You may know, who I am    
I only know, who I’m not
Nothing else matters.
Theme: Lost in transition.
lins Feb 3
staring at the ceiling fan
as I lay on this couch
now too short for my growing legs
I hear your call from the kitchen

always cheery and welcoming
I think back on all the days
spent listening to you cooking away
endearing how you can be so loud

there have been many late nights
spent relaxing in this living room
watching trashy reality tv
that mom never let me watch at home

your familiar touch reaches over the couch
and softly brushes the top of my head
flowery perfume follows the gesture
and I glance up to meet your eyes

I don’t think you realize
how much I love your smile
how much you have impacted my life
or how much you mean to me

your eyes reflect the life you’ve lived
your attitude parallels your youth
only showing your age
through your weathered hands

your home smells of coffee
and antique furniture
in the most comforting way
and I never want to leave

this is my second home
made perfect by your love
unconditional and pure
supporting me always

my sweet grandmother
you never cease to amaze me
with your unending generosity
and kindness from deep within

as I walk out your door today
I know I’ll always return
you smile as you hug me goodbye
and whisper in my ear
the phrase from you we always hear

“Love You The Most”
for my mimi
I feel sorry for her. I truly do.

She thinks that it's only her, that I'm no longer a recurring thought in your head. How wrong she is. I know without a doubt in my mind, if I somehow appeared in your bedroom and you were guaranteed that she would never find out . . . well we both know what you'd pick. All of those I love you's and it's only you's that you tell her would be thrown away in exchange for our clothes thrown and scattered across the floor. I say this because it will never happen again, even though I'm sure you wouldn't mind if it did. The difference now is that I choose me and I no longer want you. I no longer WANT you. Why would I? Someone who is so easily able to kiss me and then immediately go home to someone else. But wait, I haven't gotten to the most horrific part yet. You are able to kiss her without the SLIGHTEST taste of regret or remorse on your lips.

How do I know that? Because you used to do that with me.
Somi kaushik Jan 25
The familiar sky became unaware
Twinkling stars are kept in the air
Necessary talks became unnecessary memories
God knows who call them stories
The colour of your love still remains the same
Just like an unplayed game
Stara Jan 23
The familiar
through time and space
can become so strange

The love
still there
but the energy received
is so

You are still you
but you make me feel

You speak
but don't do
like so many
but coming from you
is strange

It is strange
you won't meet me
or is that just the same

When and why
have you become
Lana Eve Jan 20
I must confess

I had sex with my ex, yesterday

It isn't exactly what I intended on

Their warm body fit mine like a broken in baseball glove
I don't expect much to come of it
I'm learning to not expect much of

We enjoyed each other's energy

As I ran my fingers through their hair

Like I did before

So frequently

                                 But this time it was different

This time, I didn't care of tomorrow
Wondering if I could do this again
Wondering if I could keep them forever

                Instead, I recognized the beauty in a moment

I was grateful for their being

I was grateful for their fruit
To let my tongue dance

With the idea that forever is the ugly sister
Misused, abused, and forgotten

    Due to the only constant that her sister Change, will always win
Emily Miller Jan 19
a haze of mist pins the cold to the ground.
Moving through it gathers the moisture on my brow
and it drips,
so slowly that it gathers the heat and salt from my skin
and it feels familiar,
as familiar as my own tears.
So familiar is it
that it's almost a comfort
and I do not wipe them from my cheeks.
The heavy air muffles sounds,
transporting me back to my childhood
when broken ears muddled every note,
and I am lulled,
my walk sways,
my coat warms,
and the slow shuffle through grass
in my worn, leather boots,
becomes as comforting as the gentle undulation
of a rocking chair
or a mother's womb.
A healthy musk wafts upwards when my boots cut through the hay on the floor of the coop,
and the content clucking of the hens encourages me,
my hands rooting through the wood shavings,
and there they are,
smooth and shaped to perfection,
the rich brown that makes my stomach grumble in anticipation.
I place my treasures in the folds of my skirts,
and turn to leave,
sighing as I acquiesce to a return to a harsher realm,
far beyond my dear, grey faery world,
with lichen-covered tree bark,
and wordless creatures for company.
Uses fresh, perceptive
and memorable language
to reveal the mystery
of familiar things.
the clouds are floating
some days i try to catch them
but my grip is loose
so i learn to release
these reminders of you
and love that seems
within my reach
but i am a fool for drifting
and i have grown familiar
to the mastery
of breach
and love is here
just trying to teach
me and my past selves
the meaning
of ease

— Sun struggles
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