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August Jun 4
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i wish i understood myself
but i just don't know what to do
Waking up before dawn
The air seems to be made of
g l a s s
Satin curtains hang from a window,
Wind seeping in through the
c r a c k
Memories stick like honey
Resonating in my head, a
d r e a m
Wondering what might've become of those things,
As I lay there half
a s l e e p
But the world seemed so different
Dull things were changed to
a r t
So I concluded, it is quite an odd feeling
To wake up with a stranger's
h e a r t
Beulin S S Oct 10
Bee and flower

They love each other...

honey abducted from the hive;

Bloomed flowers beheaded...

They love each other;

Both departed without farewell...

Love exists in sweetness and fragrance;

Used by us, their love is our bait.
Love between bee and flower turns as a bait for humans
S R Mats Oct 8
We climb the stars
Make honey in our hearts

Mad as a jackrabbit
We leap into dark holes

Walk among winged creatures
Quiver in our skins

And swear that we can fly
Feather-light on love alone
(Love can make us act crazy and think that we have superpowers!)
Allesha Eman Sep 30
In a moment of serendipitous sweetness
You grimace bitterly,
you do not like walking down paths
covered in roses.
You would rather wallow alone,
Coughing up reasons
to be angry at this shallow world,

But it follows you buzzing
even when you’ve muted your colours.
Karly Codr Sep 30
i shouldn't be sitting here
crying in bed
thinking about your eyes
the honey color that outlines your iris
and slowly fades into copper
and is outlined in the darkest of browns
but i sit here
knowing i will never see them again
because you are gone
Kitten Yvad Sep 28
"You melt away (from cold)
            yes, you

             like sweet raw honey;
            

      a whole jar of you I'd like placed
              in warm water


            by morning."
repost of this poem from May;

thoughts about feelings about things I let myself feel so deeply half way into the second month of quarantine. 06.15
MayC Sep 17
what if I told you
I saw a lioness with fire eyes?

what if I told you
I witnessed the collapse of a marble empire?

what if I told you
I saw ashes floating from a soul burned by passion?

what if I told you
I saw an ice-cold Phoenix raising from snow?

what if I told you
I saw a canary so joyful its melody charming even the shyest of sun rays?

what if I told you
I saw a golden but poisonous rose?

what if I told you
I saw waterfalls coming down from blue and green galaxies?

what if I told you
I saw honey dripping from a dark heart?

what if I told you
I saw a diamond so rare that its brilliance scared even the lightning?

would you believe me?
would you think I'm lying or fantasising or even creating metaphors of imagination?

but
what if I told you
to look in the mirror?
what if you see
what I once saw?
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