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Kuvar May 2018
As the rain beats the Earth
The romantic blues in her fall

As the rain beats the Earth
She tore the territory of my belt

As the rain beats the Earth
The lightning testifies to our sweat

As the rain beats the Earth
We made love still and yet
©️Kuvar
When you're a half of a whole
Composer comes and goes
Tempers stand in the way
Then beneath the layers
of unshed pains
together you face today

Each step, a mirrored dance
Each breath, a fighting chance
Laced with another
Tied together

It can be suffocating
Your every thought invaded
By the considerations of another

Days that bring rain
Weigh down heavy on love
When it's forgot

When you choose to be one half
You take the good and the bad
You will never be one soul again
And your comforted by only him

While he frustrates
While he yells and berates
He koves you and you see it on his face

When you're a half of a whole
Your life is not your own
It is a gift given
And you share it
Willing
Thoughts about relationships
Ashley Kane Apr 2018
Don’t Forget ....

To hold hands
                 To laugh at each other
          To share secrets
Cuddle up on the sofa
                 Consider each other
Kiss each other
                           Dance to music with each other in your lounge like no one is watching

To share silly antitdotes
      Share fears share dreams
                       And
                          Of
                            Course
                     LOVE

(C) Ashley Kane FB
Jas Apr 2018
Tell me about the things you do
And the things you've learned,
Let me try out your base experiences.
It won't unravel you,
They won't admit of your adversities;

And they won't bring me closer to the 'why,'
But by learning the things you've learned
I may feel some excitement and all other emotions around it
Similar to what you've felt -
And these feelings may be different, I know
But from what I DO know about you
I just might be able to feel something adjacent

And there won't be a need for you to be anxious about words,
You wouldn't need to fight so hard to release yourself to me
You will already be free, and I would be found by you.
Genevieve Wakutz Apr 2018
wisps of wonder
from me to you
bodies melting
like candle wax
under the stars
curiosity pierces
the heavy night
shot from cupid's bow
yet arrows dissolve
in the liquid air
unanswered
Nichole Mar 2018
I found this man
Loving a friend of mine
Yet he was rejected by the love of his life
He cant accept this strife

And a woman accompanying him
In the middle of his pain
He sways with him with a beautiful hymn
And then he had this energy to love again
Long time very long time
Her sun-kissed face was painted shy.
Closed eyed, her lashes shimmer.
Redden lips pucker,
our feelings glimmer.

Limbs brush, grind then speak.
I place my hand under cheak
and spank the skin with my own.

Our cloaks of royal stitching
mingle exposing, panels of flesh
Twined minds wrapped
a couple meshed.
I was trying my hand at subtle adult, inspired by love.
Lydia Mar 2018
This is what killed you
Your soul got all mixed around, made a wrong turn

You forgot to make dinner
Forgot where the pots were,
Forgot to wash the dishes from yesterday
Ten more dollars, one more pizza box
One more can of cola

I discussed it with myself
And wrote a paper on my father's opinion
He got an A-

Your teeth rotted out of your mouth and into your hands
I saw the horror in your body
The quivering, the chills in your socks and sneakers

You came home soaked
Your body draped over the couch like a waterlogged, muddy, discarded towel
Your hand fell into mine passively, like a weak magnet
You didn't ask how school was,
I didn't tell you

I washed the dishes and cooked dinner
Somewhere in there, you dragged yourself up to the shower and into bed
I left food on the table
I left

I loved your lost at sea,

Almost.
Please comment :)
Mitch Prax Mar 2018
I don’t know
when or where,
but I know I’ll
meet you there
I left only footprints, leading
I could not give you anymore.
I turn to watch,
your face a white flag, counting my steps.
It gets harder the further down the road,
to watch my steps traced in small prints.

The neighborhood towers over my choices,
as I continue the paces.
Your face only smaller, when I turn once more.

I think quick of turning back,
pretending,
but the steps lay behind,
in snowy clarity.
Shame would fall my thoughts,
if I return.

Maybe your face would smile
if my steps suddenly collected,
my decision changed?
Would our life turn over and shine brighter?
The brisk winter on my skin
tells me a different scenario.
A cold bitter tale.

If all I could give was my absence,
please remember my face
rather than my footprints,
leading away.
Based on this print of footsteps in the snow.
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