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Laura Coulton Nov 2019
The thin, green tendons curl and creep along the unrelenting metal.
Sprouts cover the abandoned trail, growing, climbing, maturing.
White buds surround the path like a floral passageway, awaiting its next guest.
At times, the beaten track disappears beneath thorns, grasses, seedlings
And the way is concealed, a missing link between the beginning and the end.
You almost become displaced from reality, but then you find yourself at a modest clearing surrounded by weeds and beautiful little blooms
And an old, wooden bench.
Inscribed in it are many different names, holding the remembrance of people who visited before,
but who have now gone their own way.
The scratches in the ragged wood are memoirs of the ones before us, who have spent small moments in this opening when it was pristine, fresh, neatly pruned.
Sitting on that moth-eaten bench, you can see the glow of the sun reflecting off the tide as it murmurs gently to the sky.
Gone are the days when the path was easy, when the seat was sturdy and the metal was clean.
Leaves now tickle your neck as you walk through the thick shrubbery, and reach down to touch your legs, your arms, your back
as though wondering why a perfect stranger is now back in its home,
Invading the serene area,
after so long being isolated.
When it's sunlight, the ocean glistens and whispers its secrets to all who will listen.
The hills stand tenacious and guard over the innocent.
Everyone below goes on with their lives, without glancing at two figures sitting on the hillside, barely visible amongst the thicket and brush.
When nightfall comes
It seems as though all the stars have fallen upon the city, one for each person,
And the dark expanse of the hushed sea stretches on forever, the ending out of sight.
The heavens and the earth seem to have merged together, so it is now one.
No movement below, except for the wind slowly pushing past weak branches, tugging at leaves and sleepy flower buds, humming a song while the city slumbers.
All man-made objects obscured in the dark, and now it’s just raw nature,
Pure and simple.
When the rain begins to fall, it becomes even more beautiful.
The greenery turns silver under the faint glow of the moon breaking through its prison of clouds.
The raindrops fall off sodden fronds, silently soaking into the dry earth, petrichor filling the air
Seeming to relax the world.
The air sounds static, the constant sound of the droplets impinging the clammy terrain.
This is our place. It is where we spent our days when it was easy to access, when there were often others sharing the space with us, but also once it was fenced off and deemed too treacherous to enter.
Still, we, sentries, go up to our lookout,
And watch the world go by in front of our eyes.
I wrote this about 4 years ago. It is a very special place and I miss it and him. Every day.
PS Nov 2019
The first night I layed eyes on you
I knew I hadn't felt so great since the last dew.

We spoke of unspoken tales of ours
Without realizing we had spent a whole of sixteen hours.

Sixteen hours, talking to a stranger was this introvert's new record
Under the moonlit sky, high on rolled grass, you looked so alluring, oh lord!

If I knew I would've kissed thy lips
******* on the skin of it while you'd hold my hips.

But that time is foregone
Now you only exist in my thoughts like a graceful swan.

For we were two strangers in search for an ****** act
Instead we found each other and made a pact.

To look too deep into other's soul
To understand sorrow and fill other's hole.

We were first only two bodies made of flesh
But after the dance of geeet we were left two unique souls mutually meshed.

Now I sometimes remember the sky
Imagine your face and understand why.

Why we do not know each other's names
And why did we ever play that nasty game.

Because stars were afraid our love might outshine them
And the envious universe that displayed condemn.

So, whenever we see each other and if we do
"Let us live the romance", pray to lord, beloved you.

~AllTheLovePS
A story: half real and half fantasy.
Sally J Sep 2019
It was a clear, cool summer night
As i approached you, my heart felt a warm familiar feeling of home
You held my hand
We walked
We talked
For a minute, we forgot our past
This was it
The moment we had been aiming for
We gently started colliding
The universe was the witness of our unspoken love
That Friday night of July
imparo Sep 2019
You and I
have a story
behind closed doors,
sneaking at night,
stealing kisses,
secretly holding hands.

But you and I
both know
this story
shall never be told
not even to a single soul.
Nicole Aug 2019
im still in daze
are you my love story?
or just
another picture to burn?
Soumyadeb biswas Aug 2019
It is late night of November
This street seems so empty..
But the bar where I'm waiting
Filled with a thousand thirsty
Oh it's so long no see,
No touch, no warm, no pain
The girl comes and touches me tipsy
Is blue dressed after rain..

Then she takes my hand
And leads me to the street
So frosty, so cold
But snow melts to her bare feet
Oh it's so long you lost
I was afraid but you brave
The girl dancing crazy under midnight's lamp,
Is blue dressed ocean wave..

Stage of frozen time, under the porch light
She pulls me to the dance floor
Earring pearl that sings to this haze blue
Reminds me this eternal heart with open open door
Oh it's so long, now I own
I own you beauty, so pale love's stain
The girl circling this waltz in my arms
Is blue dressed cold mountain..
Arya Night Jul 2019
You are my love story and I write you into everything I do. Everything I see. Anything I touch. You are the words that fill all my pages. The one thought that has entered my mind and never left. My hands belong to you as I write every one of your smiles into our story.
Some may envy our tale because what we have others can only hope to hold. But I shall not waver in my trust in you, for they are just dragons for you, my knight to slay. With your hand in mine, we'll leave the beast in the shadow of our past and step into the light of our future together.
Then I shall hold my breath until the next page turns, because I am eager to see how our next Adventure spells out like a never ending fairytale. For you are my love story and without you. My life would just be empty pages. Without your laugh, I would have not reason to hear. Without your smile, I would have no reason to see. Without you next to me, I would have no reason for a heartbeat.
You are my knight, my sword, and my pen. I love you.
Marietta Ginete Jul 2019
I will eventually learn
how the tables tend to turn.
And I will have to comprehend
that you should just be a friend.
A friend that gives me butterflies
just by looking into my eyes.
A friend I have once fallen for,
never expected something more.
Someday I will comprehend,
That you should only be a friend.
why am I so attached to you?
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