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MG Aug 2021
Just like the moon controls the tide,
You captured my eye.
Pale green eyes lighting up my night sky.

It was as if two separated souls recognized each other from other lives.
The soft relief of finally finding each other again.
A feeling only the astral plane could understand.

Now, I think of you in everything I do.
I even see your face in the moon.

But like the moon, you’ve grown distant.
You can’t communicate.
You just sit there, watching and observing.
All while feeling so much.
While leaving me with silence.

I wish you would let me close to you again.
I don’t want to hurt you.
But I wish you gave me the chance to tell you.
Falling for a Pisces is always cathartic — but always ends in hurt. I’m sorry it has to be this way.
Ashtereth Jul 2021
Just saying words doesn't fulfill the feeling,
Leaves me down and blue,
That it takes so much explaining;
To show how much I love you.
Kewayne Wadley Jul 2021
& when I rush to get home,
Before I lay my keys down.
You’ll put your arms around me
& fill me with so much joy.
You give me a feeling that’s both
Happy & ecstatic.
I don’t want to have to miss you
Then wait forever to kiss you.
The sort of thing that happens
When least expected.
It’s always easier than it sounds.
But seeing you smile always
Puts things in perfect perspective.
When I rush to get home
I’ll yell out that I am here &
When I do, my mind will ask my heart
Why am I so loud.
When it does I’ll reply that I’ve
Filled all the empty space
Around with pieces of her.
& when I yell out I am easily reminded,
Before she is seen
Before she is heard.
That she is completely safe.
That she is comprised of all the small things
That make life worthwhile.
The smallest patter of feet &
Being attacked by the gentlest thing
Such as a hug.
It really is easy to take for granted
When I rush to get home,
I am going to crawl into the bed
Of her arms & sleep for as long
As she allows me to
My Dear Poet Jul 2021
Maybe I didn’t say
the words you wanted to hear
But I did hear the words
you didn’t want to say
Zywa Jun 2021
I am a stranger,

I have no sense of humour –


that bridges the gap.
"Diary 1954-1957" (2005, Frida Vogels), October 2nd, 1957 in Lucera ('Castellina')

Collection "Trench Walking"
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2021
~
Lost inside a labyrinth

Tight-lipped tinkerer
open-mouthed cynosure

Pressing matters completing their circuit
all things said, but not spoken

Osculated locution, succinct phrasing
released, but not heard

The human element imparting
seminal spark
—together felt and touched

A tingling syntax
owing to its art
becoming its nucleus

~
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