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Is fifteen days too soon?
I think I might be starting to fall for you.
04.14.2021
Just Grace Feb 1
Rushes that come with risk:
some, get that with money
some, with the market
coming out the other end somehow exponentially
better off

For me
the buoyant thoughts
of all the possibilities open
coming out the other side
I do by gambling
love
by tossing in intrepid
change
by bluffing
emotions
by raising
mortal
risk
This
is the life worth gambling for
This
is the life I worth living

The Fearful, step aside
there are tides I need to ride
The Dybbuk Jan 26
The bible in my hand feels far too heavy.
I open to a random page, and realize that,
although it would make grandma happy,
I will never read it.
Still, when I sit down at the piano here,
I hear divinity in the music.
When I smoke **** on the hill outside,
and look up at the stars,
I feel the excitement, the awe, of being a tiny part of something
infinite.
So who is their God to disapprove?
I know the code to get into a church, and they have this beautiful piano so I play music in there a lot.
Jack Jan 13
I love you
I mean it when I say it
I mean it more than you know
I love you so much it hurts me to know you're sad or low

I just want

No I NEED you to be happy
Because you make me happy
You bring a light to my heart
You give me a pulse, something to spark a flame
Burning your smile into my brain
All because
I love you
**** dude I love her smile and I always want her to be happy and content in life.
JKirin Dec 2020
What is this? Mom, quickly, please tell me!
It's fluffy, and falling from heaven!  
Reminds me of insects or petals  
but sparkles like little white crystals –  
so bright and incredibly pretty.  
I have to now, instantly, get it!  
What is this thing? I simply must know!  
Mom! Dad!
          "Honey,"
                        "Dear, this is just snow."

Snow!

So cold was today, gloomy and grey  
that none of my friends wanted to play.  
Now it's all fluffy, snowy outside—  
there's no way I'm staying inside!
about the excitement of seeing snow for the first time
Arindam Barooah Dec 2020
uneasiness encore
tearing at the seams
all over me.

presence scruples
as your absence haunts
in the reality.

desire ignites
longing burns
bringing out passions deep within.

I feel
I strive to feel your
breath
whisper
touch
voice
essence
an undone trail you left
lingering every nook and corner.

the heart lies awake
flurry of excitements await
to quench the thirst of lustful longing.

you come to sew up
the undone you left
to enslave with your charms
to take my breath away.
Dave Robertson Dec 2020
A slight huff descends at today’s candy cane pic.
Those abstract blues,
lost along with childhood,
of time moving way too slowly.
Still a whole week of school to go,
stretching vast like an ice shelf,
with only a hint of impossibly brilliant things
in the far, far distance
Bobby Dodds Nov 2020
Who knew life would last so long.
so tedious and constant in aging.
( birth - one - two - … - dead )
And if someone knew how long it would last,
Why would they sign that contract,
on the dotted line on an oak desk with
all too important looking business men greedily grinning.
(the devils favorite disguise)

Who knew of the beating of the heart-
so exciting and focused on one lovely face.
(or set of lips)
Like a party with a spinning bottle,
Soon to be the pulse of the first date.
And first night cashed in bed,
rolled over from exhaustion- excitement.
(a steady rhythm takes on different meanings here)

Who knew that words would be so tough.
so damnable and lackluster
(until they line up just right.)
And poems a love-hate-multi-night-stand.
where we always bicker and fight,
but always come back for one more line.
or in my case,
nothing at all.
writing seems to be increasingly hard and unbearable- although just as excitable and confounding as always.
I guess somethings never change, although even that fact I doubt.

also, found a new poet whos style I'm currently in love and awe of-
next poem will be about them.
Dave Robertson Nov 2020
I roll your name around my tongue,
try it on for size and fit
and note the heart-flutter it gives me
before a gulp and swallow ingests you

I ponder and digest your vitamins
as sense prevails
and I return to business as usual
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