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Gabriel Jul 24
I prayed to get over it.
But another version of you keeps arriving—
each one softer,
each one saying things you never said
but I always wished you would.

That version sends visions.
Of one more dream
I can’t quite hold onto—
it dissolves the second I wake,
like breath on glass.

To dream versions of you
is to love you whole
in a world that lets me,
just for a moment.

And when those visions fade—
when the countless lives I live with you
go blur,
go quiet,
go still—

maybe that’s when it’s time
to stop chasing sleep.
Maybe it’s time
to make a life
where you and I
can finally
be one.
Emric Arthur Jul 22
What do you say when there’s nothing to see?
Where no boxes, tablets, windows of light
Can show our minds, memories and myths.

Who will tell us of the world?
Once again, a wandering band
No longer connected,
broke free of our copper strands.

We know of so much,
but never once spoke,
The lost art of narration,
Oh how the mighty fall in a night.
And yesterday’s trivial past times,
now the source of all healing and joy.

Speak loud your tale!

Our ears hungry and minds starved,
As greedy children we never once said,
Thank you mother, father,
for your stories before bed.

With so much we Gorged and devoured,
Before we realised we are always empty,
Time wipes away all that we hold

except!

for the storyteller,
The true judge of our history,
The holder of our truths.
It was this god you needed to please - for else,

who will know of your name?
Emric Arthur Jul 22
What is there to do?
As fires burn and hopes melt
What can I do?

With every day that passes,
A new dawn of destruction emerges,
For every bird song,
a million keys bashed
to the beat of the working day.

What will I do?
When my food is gone,
my home,
my work,
my car!

Where do we go?
When water, finally prescious,
Our immaculate containers,
no longer made,
scattered across the oceans carpet.

Why should I care?
When I won’t even be there!
I’ll surely outlive this tall tale of woe.

It is only I who does something.
Whilst others do nothing.
It’s pointless and futile,
doomed by despots in everyday clothing.

Hoaxes,
misinformation,
It’s blown all out of proportion,
Quacks,
sooth sayers,
falsehoods and lies,
to scare our children,
To darken our minds' skies.

You will regret it.
you will be the reason.
When we all suffer for your gross neglect.
Living it up on earths expense -
thinking only of yourself.

I bet you laugh whilst eating meats
dipped in fine black oils,
gargling, snorting, farting,
I hope you choke! - angry face

Oh how Respect has died an awful death,
Thrown into Mozarts grave,
Along with Reason,
Rationality,
Responsibility,

What can I do?
When none of you see,
The answers are here,
our hands hold the keys.
Show mercy, show care
find comforts in fertile earth,
for tomorrow, she may not soe,
Reuse, reduce, repair - share.

It is not I who can do it -
but we can.
We forget often that the small actions of the masses are what matters. Too often we blame someone else for our non action and rely on others to fix and mend our world. We have given up and decided nothing can be done, when we forget we are the ones that truly matter, our actions every day dictate tomorrows fate.
AC Jul 22
i told you "good night, i love you".
yet
i am not sleeping.

i am listening to the stars sing a song

a note
for every time i have thought of your fair, blush-drunk skin and
sweet, tender soul
melting and mixing with mine at the brush of fabric and shoulders and loud laughter in a space too public.
but i don't care.
i don't think you do either.

it might take four shots of ***** to feel that way again.
but
i only need to see you smile
and i know next morning i'll have a lovestruck hangover
and be changed for the next week.

this is the reason why
we should never, ever get married.
unless
this is simply what no one ever told me about real, raw, love
that hits you like a train
the cargo is sugar
bleeding red roses
and now i don't have to buy twelve at the store for nineteen ninety-nine.
first autumn chill freezing my toes inside my shoes while i wait after knocking at your front door
(we're going to the nice restaurant downtown.)
waking up to a tornado warning at five AM and my first thought is if you're okay,
opening the kitchen windows to the smell of fresh rain and you're texting me pictures of the rainbow.

falling asleep at long last

and at long last dreaming of you.


the stars are singing a song
and in my dream, curled up close next to you

i am singing too.
for the one and only Levi S. i love you so much and pray for the wisdom as often as I can to love you the best I can, by the grace of God, for now
and for eternity
even if it means someday letting you go on earth, or hopefully maybe even spending a true eternity. Who knows? ❤
Soul Jul 18
The Lake of Woes
brimmed with crimson blood,
as darkness stirs
in the kingdom of the dead...
Answer my question please...
Is the future of our mother green earth going to be this?
ProfMoonCake Jul 17
I am in love with tomorrow
The one where I swim oceans,
Write at a bistro in Paris,
Drown my sorrows in Bombay rains.
MacGM Jul 17
I am a broken oracle for myself.
My prophecies are all dreams in which I become lost.
My inner compass fails me as I unnaturally fall into lines too rigid to be true,
before dissipating into a fog that leaves me dazed.
When I arise I find my moments are repeating as though any future day is left perpetually pending.
All I now know is that my tomorrow is leaving itself unknown,
anonymous under a cloak of frailty.
silverstains on my ring finger
books annotated, written, and read by two
Gertrude Aletheia Juneau
board games and puzzles in dim light
small fists tugging the hem of your big shirt
minds thinking alike, lips speaking kind
Good morning, I love you, Good night
For the love reigning in my future. To my future husband, my future daughter, and the habitual rituals of love in our future home.
The future worries me:
all of the unknown possibilities.
Indecision overcomes my mind,
at the time I most need it precise.

I even cried tonight,
looking at a list of courses:
mystifying options that I may not have
if I can’t write the essay right
or get the shiniest recommendations.

So I am worrisome,
for the next month and year.

I am worrisome because I want nothing more
than to be part of that place,
and to belong among those people.
I have to start applying to universities and this is how I feel about that in this moment.
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