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Joshua Jackson Dec 2023
I never liked kissing her
Until I kissed him and
His breath tasted like hers.

I 'spose it's the culmination
Of decay, plaque, cigarettes
And a mouth that's gone
Without brushing since
Who even knows when.

Such a joy to learn to love
The ugly after it reveals you
Too are ugly, ****** breath
Tasted just like fermented
Roses. Lips folding over another
My tongue begrudgingly knotted
'Til realising this was the moment
I lived, the kiss we both initiated

But ******* I didn't want to miss her
On that particular day.

Ofcourse I never mentioned anything
To either of them.
Anais Vionet Dec 2023
My toughest tests are over,
and now that things have slowed,
I find myself quickly sliding,
into Christmas vacation mode.

It’s a shame you’re not with us,
everywhere we go,
because we could pretend,
that there was mistletoe.

A chorus, in the food court
asked, “Mary did you know?”
And the mozzarella, on my pizza,
seemed a symbolic snow.

The traffic to the mall was CrA-crazy,
the Uber moving glacially slow,
what we could have done, with that wasted time,
would have been sublime - under some mistletoe.

With my agenda slack, I’m almost packed,
I’ve got a thistle of something stowed.
And one of the things it will be swell to delve,
are the licentious uses of mistletoe.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: Delve = examine a something in detail
Coleen Mzarriz Dec 2023
Soft saccharine kisses and the way you held my hand—the gleam of the sun were clenched by the wistful glamour of your lips; and I stare at you, my dawn in the midnight sky.
 
Your countless palaver I can hear, forever lost in the starry eyes of yours—a nest of novice thoughts—I smile at you, my rather gauche. You were a dreamy night, and I was an afternoon tea—flat-out boring and tasteless. But I am also a poet, and you were my muse.
 
I was a copper, and you were jet black with charming brown eyes—and so I thought, “He’s so pretty, I could cry. He’s so dreamy, I could call him mine.”
 
If only I could give you these angelic kisses and let you feel these unearthly lips, lulling you with reverie and the dizzying glow of mid-December. The moon looks over us, and all he can sense is my longing, longing, longing.
I wish I could give you anything you want, the life you prefer, even the dying stars and the bright moon.

I wish you kind and beautiful days, my dear friend. My orange cat.

Song inspired me to write this: Midnight Sky - Unique Salonga
Temporary home, I'll be all alone.
Roses in gardens all is filled with poison thorns.
Nose bleeds, no breath, my dreams turn to storms.

Wake me up to the sound of your voice.
You'll come over? the sky turns white.
Meet me there tonight, I'm not up to another fight

Kisses taste like sorrow as bridges stay hollow.
Loves bites bleed, I'm yours indeed
Nothing guaranteed, yet you know I'll follow.

How come bruises are mistaken for kisses?
Behind the curtains it all lies.

By: Zoulaikha
How can bruises be mistaken for kisses?
Anais Vionet Oct 2023
25
It’s Monday afternoon, the first day after Fall Break. Several of my suitemates are here, relaxing a bit before we hit the dining hall and then scatter, like debris from a bomb. There are a zillion things to do on campus, on any given night. Lisa and I are going to a seminar, Anna and Sunny are going to a Uni play and Leong’s going to see a documentary.

Leong was hunched over a cup of dark tea, reading ‘J-14’ magazine. “Do any of you guys think Travis Kelce is hot?” She asked, not looking up. Leong subscribes to several ‘teen’ magazines, like ‘J-14’, ‘Girls' World’ and ‘Girl’s Life.’ She says that Yale is her chance to be the ‘American teenager’ she could never be at home (Macaw, China). We’d make fun of her if we didn’t all read them after she finished, and they were lying around.

“No,” said Lisa and I about the same time as Anna and Sunny said, “Yeah,” to varying degrees.
“Did you think he was hot before he started dating Taylor?” she asked, pushing the enquiry even further. “No,” said Lisa and I repeated in unison - we had this down now.
“He wasn’t on my radar,” Anna admitted. Sunny said, “Yeah, same here.”
“Why do YOU think he’s hot?” Leong asked Sunny (who’s fem-facing).
“I can appreciate a hot guy,” she said, sounding a little defensive, “as someone who could draw hetero interest.”

Then Lisa reported, from head down in her textbook, “Your mouth retains the DNA of everyone you ever kissed.” She looked up and asked me, how many guys have you kissed?
“You mean politely kissed or Deep-kissed,” I asked back, tilting my head, sticking out my tongue and slobbering it around, like a dog eating peanut butter.

“They mean French-kissed,” she replied, rescanning the last paragraphs as I calculated.
“So, the five guys I dated, but we used to play ‘spin the bottle’ at parties too.. so.. 25?” I said.
“You ****!” she laughed. “I have my truth,” I updogged, “How about you?”

“I’d forgotten ‘spin the bottle,’ Lisa admitted, recalculating.. “Yeah, 25 sounds about right.”
“Leong?” she asked Leong. “Two,” Leong answered instantly.
“Anna?” she asked Anna, so Lisa was going completely around the room with this survey.
“25 sounds right” Anna answered, “including spin,” (the bottle).
“Sunny?” Leong asked Sunny. “A HUNDRED,” I said, hijacking Sunny’s answer, and everyone chuckled. Every Friday night Sunny brings a different girl home to ‘spend the night.’ It’s rather impressive.
“A few,” Sunny answered, shrugging nonchalantly, “A girl doesn’t kiss and tell.”
“I’ve got a calculator,” Anna said, “if you change your mind,” holding her phone up like an offer.
Our seminar: "The Evolution of Protein Dynamics and its Exploitation for Enzyme and Drug Design" *****This was actually a very interesting talk. They figured out how to inhibit 'protease' enzymes (catalyst proteins) which *** cells need to develop in order to mature. Protease blocking prevents the *** virus multiplying. ******* genius.*****
Anna & Sunny’s play: University Theatre, ‘******* A’ by Suzan-Lori Parks
Leong’s documentary: Paywall: The Business of Scholarship Film Screening

** The DNA stays forever theory has since been debunked - the DNA lasts about an hour.
Goddess of USR Oct 2023
I love you beyond measure, deep into the vastness of light frequency and otherworldliness

I love you like a child, innocent, pure and forevermore, compounding
Reverent splashes of light, thought faithfully beyond pale sight

Whole, unique, delicate, persuaded
The entirety of my soul has been invaded
For CBM of Dublin. ;Sent with a thousand kisses. You know where to place them ❤️
Goddess of USR Sep 2023
He speaks to me in ways unknown,
Sir, who are you and how can you know
And reach me? She asked as she drew near.
A mystery, a thrill, a bond that's clear.

As the night falls and the stars shine,
I think of you and how you're mine.
You're the reason I smile every day,
You're the light that guides my way.

You're the warmth that fills my heart,
You're the one who makes me smart.
You're the dream that I always chase,
You're the beauty that I embrace.

You're the partner that I adore,
You're the lover that I explore.
You're the friend that I always trust,
You're the soul that I adjust.

You're the poem that I write,
You're the song that I recite.
You're the art that I create,
You're the love that I celebrate.

You're the everything that I need,
You're the nothing that I concede.
You're the one who makes me complete,
You're the one who makes me sleep.

I know I am loved.
For CBM of Dublin sent with a thousand kisses 💋💋💋💋💋you know where to put them.I adore you and all that you are ❤️
Goddess of USR Sep 2023
My love for you expands my soul
And sparks the poetry in me
I feel the breath of life unfold
The hidden world I cannot see

I live with you in technicolor
The world is sharper, crisper, bright
Your smile is like a ray of sun
That fills my days and warms my nights
I live with you in calm and peace
The world is safer, kinder, warm
Your touch is like a gentle breeze
That soothes my fears and heals my harm

I live with you in love and joy
The world is richer, fuller, true
Your voice is like a sweetest song
That lifts my spirits and makes me new
This poem is filled with kisses for CBM Dublin…you now where to put them💋💋💋💋💋💋Goddess of USR
Phia Aug 2023
He leaves little wild fires
As he trails his fingers along my skin
And softly breathes life back into me.
Is this love?
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