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Robin MacCuish Aug 2017
They are trapped
In their own volition and time
Their face: a clock with only 12 reactions
Full of romance
They are trapped in a box
Too small for windows and doors
To see the moors of sodden floors
Trapped in a chair
Two tons too lazy
And another half empty
Asonna Aug 2017
Nerves are running wild,
my breath is slightly hitched.
Anxiety's creeping up on me,
I can barely think.

Afraid of disappointment.
Afraid to disappoint.
One step before the other,
prepared for someone new.

He charms me with a smile,
then extends a hand.
My palms are getting clammy,
and my pulse is racing too.

The breeze flows in from the door,
the sun is shining bright.
Currawong's singing in the trees,
With the aroma of bitter coffee.

We breeze through introductions,
sit and chat for a while.
There I thought it was going well,
until he developed a temper.

With no good reason he seemed to snap,
started causing a scene.
Sinked so low into my chair,
of course this happened to me.

Some time passed, he calmed himself,
but i think i'd made my decision.
got to the end and he turned to me,
"We should do this again".

"I don't think this is going to work",
I said sorry then took my leave.
I sure know how to pick em.
Jayantee Khare Aug 2017
Weekends were weak ends,
and
became energizers
since you came in life..
Old memories
kelsey bowen Aug 2017
you stood when you saw me
with a smile that made me giggle
then i can smell you and
i am drunk
you hug me and
you linger
you say my name and
lick you lips
i say yours and
taste the sweetness and
im hungry
we sit
you look in my eyes and
im floating
we talk
each breath pulls us
closer to each other
lights dim and voices hush
you offer yourself as a pillow and
im drifting
you whisper your day in my hair and
i tell jokes in your shirt and
im perfect there

then a screen lights up and
a movie plays and
im realizing
im sitting cold in my own seat
aware of how far you are
from me
the last of your name
melts in my mouth and
im hurting
we try not to make
eye contact

then the movie is over and
you dont say my name again and
you dont look in my eyes and
you go home to another and
im sitting cold in my own seat
aware of how far you are
from me and
im aching
Clive Blake Jul 2017
You could have called it a blind date,
The manner in which we first met,
But one that was truly desired,
Not one made for some stupid bet.

A year has now passed since that day,
My life then so completely changed,
When my future was realigned,
And not just merely rearranged.

With the little sight I had left
I really liked what I first saw
But my social skills were lacking
And my emotions were red-raw.

She saw through my anxieties;
The pain I had coped with for years,
She seemed to sense the imprint left,
By many invisible tears.

Empathy was her strongest suit,
That was obvious right away,
Her bright sunny manner ensured,
We had an enjoyable day.

It’s strange how two can so quickly
Be bonded and then become one,
And all seeming as natural
As the rising of the dawn sun.

With the little sight I had left,
I really liked what I first saw,
And I knew the feeling was mutual,
When she nuzzled me with her nose
And then offered me - her paw …
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
As the whispering waves crashed within themselves
Only one thing was certain..
That though nothing lasts forever
There truly is hope
And there truly is love
And tonight we have them both..
So stay with me darling.

Stay with me..
At least until the waves fold into the twinkling lights.
Until the whispering sun dips below the horizon
And it becomes dark enough out to hide our sins
In the midst of the night
Under the audience of the stars.
We can blanket our treacherous desires
Under the curtain of the moonlight.

Let's forget the world..
And I'll take a journey in the universe of your eyes
As you get lost in the pool of my own...

Let the whispering winds crash
As you unravel me tonight...
Bits and pieces of an excerpt from one of RH's hidden treasures (a book I hope she publishes). And being the lover of romance that I am I fell immediately in love with this particular chapter and, by extension, these particular words. My title-making skills aren't too good so I stole the title of her chapter for the title of this excerpt/poem.... stay wonderful as always, and let yourself romanticize a bit. Life's nothing without some cheesy love... . ~BM
Gabriel Marfim Jul 2017
I used to think
about traveling the world
searching for a happy place to go

but then I've met this girl
and realized
I'm in the happiest place I could be,
in a relationship between you and me.
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