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Asher Dec 2024
Children of one heart,  
Devotion's ocean runs deep,  
Colors make it clear.
A haiku based on the song Dreams Sweet in Sea Major
lola Nov 2024
A world to forget me,
A world to forget the sullen days,
Forget the days of euphoria,
The days of wild exultation.

Forget the anger that consumed me,
Forget the fallen tears,
Forget the tears that never fell,
The confusion,
The world I left inside my head.

For I live my life in a snowglobe,
Walking in circles,
Erasing my every step with falling snow.

Forget me,
Like footprints left in a blizzard,
I'm to be forgotten,
And gone by spring.

Forget me.
Maryann I Nov 2024
A silhouette drifts through the mist,
shaped by memory but not quite there—
a figure lost between the spaces
where time forgets its own name.


Wings flutter, soft as dust,
stirring the silence in slow breaths,
like the whispered promise
of something never meant to be.


The air is thick with the weight of nothing—
a presence that slips through your fingers
before you can hold it,
before you can understand.


In the distance, a song plays,
but its notes are hollow,
echoing through the vacant spaces
of a forgotten world.


It is as though the fairy exists,
but only in the spaces where eyes do not see,
where dreams and memories fold together
like forgotten pages,
and everything is both real
and utterly lost.


You reach for the hollow light,
but it fades before you touch it,
leaving only the scent of something once pure,
a trace of something you can never claim,
floating away
into the quiet dark.
Inspired by the song "Blank Fairy" by the artist Akira Vamaoka
EP Robles Aug 2024
A whisper soft—across the vale,
Where Rona Mae Ronda treads—
Her footfall light, a breeze’s tale,
Through meadows gold—she spreads.

No need of day—her presence brings,
A twilight soft and kind—
With every step—a thousand springs,
Awake in heart and mind.

The daisy turns—her face to see,
As Rona Mae Ronda glides—
Through clover fields—so carelessly,
Where innocence—abides.

The robin pauses in his flight,
To hear her laughter’s sound—
For Rona Mae—by day or night,
Turns all to sacred ground.

She leaves no trace—yet all can tell,
Wherever she has been—
The very air—begins to swell,
With what the soul—has seen.

:: 08.12.2024 ::
Montay Henson Aug 2024
Vow
Wings spread wide
With the warmth of love we rise
In this soaring sky
our beings become intertwined
Evolution in action
From different waves, yet we're matching
personalities clashing
Ripping away our abashment
Lessons learned after
calling on our passion
our future we begin to fashion
Forever starts now
My love to you
I
Vow
Bekah Jul 2024
You are every piece
Of my broken heart
That I thought I’d never find
And every beautiful thing
I never dared to write about
It is if you drew your breath
From the heavens
And captured starlight
In your eyes
You are a velvet canvas
Of midnight blue
And a constellation
Of burning stars
And just like the moon
You are the beacon of light
In the darkness
That I used to call home
Megan Jul 2024
Reaching for a clue
Whilst I strain my back
Forced to retreat
To remain intact

Trust, it whispers
So fresh it chills
Its alluring essence
It borrows and steals

Takes baggage from me
Releases the weight
Now finding my balance
In this new found state

With space been created
Brings roots to access
What ones are supportive
What ones are a mess

Slowly with ease
I remove rotted roots
To find new earth
To grow now what suits

Suits this way of being
Planted with pride
With healthy foundations
I take my first stride

Into the unknown
The great abyss
As I freefall, surrender
Not a moment to miss

In this present presence
My canvas stays blank
As I wait for arts landing
These new roots now sank
relahxe Mar 2024
I look at you
A ghost without boundaries
My hands reaching out
To grasp your heart
Nothing there to stop me

I look at you
Ephemeral
And ethereal
I wonder when you’ll see
The way I view you
An abstract concept
Far away
Never to be found
Never to be touched
Yet an object of limerence
An object of love
That is not to be realized

Saudade
Object of obsession
You are nothing more than that
You are much more than that

A ghost without boundaries
Dead yet alive in my mind
Fitting in the puzzle pieces
As I fit the parts of my heart
Last time it fell for you
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