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that if I could,
I would:

Hide the moon
and the sun
in my fists.

No more lights
in nights.
No more rays
in days.

Why should the world
remain alight
when my soul
and heart
are drowned in dark?
Lately my life feels like
A road leading nowhere
And that's exhausting...
Just hanging by a thread here...
In beautiful Italy where the sunsets gleam
I find my heart drifts like a dream
And a place where happiness comes true
And all the girls are truly beautiful toon
A place where the azure waves caress
And worries fade just a fleeting guess

Golden sands beneath my feet
As I walk where the ocean and sky meet
Palms whisper secrets in the breeze
A symphony sung by the rustling trees

Bright colors burst in the market square
Spices and laughter fill the air
With friendly Italians everywhere  and
Every moment a treasure every smile gold

I stroll through valleys lush and green
And Italy is the place to be
As the warm sun shines brightly upon me
And Italian mountains stand guard in regal pride
A perfect backdrop a wondrous guide

Beneath a sky of soft pastel
Italy shines pure and bright And
Each morning brings a brand new spell
The sun rises up a radiant sphere
Painting the day as I draw near

I dive into waters crystal clear
Sharing a dance with fish so near
Coral gardens bloom in vibrant hues
A breathtaking world where magic brews

And Italian pizza waits for me
Ans with flavors tasty and divine
Just like Italian wine and
As the sun dips low a perfect sign
Laughter glows under twinkling lights
With friends by my side the world feels right in Italy tonight and

As stars emerge twinkling bright
Under Rome tonight and
I share my dreams in the calm of night
With whispers of hope on the ocean’s sigh
Together we send our wishes high

With each passing day in this paradise
I gather memories, a precious slice
A treasure chest filled with joy and cheer
And in my heart this dream vacation stays near

So let me wander in this embrace
Where every moment feels like grace
In the land where dreams and reality blend
This Italian vacation forever my heart will tend.
Italy 🇮🇹
Piyush May 26
Love is a beautiful dream, they say,
And I want to live in it too.
To see through it,
To know how much more I could lose.

Will it bring peace?
Will you be at ease?
The answer is "no".
But you're always free,

To walk beside her,
To laugh with her,
To see her smile in a floral dress,
To feel your heart pound in your chest.

But what more does a man want from her?
To hold her?
To kiss her?
Or does his hunger go darker?
To hurt, to break, to make her suffer?

Yeah, that’s what some men think,
When they see her—
Not as a person, but a thing.
"Lies you say," she barked, so rude,
Oh beauty wrapped in careless youth,
You talk of love, but not the truth.

How the world betrays your man,
Behind your back.
He hides his wounds in silence,
Dressed forever in black.

You think the seats for men
Are always saved and served.
Oh beauty, you unknown,
You don’t know how desperate he is
To earn the success you’ve deserved.
Jeremy Betts May 29
You left me
With no future
Just the torture
Of our history

©2025
In blink of an eye your demeanor turns around
Within hurtful remarks self-esteem is drowned
You have the power to make house feel like home
With one blow ease is crushed like walls are made of styrofoam
I long to seal emotions behind bars made of steel
Wounds inflicted by tongue of man take too long to heal
I want to be the person you view potential for
In this room feel the opposite of all you adore
By side I feel privileged being the partner you chose
Pressure is weighing on the roof and steadily it grows
Patiently waiting for me to evolve into the image you desire
Continue striving for perfection but muscles are starting to tire
Pause just a little longer so I can prove my worth
Not only you but also myself
Show purpose on earth
For too many years I have convinced myself I'm not enough
Inner voice whispering I'm ugly because my edges are rough
I see you standing there
I'm so glad to call you mine
A distant star in space you warm skin with your shine
I carry heart everywhere heavy as a stone
Worrying I'll drop it and I'll be left alone
I like how you are a gentleman
Treat me so **** nice
Your touch excited my nerves
Thawing my armor of ice
On top of body
My problems fade away
Long as we're connected I know everything will be okay
Till I am on my deathbed about to meet the reapers touch
Even then I'll have no fear of your hand is there to clutch
I forever will do my very best to witness your handsome smile
May not believe in God but discover myself praying you'll stay awhile
To be cause of your happiness is what I yearn for the most
Whenever we're apart haunt my cranium like a ghost
From gods above to the devils below and all that lies between
Your presence what provides color and vibrance to every single scene
And the meaning I've unveiled since the second we first kissed  
Resulted in realization you're an angel radiating endless comfort and bliss
When I began writing poem I wrestled with a conflicted frustration
Skepticism making it hard to understand your expectations
To reach compromise each must learn how to slightly bend
I'd don a mask for anyone else but for you refuse to pretend
You're the only one able to disarm defenses
I can't help but wonder what it will take to come to your senses
I can only dismiss so much criticism before I snap and lose control
Hate for you to dive in after to rescue me from that hole
To put up with ups and downs I'm sure puts you through hell
Hope my love also feels like a taste of heaven as well
Are the good parts worth the bad?
Norbert Tasev May 29
One day, one will not even notice, and from one's buildable failures and somersaults, a few improvised houses of cards will collapse cheerfully in no time; one day, not only the petty, mischievous baby-tooth premiums, which it would have been good to give to every employee at least towards the end of the year, but also the regular pensions, whose basic value does not change, only their transparency and value are continuously decreasing, will start to leak through every crack.

Because they do not always say what the intentions of the ratings are, let alone keep the individual, the average individual, who cannot know anything about anything, completely calmly under the devilish veil of permanent uncertainty, since reason is already increasingly discouraged and disillusioned and hanging its dream-intoxicated head.

It can be hard to admit that Life is often like a group of crooks and fake card players cheating each other at the same time, because there has long been no honor for thieves, while the stock market speculation on the World Wide Web watches with superior, condescending indifference the pitiful slug-fight, which is usually produced by some social community even several times a day.

They walk around with indifferent Janusz poker faces and, if they like, even wander around a usable industrial or garbage hill, where even cockerels are used to scratching around, hoping to find priceless treasures in the mud. - Thinking a little more carefully, it is only possible to distribute truly essential and extremely important things to say and announcements in a veiled, dosed manner, mainly to those who can afford to pay more for them!

They are not going up the stigma-gradient - they are more like molehills, getting trapped in pitiful holes, going down, just as the standard of living is starting to sink more and more every day and is amortizing itself!
SAHIBA May 29
how can i not cry ?
how can i not cry ?
when the pain is in my throat  and
tears are in my eyes
and the thoughts in my brain are telling me to die
how can i not cry ?
when all i see is the dark sky
and when my life is not mine
how can i not cry ?
when your harsh words break my heart
and when nobody is standing to defend me
how can i not cry ?
so please tell me how to not to cry
Phia May 29
What if all of this has been for nothing?
What if I’m not meant to be saved?
Peter Balkus Aug 2024
And when it starts raining,
you know it will not stop any time soon.
It grabs you, the feeling
of being alive -  but how long for?
A second, a minute, a day,
a week, a month, or a year?
The tide will turn, you will change.
The raindrops will dance in the puddles,
like nothing else has ever mattered.

And when it starts raining,
you know it is time to say good bye
to the places you have visited
and to the all things that have kept you alive.
And even now, it feels like
it is a beautiful day.
For what does it mean to be alive,
anyway?
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