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anotherdream Feb 2018
You’re holding back,
Afraid of effects.
It will never last,
Not if you left.

I know it’s hard,
I’ve felt it too,
I’ve seen your scars,
But I still want you.

Yeah you’ve got problems,
But I’m not counting.
Ignored as I saw them,
But you never found me,

Taking a glance,
Only a peek.
But maybe by chance.
You’ll really see,

I’m not in for the feeling,
Just want you to be loved.
Cause you need the healing,
You need the hugs.

Don’t want the attention,
Unless it’s with you.
Cause you’re who I mention,
You are the glue.

You stick in my mind,
Like a rhyme on repeat,
Love every line,
Just makes me sing.
She makes her flaws become perfections... S.B. <3
Cece Feb 2018
A tired hug early in the morning,
drowsy and uncoordinated,
but starts the day nicely.
Like a cup of tea,
mellow and lovely.

A wet hug,
filled with tears, tears, and more tears.
A comforting embrace
that no one wants to let go of
or experience again.

A happy hug,
one that happens out of joy
for something or another.
Like a lemon drop,
sweet and filled with innocent happiness.

A desperate hug,
the kind when the world is falling apart
and the only thing you have is each other.
Arms wrapped tightly,
a hug in circumstances no one wants.

A hug that isn't desperate, but still needed.
Those that you never want to leave,
that say the words you can't.
The ones you hold on to,
that you bury your head into.

A goodbye hug.
The worst kind.
Filled with regrets, words never said.
As agonizing as they are,
there is no worse thing than
not being able to give one.
Karisa Brown Jan 2018
Slow sinks
Toilet brinks
Shishkaboobs
Prison walls

Insane melodic mix
Of hourglasses
Set on empty

How many vertabreas
Will you hit on today

Tired
Weary
Never
Too much
Never or
Nothing

Birth
Light
Life smells again

Nice
Sweet
Burst of
Hueish Ranges
Cascade
Down
My eyelids
Like utopias
ARRIVALS

An end
A peace
A wet willow
Tree

Alone
Desolate
Frozen
I stay for hours

Confused
In dark
No end
No START

Just known
Just Alone

Hoping to be
Brought Up again
From births springs
By a latent
Mystery man
One who will teach me that ashes aren't the worst thing I could sift within

To breathe in parasites
Let them swirl around
In your room for a bit
and blow back the soote
Of burdens past mistook

And sit with them all
And watch them run wild
Pick one of your favorites
And ask him to stay for a while

Share a verse or two
Please ask him to wipe
Away the voodoo
At The Door

Who could ask for
Anything More
all for you Jan 2018
You look like home
Like my dad’s hugs
And my mom’s kisses
And family cuddles

You look like home
Like the beaten down couch
And my brother’s music
And my sister’s paintings

You look like home
Like dark orange walls
And just a little too cold
And with some hard edges

You look like home
Like the torn up garden
And my dog’s face when we leave
And winds whistling around the corners

You look like home
And I don’t want to go home
Why couldn't you have made me a new home? // love always
I feel piece on your voice,
And i love when you smile,
I can stand look to you for hours,
And quiet for so long.
I feel safe on your body,
And i love when you hold me on your arms,
I can stand feel your heart beat for hours,
Quiet for so long.
I feel loved when you kiss my forhead,
And you can keep do it,
Quiet for so long.
-d.***
Sadia Dec 2017
Running into your arms gives me that warm, familiar sensation of what it feels like to be home.
DCgirl Nov 2017
A cup of coffee
And a non platonic friend
I can cuddle with.
Brrr November's never been this cold before! PLEASE pay attention to climate change, folks. The poem may be silly but global warming is not!
Mary Frances Nov 2017
Many times I've been alone just reminiscing
Of kisses and hugs and what could have been
Of looks and touches and many Ifs
Of strokes and curves and things we would miss.

Many times I've been caught off guard
When forgetting seems to be so hard
When someone mentions your name
When I'm doing things we've done the same.

Those were the times we had.
The times when we're still mad.
And that's how they will remain.
Our reminder to keep us sane.
Aleeza Nov 2017
dreaming has always been
part of the fragments of who I am
used to trace storybooks on thin paper
trying to find a way
to recreate the beauty of it
I would tape posters on my walls
princesses and all those ideas I found
trying to will myself to be like them
chanting that I will find me within them
as I drifted off

and when I fell for the first time
all my dreams would come back
running its fingers through my hair
and whispering sweetness I forbade

and that was when I found words
letting them immortalize the dreams
that would haunt and taunt and sing
showing me a world that I wanted to touch
and yet was pulled away from

I met you and they started making sense
as the touch of the faceless  are echoed in yours
as your smile feels like coming home
as all the whispers soared into a song

yet I couldn’t understand
how writing you wasn’t easy
how putting all my dreams into words turned daunting
the more I let myself fall from the graces of heaven

so here I am now
with what I cannot let myself forget
the dreams I can never admit I had
with your face tattooed in my mind
and your name like stardust in my veins

I dreamt about how the mornings would be
the sunlight forgiving as it lit up your mouth
the coffee I never liked less bitter that day
as we giggle into each other’s shoulders
and I try to find a rhythm in tapping your skin

I dreamt about taking deep breaths
right before plunging into a sea
the saltwater stings and our laughter rings
our hair and our eyes spilled ink in the blue

I dreamt of lazy days in a cramped space
blasting the music we loved years ago
slipping on newly-scrubbed floors
cookies in an oven and a book in hand
our bodies finding odd ways to dance

I dreamt of rain on windows
as we drive around the town
going down streets we never knew
watching as the city lights sparkled
and snuggling up in our too-thin hoodies

I dreamt of long days that would end in hugs
holding all my tired bones
listening to my drowsy words
not admitting that I am tired as I nod off
goodnight kisses with my penguin pajamas on

random dinner dates at new food places
trying to survive spicy challenges
chugging down milkshakes and water
and laughing at our faces

holding hands on train rides
whispering jokes we stole from somewhere
sharing earphones and an overplayed playlist
making up stories about strangers

and as I look at your name in my contacts
I realize that it has been weeks, months maybe
since our words really meant anything to each other
since I could still remember your smile
because I remember dreams
but not the person in them
and you are but a faceless one yet again
in all those that still try to pull me in
and I understand now

you will only be a dream.
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