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It was 12:30 and if you'd believe it...this was early for me
I try to acknowledge these small victories
Hardly an epiphany it seems, but maybe it was for me
but as I sip this coffee made lukewarm by thoughts and reflections becoming the sunlight through the window illuminating a different spot on the floor, I know I must acknowledge it
The taste is more bitter than that first sip and it makes me question if this is really about taste
With each stretching step, I look for something new to set my sights on and make this worthwhile
Loading memories of adventure and friends and brighter days as a habit
and then scolding myself for not being here right now
Though I breathe deeply and take faith
I've made it through, more so I realize
I like myself and
I might as well
This was my submission to get approved for the site
Tara Apr 2020
Gentle, gentle, she sets the snare,
gentle, my love, soft strokes in my hair
Careful, careful, her kiss ghosts across mine,
careful, my darling, tongue dripping with wine.

Caress me, gentle now, don't be afraid,
show me your sweetness, show me you're brave
Kiss me, careful, give me your touch,
show me how you love me ever so much.

Soft, gentle little thing, expose yourself to me,
I can show you what it truly means to be free
Play with me, dance for me again and again,
dance with me, my darling, in the cold, dark rain.
Karijinbba Apr 2020
Through the last few years in Hello poetry I met your tender caring comments becoming engraved in my heart giving me strength as I grew butterfly wings writing about my innermost feelings my truth.

I have grown more since then fond of most of you your tender grace.
I apologize if anyone of you ever felt neglected
unattended the truth is I am like you are kind of sellective
I too learned from all of your writing;
basically, your style simple, direct, and unadorned as well as the intricate mind drilling metaphorical styles
this is the beauty of HP
we simple express our inner cores
many write like myself
truth as the basis

I might not have much in common but as people I love you all regardless of being afluent or not on here.

I sincearely mean it you made my life worthwhile meaningful
and I am eternally greatful to all who crossed my lonely path
all of your ink was my teaching guide.
Before I got here I never knew I had ability of courage or strength to dig in for treassures lost and found triumph and defit a soul purifying tool.

I saw your grace your courage and jumped into the awesome pool and swam transforming by Cimi me
white as you swans gracefully swimming in rhyme with truth
swinging the ball of ink writing
and I found support intrigue
allarm and criticism competition
as well as kindness direction from the best of gifted famous poets.

I even crossed roads with my old twin soul.
indeed a blessing fullfilled.

I love you all because you are the only family I now have.
I need your tender grace kindness and understanding
stay please let's swim swinging our tennis inky rockets cheering one another
continuing infused united in gold ink
Lets praise one another awarding
Emmy statues as we remain in gold ink
entwined.

~~~~~~~
K a r i j i n b b a
04/12/20
on April 16 is my birthday
I have had only one birthday party to celebrate my birthday
in all my life but I love
and honor myself just the same.
Peace.
Happy birthday to.me ;*)::::
dear family H.P.
Van Xuan Apr 2020
Can she accept me
Even if the only thing I have
Is a single piece of my remaining heart
el Apr 2020
loving someone
is only giving them a door
giving them a door
a lock
a key
and a wrecking ball
they can choose to
destroy you
save you
protect you
they can do whatever they please
and in the end they leave
whether by
betrayal
forsaking
or death
they leave
and take a piece with them.
Lyss Brianne Apr 2020
On our first date you didn’t kiss me—
instead you said my name softly
in a voice I didn’t know you could muster
and that moment felt more intimate
than any kiss I had experienced before you

Every touch from you is gentle
my body is an antique book
you’re careful not to crack the spine
—you know I’m better off half open
instead of broken
I’ll crumble in your hands if you’re not careful
so you ghost your fingers across my cheek
with delicacy I’m not worthy of
and wrap my curls behind my ear
slowly as to not ***** me

Your eyes trace over me like I’m art
and you’re a guest in my museum
—quizzically but longingly
you count freckles on my shoulders
like brush strokes in The Starry Night
and for the first time in my life
I feel beautiful
in the same way  
a rain storm is beautiful—
wildly untamed
and so unforgiving
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