On a bar stool down town
I remember something
He, the archer hurried away
When first his arrow captured my joy

Moon light through hotel windows
I remember something
Walking away from neon nights was not easy
All that stirring under my skin
And as sure as it is midnight, now it not our time

Fingering wordless moments
I remember something
In V, over kindled kisses in bedrooms and halls
Both your hands in mine as new days pass through glass
And oh, how perfect it felt, to have you in my arms

Oh, how this is going to hurt
When what is becomes what was, and was nothing
Love, a second chance, something not all deserve
Baby, you will have to leave me in the lobby
When all I need is to check out of the cells I am kept

Come back, you’re my inspiration
Come back now, you’re my connection
Damn it, come back now, you’re my life

©LadyofRavenhill 2017

We laid in the woods,
and I saw trees mimic us

Your hands touched me,
and my clothes fell off

The wind whirled around the trees,
and their leaves floated to the ground

Undressing

Yous kisses showered me,
and I shuddered

The rain came down,
and the trees shook

Teasing

You moved inside me,
We screamed in ecstasy

The trees swayed back and forth,
Thunder boomed with intensity

Finishing

We laid back,
And held each other

The storm grew calm,
And somewhere we heard a tree fall

Satisfying

We don't realize how much we are one with the world
Mel K 23h

I wrote a f-cking poem for you.

You tell me how they broke your heart and how you wished for someone who would love all your broken parts.

You'd say "She treated me like dirt" followed by a shrug. Then you turn your back to me when I lean in for a hug?

I think you're in denial, my attempts are plain to see.

So now you won't remember all those hours in your room, where I let you break all over me?

You ungrateful little sh-t.

What about that time I covered you with blankets and let you make me sick?

Blah blah blah...

I imagine your eyes right now, rolling back. "Whatever Mel, boo hoo."

But I wrote a f-cking poem for you.

I'm sorry this is such a mess. I wrote it with a lot of anger and I'm sorry for the language. Hope you all can see it for what it's worth.
Mel K 1d

I love the way you are... so confidently you.

The way you know my deep blue soul and pretend I don't know you at all.

The way you refuse to see me and yet, time and time again, open the door.

It's the way you light my cigarettes that I adore.

The way you admit I am completely out of my mind and hold me sweetly as if to say you accept it unconditionally.

The way you love sad songs and share them with me.

The way you playfully point your guns at me when I spit fire.

It's the way you sing proudly out of tune that I admire.

The way you make Dad-jokes and chuckle at mine too.

I love the way you are...so confidently you.

A light hearted piece of love for you out there. Nothing special.
Shaima 1d
you

I needed you
so horribly badly that my soul began unstitching fragments of the reality we had, looking for you.
So madly, my ribcage was barely able to keep my lungs from breaking out, in search of your breath.
Will you forgive me when I choose the most utter simplicity in order to stay alive?
I swear I will return,
but in the meantime,
bear in mind that a drunken heart is way too heavy for a butterfly to carry.

My eyes swimming, the lamplight
bobbing as it is held in my gaze; I watch
the door swing closed with a
resounding click.

Just a moment before were your hands, floating
an arms length away from the sun-
warmed duvet, shuffling in the effort
of untangling your headphones,
methodically stowing them in the
pocket of your jeans.

The door sweeps shut, your silhouette in
the hallway lighting now stifled and
the dancing figures
of the oak leaves are
swaying together upon the carpet. The window
glowing soft and meandering over my shoulder.

With a resounding jolt of latch meeting strike
plate; I am left with the hum of passing electricity,
the grazing cadence of
my exhales,
and the lukewarm divot in the sheets where
I hold your departed presence captive.

His heart beat
Played the same
Rhythm as mines

- Talaya Lightbourne

hey
yeah, it's me
the girl in the corner
your girlfriend's eldest niece
the one you didn't even say hi to,
because you spent the entire time with my older brother,
my younger brother, and my little sister the "middle child"
no, i didn't try talking to you, but
you see, i'm like my oldest uncle on my mom's side
if i'm not comfortable with someone my voice is different
and it's squeaky when it's different
so will you understand that i'm not pleased by this change?
you say you're a middle child..
so was i, and you thought my sister was
you didn't talk to me, not once
and i keep imagining you as my sister's piano teacher Mr. Billy
because it seems she likes you that much.
yes, that's a good thing
but you haven't told me one thing about yourself, yourself.
everybody else has, but i haven't heard it from you yet
so i'm just going to be patient.
i know you're most likely to be my uncle
my aunt has been waiting for you,
and she's got the idea for the wedding already.
but if i'm going to let you be my uncle it'll require a few things
from Ed Sheeran, no less.
first, you treat her like in Perfect, like she is the most...
the most beautiful thing in the world.
second, if you are ever apart, keep a Photograph and sing it
over the phone, because i know you know the song.
third, take her to a Castle On the Hill, so you can tell her
how much she means to you.
yes, it might be embarrassing, but do it.
dance for her, love her, make sure she is happy.
never let her not understand love.
my aunt, you see, is one of the most important things in the world.
she is an artist, an explorer, a lover and she is my aunt,
she is someone that i love.
so if you want her to be yours,
you better be hers first.
~your possible niece

R 5d

I was reading a book
I was Indulging the smell of its old pages
my imagination was ignited
as I ate every mere word it has
my eyes were healed
my mind was quenched
I was not me when I was walking the journey
and it’s a story that I hoped would never end
its covers conceal fragility
and the book sheltered me from reality
I was focused
I was bound to the book

lots of things had happened
and I was unaware
it was already afternoon
the flowers poured the summer’s snow
fogs devoured the pearls of the ocean
trees have lost all of its leaves
the bookshelf fell and got broken
my coffee became cold
and many more had happened
everything happened
I did not know
I was too busy
I was reading a book
and that book was you

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