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That Sunday
When I was running around with a headache, a tired body, questionable hormone levels and with the desperate idea of sleeping early.

Ended up in your bed...
Don't know if it was because of the chemicals in my blood or the feelings I've been trying to compress.

But I felt the sweet breeze of peace in the bedsheets, in between your arms, in your greenish eyes, in your nervous laugh, and in the air of the room, we've been sleeping together for some time.

I'm begging it's not an illusion or a cruel game that my mind is playing.

Cause it's almost like...
Feeling free in a prison
Sleeping in the middle of the day
Smelling flowers in the office
or taking a day off...

Scared, nervous, maybe a little crazy...

Doesn't really matter since I lost myself in the fantasy of being with you... every second of every day.
Kynzie Adler Jul 2019
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Please proceed.
But a warning-
Do proceed with care.
It takes a lot of courage to put one's self out there,
Out onto the open air,
Do not discourage,
do not hate,
What one art means to one person
Is not all around the same.
Something you despise
could be another's solace,
So I plead with you:
Criticize all you please,
But keep your slanders
tucked in a far corner in your mind
To later be thrown out
With the other thoughts unkind.
This writing is simple,
That much I know,
Just take a deep breath and
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Let the negativity go.
From my book 'And We All Return to Dust'
Jamie Jul 2019
Sometimes I  feel lost
And so under stress
That I take too much
Of the fear I have

Of being myself

I take it and rub it all over my body
Like a protective layer from the bees of judgements stinging me all over
Greg Piegari Jun 2019
With Love, comes work
With work, comes effort
With effort, comes happiness
Quinn May 2019
You
You've tangled yourself
Within my heartstrings
My love for you
Is everlasting
Malatesh Mar 2019
I set myself on fire,
crackling skull, made out of the wood with which
they carved the faces of old gods.
Their tears, my oil.
My ember eyes,
sparks in my breath seek your heart
Oh dear friend,
I beg you for only one thing 'today'.
Bury my ashes far from the river,
far from the riches, in the belly of desert,
where they sowed salt
for I will stand there and spread my arms
and hold the nests of sweet singing birds
and whisper through the breeze,
while they carve their faith out of my heart
to keep their dreams warm 'tomorrow'
alisha Mar 2019
where do we go from here,
from this broken fort?
who do we fall into,
after bleeding on cupid's court.

don't follow to close,
for you'll catch my sad remorse.
slam your door,
on my aching warmth.

let me dip in Lethe,
to forget my woes.
take a shallow breath,
who are you? only heaven knows.
ImpliedLines Feb 2019
To sacrifice for others.
Shows more than selflessness.
More than pain.
But always.
Through crushed spirits .
And the emptiness of our souls.
Sacrifice is love ...
This is my first!!
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