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Madhumita Mar 5
cardboard crowns   (awash with)
liquid laughter   (cascading)
all around   (litany)

empty eyes   (searching)
borrowed bliss   (enlightenment)
stale sorrow   (breaks me)
Zywa Feb 21
I have not learned
to live, I got used to it

all in all an attempt
to be myself

with friends

who don't make demands
and are available

when I come or call
that I am lonely

With you, my attempt
to a relationship is different

Sometimes it goes well
thoughtlessly, by itself

so that I don't know afterwards
if we were connected

Sometimes I think about it
and I get lost in my mind

then, there is certainly
no contact, and I must

embrace you, feel the firmness
of your body to believe in us
Collection “Being”
KHY Jan 22
My lovely precious bee,
Behave
The hive isn’t for you
It’s for us;
But we’re dead together ?
So its dust
I have a broom
Obassi Bholai Dec 2018
I tend to do this unforgiving
method of maddness when it comes to writing
I'll start and stop, repeating onto new work
unfinishing the last.

incomplete as each piece may be,
the brain is scattered
lost and afraid, it'll never feel the same way.
connected to what new beginnings
may be.
Spicy Digits Dec 2018
Compete never

Never worth that fight

Fight only for innocence

Innocence runs through you

You are alive

Alive, but not awake

Awake the dormant innocence

Innocence that runs through you

You fight only to compete

Compete never
Francesca Nov 2018
I shared a moment with you today;
for once,
I was just
                     Present.
Not plagued with the what ifs,
The constant dialogue,
Bewitched was I
by nature’s percussion,
Dancing a melody outside,
I wrapped us in a blanket,
You calmed -
We both were still,
Our souls connected in a song:
A simple lullaby,
In your eyes sang the Universe,
It echoed back in mine,
An orchestra of consciousness
that I’ll treasure
for a while.
A lovely moment with my baby boy inspired me to write this poem.
Temporal Fugue Nov 2018
You can feel it
well, at least I can
it doesn't really matter
a woman or
a man

In sync
or just a feeling
string theory in mortal play
you and me a story
no words or lines
we can, or cannot say

So prose as you will
my responses quilled and quipped
like souls in tune on honeymoon
spirit's bared
and stripped
You know what I mean! ;D
lovelywildflower Oct 2018
i think you're the one, baby. i can feel it in my heart and in my soul and just everywhere. i can feel it. and i know because even though we're not physically together, i can still imagine doing every little thing with you. i've been with people who were right there beside me and i never felt that connection with them. i think you're the one.
CGW Oct 2018
Through all this unborn silence is a legion of angels humming.
When I my fairy fantasy self arrive back home the strings that are bathed in golden light and that connects us will be revealed.
I'll think back to when I was a child and made of pieces.
How I would look up at sky blue like nothing really mattered.
Those drifting clouds muttering hallow English words at each other.
This galaxy in my grasp, vibrating with such mass that purple dust pours from the cracks of my clenched fists.
These dust particles are the size of planets.
Like sad dandelions spores they drift lethargic and unbalanced into higher dimensions.
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