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Maria Jan 20
You are me, and a little bit more!
Voices are similar, skin color’s the same.
Eyes are like coffee, a real strong pair.
Whether it’s heaven’s favour or maybe the pain.

Our gait has the common habit.
We walk dancing measured thus,
Drawing the life’s rhythm firmly and surely.
This bit is known for two of us.

If you are the King, I am the Queen.
If you are right, I am left.
There’s no other playbook for us.
This is our unique fate.

I’m you, and a little bit more!
There’s no chance to fix it at all.
Thoughts and footsteps are lookalike.
I am equal to you once and for all.
Lit tunnels and less lit tunnels
Where is the light at the end?

I want the warmth of the train's headlights
And I want the conductor to feel bad
When his breaks don't work in time

Inescapable Death Upon Impact
You can try and lift both feet off the tracks
Hurl your torch into the groaning abyss
Pry the railway from the ground

Alas

What goes up
Must come down
Every flame that flares in
Must fade out
Tonight I'm remembering and mourning the loss of the great visionary Mr. David Lynch. I sometimes think I've come to accept death as a fact of life and therefore defeated grief, but Mr. Lynch is on that list of people who have it in them to remind me otherwise. It's felt a little like a part of my soul is missing, since his passing. One day (probably fairly soon) that feeling will also meet its end, maybe.
Maria Jan 19
I tripped up you as time wore on.
I foundered on your lying piety.
I came with you forgetting all.
I came to you against legality.

I trusted you inspite your silence.
I put behind all that I had.
Your stingy speech and thick-skinned temper
Were my salvation and no bet!

My world centered on you in whole.
It’s like I fell out of life.
I had no reason to go there
Where you were not with all your lies.

And what is now? I’m here again.
And there’s no peace around at all.
I stand here naked with damaged fate
And try to meet my shame to all.
Maria Jan 18
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
What’s happened to her?
Did it break a wing?
The bird flew,
The bird was tired,
The bird fall.
Bad luck is the thing.
No bread crumb,
No clear sky…
It’s all gone for her.
Such is the fate.
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
The bird is gone.
That is the end.
Syafie R Jan 17
The Beast broke free, love set him whole,
While I remain, a Phantom soul.
His curse was lifted, his heart now sings,
But my humanity only stings.

No mask of fur, no monstrous guise,
Just human hands and hollow cries.
A heart that yearns, a fate unkind—
A curse of flesh, a shattered mind.

The Beast found joy, his pain released,
But I, unmasked, am still the beast.
Syafie R Jan 15
Fusilli, born of southern light,

Curves like a dance,
spirals through the night.

Her taste, a delight,
her warmth so bright,

Yet he, unknowing, lost her in haste.

With rough hands, her essence slipped away,

A lesson learned too late, in disarray.
For hands unwise can turn gold to dust,

Now he watches, regret a quiet trust.

Some loves, like pasta, require time to rise,

A truth revealed beneath the southern skies.
rhyme weaver Jan 15
I feel him in the quiet—a hum in the air,
A pull so magnetic, so tender, so rare.
It’s more than a thought, more than a dream;
It’s the pulse of connection, the flow of a stream.

I feel his energy, his essence, his glow,
Because we are bound in a way only few can know.
Through lifetimes, through echoes, through veils yet unseen,
A love that transcends what has ever been.

I feel him standing tall, yet tender and raw,
Protecting his heart with a strength I admire in awe.
I can feel him closing so many chapters, the chapters of pain;
Breaking old cycles that no longer remain.

I feel him healing his inner child’s wounds,
Slowly finding the joy within life’s softer tunes.
Through the echoes of hurt, I can feel him learning to grow,
Turning his wounds into wisdom that shines and glows.

I feel him moving through shadows, unspoken yet clear;
Making choices in silence, shedding doubt and fear.
He’s untangling illusions, his soul reclaiming space.
He is transforming confusion with courage and grace.

I feel harmony blooming deep in his soul,
A rhythm of balance, a story made whole.
Twin flames igniting, a dance so divine.
We are two paths converging beyond space and time.

I thought I was dreaming, or maybe insane—
To feel his energy like a pulse in my veins.
How could distance not matter, nor time play a part?
Faith showed me the answers that lived in my heart.
For soulmates and twin flames will always defy
The bounds of logic, the limits of “why.”

I now know when his healing is steady and all illusions laid bare,
We’ll meet as one, in a love beyond compare.
I feel his presence in whispers of light,
Our energies merging through day and through night.

I feel his progress somehow, though words go unsaid—
The weight of his journey, the path he has tread.
It’s wild to imagine, but I know it’s so clear:
His quiet transformation speaks loud and sincere.

I feel his efforts, though they’re never declared—
The burdens he carries, the ways he’s repaired.
I’m so proud of his strength, the battles he’s won,
His courage, his grace, the work he’s begun.

And although I feel excited—and it’s hard to wait—
I know we both still have some healing to grow and create.
So, I look forward to when our journey will finally start:
A life intertwined, connected at heart.

One day, we’ll step into forever—a love so divine—
Two hearts reunited: your soul and mine.
1.15.25
Syafie R Jan 14
Life, mean—

Unkind it seems.

A battle fierce,

A shattered dream.

Yet in the dark,

A spark still gleams,

And through the storm,

Mankind redeems.
How do you feel,
as you carry on?

Is life meant for you,
or mean all along?
As this is an interactive poem, I’d love your thoughts on the question it poses.
rhyme weaver Jan 12
I see you in the quiet hours,

In dreams that speak of endless power.

A love unbound by time or place,

Written in stars, etched in grace.

We are meant to grow together,

Roots entwined, despite the weather.

Not torn apart by winds of doubt,

But nourished by the love we sprout.

This time apart has fanned the flame,

A fire that burns stronger, completely untamed.

Distance can’t dim what’s meant to be,

It only sharpens the pull of destiny.

I know the weight you carry inside,

The battles you face, the tears you hide.

Depression whispers lies in your ear,

Telling you love is something to fear.

You leave our connection, return to her;
Caught in a cycle of what feels safer.

But I know this is self-sabotage’s call,

Because what we have feels too strong, too raw.

The unknown is scary—I understand too,

For I’ve also feared what’s too good, too true.

Your choice to leave was meant to ignite
growth in us both; a guiding light.

We were meant to heal and grow apart,

So we could come back stronger in heart.

I see the work you’ve done to reflect,

To grow, to change, to self-correct.

Be proud of all the steps you’ve made,

For each one brings light to the path you’ve laid.

No one is perfect—I’ll never judge

Your thoughts, your choices, your hesitant nudge.

To me, you are perfect the way you are,

A soul aligned with mine; a guiding star.

All I want is to help you achieve
the fullest potential I know you’ll receive.

Divine timing whispers, "Wait, be still"
;
The universe aligns when we let go of will.
Each worry dissolves in the present’s embrace;
A sacred pause, a slower pace.

You are my mirror, reflecting truth;
A bond that deepens and uncovers youth.
Every moment apart, a lesson learned;

Every tear shed, a fire that burned.

I no longer beg the stars to align.

I trust the rhythm, the grand design.

Our paths converge when hearts are clear;

Love flows freely when freed from fear.

So I release the weight of the need to control.
I trust the universe to make us whole.

In divine timing, we will reunite;
Our souls forever drawn to the light.

For we are meant, I know it’s true;

To find each other, to start anew.

Hand in hand, through joy and strife;

Growing together, a soulmate life.
1.12.25
Etherwise Jan 10
I can’t help but notice
Some twinkle in your eye;
Your thoughts now are subtle,
But I’ll see through, by and by.

I know how you’ll act
Once you get the right chance.
You'll do just as expected--
And with fate you will dance.
Taboo is a card game where players get a word and have to describe it without using any of the "taboo" words. Mine were: Future, Foresee, Happen, Later and Knowledge.
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