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Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
That phrasings

It's meaning
Is trending
And blending

It's bleeding
To feelings
All learning

And confusing

No thinking

This god things
No blessing
Keep pretending
It has meaning

Goddess of USR Oct 2023
I adore you beyond compare, far into the realms of radiant waves and mystic wonders

I cherish you like a child, naive, clean and everlasting, multiplying
Devout flashes of light, felt deeply beyond dim vision

Complete, singular, tender, convinced
The whole of my spirit has been conquered

Luminous shining celestial light
Dreams of you lift my soul to soar
Exuberantly jumping into the empty space
Embracing all and nothing, the quickest way to bliss is you, you, you!
For CBM of Dublin ❤️sent with a thousand kisses,. You know where to place them. Lips, nose, right cheekbone, bridge of nose, left collarbone, right collarbone, right eyebrow, center of forehead💋
IrieSide Dec 2022
I say Poetry,
It's my life story

Nothing contrived or made up
it's in the graceful
and everlasting
passage of time

present complexes
of a thousand suns
we gazed across the ocean
and met with intensity

find purpose in meaning
and truth in eternity

found my way, oh
this sacred path
of dripping words

for you, I write
and for all
They can't find me here.
M Salinger Feb 2022
I write to you
when I’m sad
but today,

I write to you from
all the
love and joy
that is
coursing through me.

From the place of opportunity
abundance I find myself in.

I miss you

but I no longer feel
by this longing.

I feel excited
and oddly

"the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again"

And it is the meeting
I find myself focused on.

The pain
of being

although there

is now more akin to
a faint smell that lingers on
well past when
you've left
the room.

This lingering reminds me I’m human.
And for that I am grateful.

no pain holds
in its grips

for I have turned myself
into water that easily slips
the cage meant to hold me.


Know that I am sending you love from my heart and warmth from my soul.

I hope this provides you
however brief.

Till we meet,
BEK Dec 2021
the echo of you
holds me
an anchor
i lie
strangled aground
GaryFairy Oct 2021
Dracula - "Blood is thicker than water". Plus, it already has all the good stuff a vampire needs.
I know that only my brain can send the signal to my cells that make me sick, and make me well. Good morning, and goodnight!!

Count Chocula - Chocolate milk is thicker than regular milk, plus it's chocolate! Good morning!

Rabbit - Trix are for kids!
Rated G
Romanian version available!

Believe it or not, I am sober
Where does solitude end
And the beauty of love begin?
We must allow our emotions to permeate
Our spiritual vestibule
Before rapture dawns
Like an empyreal gust
Within, upon, and throughout us,
Then our bliss will no longer be ephemeral,
It will be everlasting.

Someone on this existential expanse
Loves you
Beyond words, Beyond thoughts, beyond
Time & space,
With cosmic understanding;
Like, age-old supernovae
Radiating with stellar light
Until their macrocosmic romance
Waxes nebulous:
—Dust to dust.

You who are gleaning these words,
Contemplate your immortal value
As a living legacy
That Burgeons & blossoms beyond the day
Of your exodus from the Earthly Plane
For the soul is a seed
Radiating with the Eradia of Ages;
Therefore, shine
Until The Flora of Yore, Yggdrasil germinates within.

Lamentation makes you more loving,
Just, wise, and strong;
Yes, embrace every moment
That life brings
For Providence safeguards you
Within His Celestial ramparts.
"But the path of the righteous is like the bright morning light
That grows brighter and brighter until full daylight."
(Proverbs 4: 18) (NWTSE)

You have an undying will within you,
You are a vessel of sanctity
Intemerate & hallowed;
Yes, you have been set apart
For an ethereal crusade
With no known beginning &
An indeterminable end;
Exhale, you are Life, Love, and Liberty,
And a Spark of The Divine.

It is true, that you are the experiencer of
Your joys, your sufferings,
Your exultation, and your woes,
But you must ne' er forget
That you are not alone;
Therefore, walk forevermore
In the Baptismal Rays of The Sun
For you were borne with purpose,
O, Warrior of Light.
Excelsior Forevermore,

Sanders Maurice Foulke III

Hammad Nov 2020
Once more
Into the love
Into the never ending reign
- I'll ever know
Oh my! Oh my!
I am falling for you
Dante Rocío Nov 2020
I’ve been left alone in my class as I always am.

I observe how beige encrustings work on the ceiling humming electronically in this feeble light we have with our current weather like mistied silver with choked charcoal out of someone’s throat stoic with inexistent illness.

It seems to me I’m pressed with time to go out as I usually am
by some codexes
but I just can’t help being glued standing to my chair and watching with an unspecified wistfulness and melancholy as students’ bike
come and go here from above
and no one knows how many afternoons of watching or window sill standing I’ve spent like that,
where the window the teacher has every time overlooks one
of these trees only I keep in my mind’s eye
and all that with me included stays
abandoned (but not exactly morosely) to play the part of watch keepers lasting still
like pillars no one will account for.

And l felt how my shift there and the thing I and this room made chose you to be answered there.
And as I couldn’t help but keep carrying the conscience luggage with you within it so carefully whilst I was blending my abandoned singing there with how you might be transfixing yourself in perplexities of uncertainty.
And I’m telling you I read your text place just when it came, have been carrying you as my desired task to, as an injured animal yet with no degradation this state. I kept making a letter I would give inside my eyes and small fidgets of hands.

I wonder at how it is I who writes
and how it is You who writes.
One another.
On how often and long it takes to take the role of a vigilante of your everyday tad raising tad restricting institution when you’re the sole one who always stays behind, apart, in solitude, in every class, a dear one’s eyes waiting for your lips’ sign behind your back, and no one knows you’re the one and only not just sharing those empty spaces in every direction...
... but also the only one honoured with your little Venice from the highest, widest and largest window sill on the top of the building, adorned with marble like side gargoyles and the Sun teaching just at that altitude
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