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xin Jun 27
his lover is like a galaxy

with the way his tears glisten with constellations;

and when he smiles (but rarely so),

there would be starlight in his eyes.



his lover is like a rainbow,

showcasing a myriad of colours and emotions,

and he can never quite get enough of them.



his lover is like dawn and dusk,

like the soft pink sunlight that often warmed his heart,

and the dusty twilight skies

that held countless stars.



his lover is warm cotton sheets,

soft robes and cooling breezes.

his lover is comforting hugs,

tiny kisses, and whispered declarations of love.



his lover is everything to him;

most importantly,

his lover is his home.
he feels the most at home in his lover's arms
bands of large fluffy clouds
drifted so slowly eastward
en route to the coast
Donna Apr 1
I had a poem
it paused for a minute then
it floated away
:) I was in garden relaxing and was inspired by the lovely warm sun and birds so I  went to write it down than wham it wouldn’t come out,  mind had forgotten it as quickly as I was inspired to write it , ah well it happens here and there ***
My indifferent shelf of admonition
Sets a precedent for a series of irrational
predilections,
Particularly, drops of consumable poison

This poison, you see, induces tranquility
But instills aggressiveness into your
psyche
My words are incoherent and
blurred like my deteriorating mind

My indifferent shelf of admonition
Sets a precedent for a series of
broken shards in the glass of life,
Particularly, drops of poison that
kills us to make us feel alive

One bottle of blithe at a time



Melody
3/6/19
Keep those bottles up on those shelves.
When you lay there
thinking your life does not matter,
every exhalation meaningless
every unfaltered lub dub wasted.
Go out there
and make a difference in someone's life.

Help,
be compassionate
give yourself a sense of purpose.

Because it is then
when you will breathe life
into your life.

When you will find
yourself grounded and rooted
rather than swaying like the wind
and allowing time
to slip like grains of sand unnoticed.

Allow fluffy clouds
of magical wisps
to fill your head
and propel you forward
to fill you with color
and life.

So choose to bring peace and joy
to someone else and yourself
for you will not be just be surviving
but bringing significant difference
in your own beautiful way.
K Balachandran Dec 2018
Proud, puffed up  nimbus,
See now: sparse, fluffy pieces;
The wind gathers speed!
Rachel Watson Jun 2018
I feel like there’s something wrong;
You’ve been distant lately.
I admit I’ve been distant too,
but it’s because I don’t want to
bother you.

You always want to know if I’m: upset, angry or sad.
But you’d never tell me if you were feeling like that.
If you ever need to talk,
I’ll be here.
You know that.

I don’t want this to be a one way road,
but one going back and forth.
I need you but do you need me to?
Do you realise how much I care about you?
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K Balachandran Jun 2018
fluffy white clouds play,
sun, their doting mother watches;
darkness: not in thought!
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