Dream, Love, Vision, Fantasy, Aspiration, Hope, Sin, Madness, Cell, Prison, Real, Reality, Touch, Tangible, Contentment, Comfort, Consolation, Prey, Trapped, Snared, Prisoner, Captive, Hope, Fears, Tears, Elusive, Elusiveness
I’m forgetting the touch of palm
I’m forgetting touch of human
I’m forgetting the power of touch
I’m forgetting touch of will

only living is living inside closed doors
only living is living with hands washed long
only living is living within limits of the walls

For on the surface is always served living cell(virus).

I’m trying reflection flat and clean on surface,
I’m trying new doors and windows to be locked and sealed
I’m trying for things to not change much yet, it's being months and years I haven’t, purlieu and talk a lot.

I sit home just to tell something and I’m not so excited
Because I have a worry, with a trace returning with every cough,
just like something might happen and it's as bad as it is the feeling
that if I stay with you, you will die.

In my entire life, It pains me to imagine-Living with the Living Cell(VIRUS)
Dying is Living, Living was our choice, which we ….?
Carlo C Gomez Mar 14
My cell
No bars
No walls
Just my own thoughts and fears
locking the door behind me

My prison
No guards
No sentence
Just my own awkward silence
swallowing the one and only key
Mrs Timetable Feb 29
Hold it so gently
So tightly
Tapping it so lightly
Always giving it
Constant attention
Don’t drop it
Don’t break it
Give it power
With you constantly
Cell phones are like marriage mates
Get a new one
Because this one is old
Ok just kidding....bad example
Bad analogy
JGLutes Jan 23
stash in your pocket
keep it for years
don’t dance with your girlfriend
no need for the beer

catapult matches
he’s not short on the charm
over the top
as he hangs from her arm

look at your friend group
who’s fooling who
shadows will follow
as long as there’s food

measurements carry
the very same weight
alone at the top
no time to wait

around and around
cant carry me home
imagine the world
without your own phone.

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