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Juliana Apr 21
pre-date jitters
perfect posture
pick me up at eight

social scrolls
late-night strolls
forehead kisses
mr. and mrs.

couch cuddles
midnight movie
head on shoulder
kiss on cheek

forget me not
forget me never
i am yours
forever and ever


Fingers trembling; lips dry
Make-up reapplied seven times
Back straight; ****, he’s late
Smooth your dress, try not to stress

Timeline trailing; a tagging trend
Neither wants to see the end
Hand in hand, the stars above
He points out which she reminds him of

Back at home, when they’re alone
A kiss on the head, she’s ready for bed
But with ring in hand, he asks for a band

Kids asleep, eating leftover Peeps
Mundane Mondays come only once a week
Television sounds softly; lights are down low
Her head on his shoulder, his kiss on her brow

Mini blue flowers
A reminder of their vows
To grow old together, and forever they shall
"****, he's late" should be in italics
nd Apr 19
date of birth:
phone number:
emergency call:

nice to know you-
imagine this as the punch line to your crush
Juliana Apr 4
It was a Thursday when the doctor
gave news of the small child’s birth.

She was the first girl,
the entire light
in her mother’s new world.

Daughter of the mayor,
her name would
turn up in the local paper.
Letters would be written as
townspeople learned of the labor.

It was early in the summer,
birds pecked the dirt,
looking for worms.

The nurse was late for work,
as she was a helper
at the local church.

Times would eventually turn,
but for now, little Pearl
was like a dam waiting to burst.

The curl of her lips
showed her mood was firm.
She was a wave
that would soon be heard.

Quickly, she began to stir,
her eyes starting to blur.
Her mother worried,
feared the worst,
but all Pearl wanted
was someone to
nourish her thirst.

Years later, Pearl would sit,
searching a diner
while summer went quick.

Who was a tourist,
who did she know?

She was dressed
in a purple shirt,
and glamour radiated
down to her toes.

It was the third time
the waiter returned,
this time with Pearl’s dinner,
and the courage to earn
her number while the sun
slowly burned.

She drew circles in her journal,
finding peace among the curves,
and encouraged the boy
in thirteen little words.

The next week, she offered
him her hand,
and below the evening sun,
a new journey they began.
Noone Mar 29
So, it starts when he sends you a meme to start a conversation
Wow, what a weird yet clever way of communication
The meme was funny yet not funny, difficult for interpretation
Anyways, you send an emoji to keep up with the situation...
Then , he comments on your picture showing little admiration
You comment a smiley back, maybe a little persuasion??!
He views your IG story, to your grammar, he replies some correction
Then begins " hey, you kinda cute" , a little flirtation
Well, you reply back , with a little hesitation?!?
Then begins the daily WYD , HYD exaggeration.
The talks become fun with matched perception
Sure, he did his little stalking investigation
Then you stalk him back, with mere observation
He seems decent, maybe you could take him into consideration
The chat goes on for awhile, then you get a date invitation
First you make him work for you, even though you've got rush of excitation
Finally you agree to meet him, he already made the reservation
The day of the date came, called your friends for a little motivation
Then you met him, he was just like the one in your imagination
Talked a little, laughed a little, held hands too. He took the initiation...
Returned back with a glad face, was thinking of him, then your phone buzzed with a notification
" I had a great time with you. We should meet again!" , the ditto exclamation.
Started talking everyday, met regularly, was the beginning of a beautiful creation.
His lips were soft, he smelled so good, oh what a sensation!
Vibes matched , energies matched , what a transformation!
This could be her " happily ever after" Congratulations!
Was thinking of making this a sad one, but not every online story has to end sadly, isn't it???
hello dear,
I hope you’re on your way, 
hope you’re somewhere near.

I’m getting better, day by day,
and I just want you to know,
that I’m tired of waiting,
but I’m doing okay.

and I know that soon we will meet
and our souls will fall in love,  
so our life can be complete.

so dear, 
I hope you’re on your way, 
hope you’re somewhere near.

and if you’re currently working on yourself too,
you might be my man, my hubby, my boo.

so please don’t give up,
just keep moving.
I’m writing these lines,
because I know there is someone for me, too,
just like in the movies.

so let’s keep going,
keep growing
until the day we can water each other.

I’m searching for you, lover.

and I’m always excited,
while the story extends,
‚cause my favourite movies,
are the ones with happy ends.

- gio -
solfang Feb 15
the memories of us
induced my insomnia,
and the tears on my pillow
became my sleeping pills
how does it feel like being able to sleep at night without crying?
Your love astounds me...

Never have I ever experienced such profound love
You transmit this powerful love without a spoken word
Creating a reality... no a world... no a universe of compassion, understanding, acceptance, comfort where pure sublime humanity resides in its highest form
What a special being you are
You are so deep, profound, endless, giving, powerful and gentle
I don’t even know you in this reality yet, I live in a space with you that is so sacred and divine
Your soul is so pure
To experience you is holy
To experience you is healing
It’s as though you visit me in the places I cannot touch within myself; you see those spaces within me and love them so deeply
Oh, to be loved by you
It’s humbling, complete, and profound
Experiencing you is a faith walk that requires believing to seeing
You defy reason and logic
You embody love
You embody light
What must it be like to be you and filled with so much love
A deep river, I suppose, aching to be set free
You sway through me, touching my soul so profoundly
You heal me as I sit alone in the waiting place
Thank you for existing
My love for you is equally profound
We are perfect
We are love.
I fell in love again,
This time it is so strong,
I never wanna let it go,
Nor I wanna turn it wrong

I am gonna keep your heart near my heart,
So that I could feel your breath beneath my skin,
I wanna feel the heat,
I want you to let me in,
The closer I get, the more I will know you,
You are the prince I am waiting for,
And I am the princess waiting for you,

The first look we exchanged,
The kiss we had,
It turned so strong,
I almost forgot my past,
I never felt the way I am feeling right now,
It's hard to explain when where and how?

Maybe I never understood the meaning of love before,
Now I know it's sweet, mercy, heaven, and more...
I want to give myself in
So can I trust you?
Can I trust that you will never break my heart?
That I gave you?
Will you be mine forever, just like my fairytale?
Just like the prince fell in love with the princess
Over over and again?
Do you promise to be mine, now, forever, and then?
This is a poem I wrote when I fell in love with my boyfriend
solfang Jan 29
the truth is I can do
a thousand and one things
with him,
that reminds me of you,
but he's just not you
taking a hiatus in getting into a relationship
Jasmine Reid Dec 2020
More fickle than the seasons
fragile like thawing ice

attached with a firm grip
clutching like a baby’s hand.

Desperate but never dangerous
susceptible yet not defenceless
acquiescent, though a fool.

They are the simpleton’s
that embrace counterfeit fables,
illusions of promise

And at the end
that makes them break
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