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ibraheem 43m
Wooden,
hardened,
treated as a door with none but emptiness beyond.

Walk through me, pass through the scented door.
Cherish the ever so little sanctuary the door provides.
Hold dear to the beautiful scents of the door.

A door holds no lasting imprint on those walking through it,
yet every grip on the handle leaves a stain.
Some are what you carry along,
others merely a passerby.

How have I gone from one to the other?
Taught by life, for if your back is to a wall, none must stab it.
How must I live when eternal bonds know not the path to my heart?

Forever stained by the shadow of solidarity,
protected from the burning warmth I once craved,
bare to the cold I once hated.

Truly, time is all.
idk what it is but it's what i feel about graduating
The cigarette burns, I watch it fade,
Like the smoke that loops, like the love we made.
Infinity twists in the cold night air,
Mocking the "forever" that led me here.

She’s gone, but I still wear her ghost,
Clinging in nicotine, stitched in my sleeves.
The scent of goodbye lingers the most—
Smoke stains stay, but she had to leave.
kris 3d
Kingdoms fall and empires fade,
Once great but now the world forsakes.
Look instead on those unseen,
For earthly things will lose their sheen.
flora cash Feb 28
you’re the ghost
of the younger you
as you float
down the stairway

catch your eye
you crack a smile
we sit and pine
for a while

down the drain
pour the coffee that
we didn’t drink
too cold

hear the girl
in the stereo
singing tunes
from long ago

don’t lie to me my friend
are we really at the end?
should’ve dressed for the event
but i know we’ll meet again

i’ll wear something black and red
you’ll apply my favorite scent
and if still we both forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end

i’m the wraith
of the younger me
as i joke
to see you laughing

hear the boy
on the radio
as your gaze
meets the door

don’t lie to me my friend
are the waves upon the sand?
they may rip you from my hand
but i know we’ll meet again

and i’ll wear my darkest cape
you’ll put on your finest lace
and if still we should forget
then i’ve loved you ’til the end
Maryann I Feb 23
A child’s laugh, a dandelion’s flight,
The first soft touch of morning light.
A hummingbird’s wings, a sigh in the breeze,
The rustling hush of autumn trees.

The way your fingers brush through mine,
The sweetness held in borrowed time.
Happiness hums in the simplest things,
In teacup warmth and sparrow wings.

The world may rush, the clock may race,
But joy is found in time’s embrace.
A fleeting glance, a quiet tune,
The silver glow beneath the moon.
4. The Beauty of Small Moments
Mishika Feb 16
Butterfly and Rose
Out of his cocoon,
Tiptoed a butterfly.
Young and naive,
He soared through the sky.

Up and down
And through the canopies
He flew towards
The most beautiful sight.

Caught up in the charms
Of Rose’s soft petals,
He rushed to touch her,
Unaware of her thorns.

But alas,
There wasn’t a way
That she could tell him
About her deadly thorns.

She watched as he fell
Into the loams,
The ephemeral love in his arms,
Inevitably to wither away.
Vianne Lior Feb 9
Her name was a whisper,
drowned in the noise of my thoughts—
I could almost hear it,
but never quite enough.
Faith Cubitt Feb 8
I still see you in my dreams sometimes, like echoes in my head of something familiar.
paper was my new best friend, it listened as i laced my words with pain and beauty, heartbreak and desire.
'we still could be' was the last thing you said before I walked away.
(that's right, i walked away this time)
I knew the what the words you said meant. the silent question mark lingering in the air.
but I couldn't bring myself to answer.... not then.... so I'll answer now.
I could love you till the sun stop's shinning and the moon stop's rising. but the truth to us is we were never meant to last that long.
we were stubborn and messy, young and reckless.
but I can still miss you, dream and write about you.
but when you said 'we still could be' somewhere deep in my heart  knew, and answered for me.
maybe in another life we could be something we weren't supposed to be in this one.
Immortality Feb 7
Sky so blue,
we walk as one.

Wind so soothing,
our fingers brush.

Eyes so deep,
I couldn't return.
Or maybe,
loved, then lost.
POV- You were unable to look away from her/him.....
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