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Angel Hendry Sep 2019
I used to sleep with my doors unlocked , now you check them twice before We go to bed  , I used to show my body to feel vailidated , now I use my mind to show you I’m more than that. I used to cover up with makeup because I didn’t like who I was , now I haven’t wore it in days because you kiss it all off anyway. I used to beg for a lovers attention , now I need to tell you to stop squeezing so hard.  I used to believe that love meant shouting , now I like sitting in silence in your company , I used to think I’d never have anyone, now I have you.
Written for my boyfriend David.
Marina Sep 2019
feels freely
filled with love and youthfulness,
I tend to to get out of hand
with new recipes and crafts,
journals with coffee
fill my mind with inspiration.

Wishing for brown and red leaves
feeling the cool air of fall
wrapped in warm clothing
and scarfs.
the feeling of hot coco
running inside my stomach
as I sit alone
fully overwhelmed with joy.
- This is what fall feels like
Axel Aug 2019
in a minute,
I'll be crying, sobbing under the moon
sometimes under the sun.
in a minute, I'm worried about him,
about myself, about everything.
in a minute,
I'm worried about my future,
my present, my past, my everything.
in a minute,
I could be in my bed, studying,
learning, sleeping but mostly crying.
in a minute,
I feel like my friends are my family,
my home because they're always there
to hear, to support, to cry, to laugh
but why did God made me so fragile,
sensitive, insecure with a little bit of self esteem?
why do I have to be this kind of boy?
why can't I do sports, watching football,
flirt with girls, be confident?
I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry and sorry
for a million times if your ears are actually
tired of my voice, tired of my noise.
I don't have anyone anymore,
please I'm begging you,
stay with me, forevermore.
not a clue.
Zywa Aug 2019
We have ordered musicians
but can we pay them?
Give them some tea

.....Listen, the trees are falling
.....Lovely, the sound of axes
.....cutting down the orchard

.....The times are changing
.....play! I want to celebrate!
.....you can leave after that

I don't know, I want to go
why have we grown so old?
I remember everybody

was happy, without knowing
why, didn't we discuss it
time after time! It is over

we'll die anyway
while life goes on
as if we have never lived
"The Cherry Orchard" (1904, Anton Chekhov)

Collection “Half The Work”
I can only truly forgive
When I choose to see with love
And I’m only able to love
When I’m open to forgive

When I choose not to forgive
My energy is blocked
And the keys to love remain locked
The path to prosperity
Remains hidden from me
And this changes the way I live

When I choose to forgive
My energy flows easily
And my love more freely
The prosperous way
Flows with me day by day
And I’m able to share and give
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Mary Frances Aug 2019
We met when Spring was young and bright.
Flowers bloomed as you walked by with your morning light.
Your smile made my leaves grow,
with the care you've given and the love you've shown.

And then Summer came and you had to leave.
Who will now shield me from the scorching Sun and heavy Rain?

When Autumn came and forced me to bend and fall,
I stood my ground against her with my all.

As Winter approached and froze the entire land,
I fought the cold with the promise of hope you left in my hand.

Finally, Spring came back and I saw you walked towards me,
to my frozen self who was waiting to be set free.
You were what Spring brought with him,
the promise of hope I kept.

The warmth of your embrace made me wish for what remains,
that in between the changing of Seasons, somehow we will meet again.
Priya Jul 2019
Mere Dil ne jab bhi unke pyaar ke kaside padhe,
sach kehti hu dil to chup raha par panne ro pade.
Amanda Jul 2019
Eyes open onto a damp Tuesday
One dismal day out of the seven
Where clouds heavy with rain, stay
Blocking the promise of a summer heaven

I can smell the static of a brewing flash
And a false calm brings a hush to natures chatter
A boom breaks the silence, lit by a lightning clash
Storms in summer are worse, but does it matter?

Joy of chasing the rain in puddle splashes
Was a childhood game, and I still recall
Bright lightning sizzles and thunder bashes
As our laughter challenged the electric fireball

Heroic and rash, we ran with the changing wind
Years and years of foolish choices
Grown from our parents disciplined
Hand, we began to speak with our own voices

But storms can twist lives and how they change
Pulled apart onto different tracks
I saw you fall into a world dark and strange
You lived with strangers, zombie insomniacs

Laughter left your eyes, leaving them dark and hollow
I tried, I did, to show you that there was another way
But where the pack leads, you follow
You didn’t see me, had nothing to say

But like the storm, I always will look for the spark
That lighting bolt, that will bring you the strike
Of reality, so you can see a way out from the dark
And I will be here to help you back into the light
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