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Valentin Eni Dec 2024
Anatomically

If you were to remove my tongue,  
I would still have  
The pen and the inkwell.  

Ontologically

If you were to take out my tongue,  
And the pen from my hand,  
I would still think, feel, and live my poetry.  

Ethically

If you were to tear out my heart,  
What use would I have  
For the pen and the inkwell?
kokoro Dec 2024
do you ever feel like your incapable of loving,
because you feel like you could never love someone like you used to love another?
like your fear has made a bar that you can touch but not surpass,
like nothing will ever match how you used to feel?
Jolan Lade Dec 2024
You say tell me everything
And i tell you everything

I say tell me more, and you say less
Make me regret I told you so much
You made a mess of me with your touch and your ways
But I knew you would, I've known for more than just hours and days
I've known for so many years, that one day you would break me
I knew what fool you would make me
But I let you, because you gave me bliss
But promise me, let me go with a soft hug, and a heartfelt last kiss
Jolan Lade Nov 2024
The air is cold
The dirt is too
But the bench is warm
When I'm sitting next to you
Ariannah Nov 2024
It's killing me
I swear you're ******* with my mind
Cause just the way you make me feel
Just by looking in my eyes

And then they'll fall off your face
And start admiring your body
But I'm too shy to look your way
I'm just hoping you'd be mine
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
I feel
an angel’s touch, so soft, so near,
a mountain crumbles,
its roar I hear.

I see
the shadows carved by lightning’s glow,
the light of a seed
in the earth below.

I hear
the silence stretched across the years,
curses rising from the graves
through tears.

I believe
in the stain of a demon’s dark embrace,
in the power of words
to claim their space.

I know
who will bear the weight my cross demands,
why the world bleeds
through trembling hands.

I feel
the steps that lead me closer to my breath’s last bend,
the touch of an angel
before the end.

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I Feel
(Alternative translation I)

I feel
an angel's touch upon my skin
I feel once more
a mountain crashing, tumbling in

I see
the shadows lightning leaves behind
I see anew
the light within a seed confined

I hear
the silences an age has kept
I hear again
the curses rising from the crypt

I trust
the foulness that a demon breeds
I trust still more
the power that resides in deeds

I know
who'll bear the cross that's meant for me
I know as well
why bleeds the heart of all we see

I feel
how many steps till death I tread
I feel once more
an angel's touch upon my head
(Originally written in Romanian.) The poem engages all the senses to convey a feeling of transcendence and existential struggle. The contrast between life and death, light and darkness, is a central motif.
This poem presents a journey of awareness, moving between sensory experiences and spiritual reflections. The angel at the beginning and end bookends the work with a spiritual framework, suggesting a reliance on faith amidst the chaotic contrasts of existence. The use of sensory verbs ("feel," "see," "hear") is immersive, pulling the reader into the speaker's evolving realization of mortality and existence.
morningdew Nov 2024
What is love, you ask?
you ask what this all means?
You're asking me to try and find
Where this love is?

Some say, it's simple
they say it's very plain
Some say it's like deadly poison
with lots and lots of pain

Some say

Love comes to you
Unless, you reach out first
Try to keep it in your heart
Your heart itself will burst

Some say, yes

Love will come
It will be right here
But try to catch it with your hands
And love will disappear

Some say

You can chase it
Not knowing when to stop
You may run right past
forgetting what it even was

You can spend your life
running after love
Never knowing, it's left behind
Not in front

What is love, you ask?
I cannot say
As I have yet to feel
Such love come my way
morningdew Nov 2024
What is a life,
with no fail?
It is a ship
That cannot sail

What is a life,
with no pain?
It is a life
That has no gain

What is a life,
with no risk?
It is a body
That's frail and weak

What is a life,
where no one's ill?
It is a life
You cannot feel
Vicente Chavez Nov 2024
You go down just like holy water
Not just another shot of ****** marry
Gin or whiskey
Like fine wine from the purist distillery
I can get drunk without being lonely
Your beauty never really scared me
I’ll die by your cross happily
Knowing you’ll rise more beautifully
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