i had nightmares all last night, shadows of monsters and my mother and chris and my future swirled around me so quickly, i continuously sat up in a panic, finding it insanely hard to breathe.

but it wasn't exactly the self dreamt horror that woke me from my sleep, it was the way you softly mumbled 'babe' repeatedly until i huffed or woke myself up enough to answer a soft 'yes' to remind me that you loved me and missed me, to call me your best friend and your little sushi roll.

i'm not sure if you were asleep or not, but it doesn't matter much to me to ask. your words have been my security blanket for so long now,
there isn't another thing in the world that provides me such comfort.
i have taken refuge in your existence, and god do people warn you not to make a person your home but there's nothing more heartwarming than you you you.

please don't ever take them from me.

The Lonely Bard Apr 13

I hoped that she will improve now,
Instead she's on a downward curve.

She got out of one LDR back at that time,
Only to fall into a longer one with him.

Haryana is closer to Punjab if compared,
Mauritius is so distant for another LDR.

My HP Poem #1498
©Atul Kaushal
Spooky Babe Apr 12

I know it's been sometime
Since our eyes last locked
My heart now only pines
It mourns like it's been shot

Do you remember the things you once said?
All the promises that you made?
To be honest they've never left my head
Cuz I don't want that part of you to fade

Have you gotten rid of me?
Have you wiped me clear from your mind?
Was it just as easy as it was to leave?
Have you truly left me behind?

For my love X
April 12, 2017

I was fractured until I met you;
the boy who saved me from halfway
across the world. Somehow, you pulled
me from the waters I was drowning
in without being there to touch
my pathetic body. You taught me to swim
rather than pulling me out;
you never were afraid of taking the road
less travelled. When I finally met you,
touched you and saw you only to cry
when saying goodbye, it was as a complete
person. I could look you in the eye
and love you the way I should have
for all that time. I was your equal.
I wasn't fractured anymore.
I'm not fractured anymore.

~~ I could never not love you, Chris. No matter how far away you are.
Thank god for the internet and it bringing me your friendship. ~~
Maranda Thomas Mar 20

Always there she is,
Like the color of an evergreen tree.
Always uplifting she will be
When I am down.

Always the best advice she can muster
When she has not a clue herself.
Always I will be her priority
Even if she has ten other things on her plate.

Her long yellow hair, and bright blue eyes.
Her tomboy looks and unproportional nose.

She lives so far away, yet she is still right beside me.
Late night phone calls hours long,
Consisting of boy drama and family problems
And of remembering summer nights of laughter.

We don’t talk nor see each other everyday,
But she is my best friend and I am hers
And I will never take her for granted
Because she has me and I got her.

Maranda Thomas Mar 20

I’m tired of thinking of you all the time,
It’s stupid that I can’t keep you off my mind.
I lay awake at night thinking of pretend kisses
And dreaming one day of being your Mrs.

It’s stupid I know,
But my thoughts are out of control.
I bet you don’t even think of me,
Not for a millisecond it seems to be.

Of course, I don’t know this for sure,
But if you did, I’d like to think you’d send and “Okay sure!”
You didn’t even reply to the last text I sent you,
I bet you didn’t even read my pathetic plea.

Now I waste my nights thinking of lost dreams
All because you made be believe we could be.

Last stanza is definitely my favorite.
xoK Mar 20

You should know,
She has the most amazing brown eyes.
Look into them as often as she will let you.
They look like the surface of another planet.
Swim deep in them.
Climb their mountains.
Explore their caverns.
If you look too long she gets uncomfortable.
I did it anyway.
I’ve read that
You won’t understand brown eyes until you fall in love with someone
Who has them.
I’m living proof that this is true.

Don’t play with her head.
It’s cruel and it will damage her more than you know.
Don’t forget to learn her.
It takes time and patience, and you will never be finished.
Don’t lay a harsh hand on her,
Or I will find you.
Don’t break her heart.
Because if you do, I’m afraid I might be too far away to pick up the pieces.
But most of all:
Show her love.
Show her more than I could.
Show her all that she deserves.

Even though I hate when my brain reminds me
You now sleep on my side of the bed,
I feel the need to thank you
For taking my place.
If she can’t live her best life with me,
I sure as hell hope she gets to do it alongside someone else.

Just when I thought I was done writing poems about her.
megan crespo Feb 27

sometimes i have an eerie feeling;
we're going to end in disaster.
there is no way for this to end,
and for me not to feel like the universe
has fallen and shattered from my hands.
and nobody ever chooses to stay.

i hope you do, though. god, do i hope you stay.
Grace Feb 19

If I was meant to kiss your
Lips are sealed on our transgressions of the
Night, sacred sidewalk, we stroll down the road in the
Twilight's half light ushers in snowlight
In winter, your hand is mine.

In spring, the snow is melting
Slowly I want to feel the years melt by with
You are exquisite, my dear, my
Mango paradise and lazy hot summer
Sunshine brushes your hair with gold
Foil my character flaws, and I hope I make you
Happy and content only that I am madly in love with you.

Take a step back: imagine if we had never
Met some guy yesterday who told me our love is
Beautiful are the leaves that burn in the
Fall deeper into the spiral that is your
Light packing is all I need to fly to you.

The little things matter; like when your
Laugh because we have today and smile because I have claimed your
Hand it to you, you know how to make me feel like you
Love me, as magpies do, iridescent and for
Life is brighter when you're

My words to you are broken sometimes but you make me whole.

an old experimental poem.
Grace Feb 19

Snow, like silent guardians
hundreds of thousands of them
Fall on my shoulders, my backpack
the trees, the houses, bus benches.

Cold, a whispering cat's tail
shivering past your hand
Snap branches and blanket dead engines.

Frost blossoms in bedrooms
Bite fingers and rib cages.

Winter is lonely, without you.

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