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toleomato Jul 13
In disheartened passion
my heart melts
like the sunset of a
spaghetti western film.
Distraught,
Destroyed,
Dis,
embodied.

My walls,
my halls,
my wicked falls turned from stone,
dissolved to nary a diffid tone underfoot.

An amorphous form formed from the aimless energies that now have no space to face and call my own.

Telltale swarms of which I've myself warned would come,
All at once I crumble from what once which I held,
myself. Dear. Gone.

I am,
afloat in limbo forever struck with what,
I Left only to silence my mind until once again,
I can find out.

...
Page 2

My totality revised,
Scratched through like the words unworthy.
Smoothed over the rough draft,
Autobiography progressive,
Just writing another day's pages.
Days pass quickly,
But I burn lowly..

Time passes swiftly,
But I melt slowly..

Days end with nights,
But I,
            never end with night...
   And will,
              remain as light;

       From night to light...
       From dark to hope....
       From failure to success...
      
I love to enlighten;
                like a candle..
I love to brighten;
                each shadow..

I love to burn;
       as I burn to melt...
I love to melt;
       as I melt to brighten...
I love to brighten,
       as I brighten to enlighten...
I love to enlighten,
        as I belong to candle..
            and am full of wax;
                 which is made to litten...
Like a candle, we melt ourselves to enlighten the darkness of others to help everyone from failure to success...
maria Apr 5
Everybody tells me
to forget you.
Everybody's right,
but I still
melt for you
Written on April 5, 2021
Juliana Mar 18
You are a snowflake.
Beautiful,
but I wish you’d melt
just a little faster.
Payton Mar 1
Steel at my back
a welcome intrusion,
confirming my own suspicions, permitting my desires
—sharpening them, even.
Fuel to the flames.

Silken petals drip
sweet, honeyed molasses dew
nocturnal flower blossoming
—firelighting below Diana’s gaze.
Spindle to depression, kindle and spark,
we set the world ablaze.

Caught like a butterfly in the spider’s web,
trapped, held mindlessly, mercilessly betwixt
pleasure and pain —saccharine release promised only
from the combining of silk and steel, catching fire
and melting into one.
This poem was written in 2020.
tree Feb 12
when you walked by,
everything around me withered away.
always upon you was my mind’s eye
and so it was, every single day.
in the morning i woke up looking forward to you
and every night i fell asleep thinking of your eyes on mine
who knew if you liked me too?
regardless, the taste of love was upon me like fine wine.
i couldn’t hear the wind rushing around me as i fell
but in the moment, the feeling was enough to make my heart swell.

today i wrapped a present
and no matter how much i tried to hold it together, it kept falling apart
outside, the moon was a crescent
and the tiny sliver of light seemed just like my heart.
not enough light to illuminate the sky
but enough to know it was there
my eyes welled up with tears but i didn’t, no, couldn’t cry
it was almost like my feelings toward you had stripped me bare
when i was falling, this was the opposite of what I’d felt
and now that i’ve crashed to the ground, i can only remember when you would make my heart melt.

falling in love is as beautiful as falling apart
i prefer the latter in a way
i'm used to holding myself in my own hands, it’s an art
i’ll always be there for myself, but i won’t beg you to stay
you were my sun, but for what?
there is an entire universe full of stars and yet i gave up my soul to fall for this one.
falling for you was an experience out of my life I’d never cut,
but falling for myself was a victory for humanity won.

so, catch me when i fall
and let’s see if your name my heart will call.
hellos!! this is my first attempt at writing an ode, i'm not very familiar with this structure nor with rhyming, but i really liked the content of the poem regardless
There was snow and ice before,
a window, pause
of sharp prettiness passing
that petty poets could read a lot into

or just realise that once it’s gone
the garden looks like ****
pink snowflakes
litter my front lawn

they will melt away
under the watchful eye
of a summer sun

leaving only a stone
surrounded by fruit
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
Your noise
It touches ears like no other
Your smell
A scent unique to you
Your lips
Kiss tastes sweeter than blueberry pie
Your caress
Skin grazes
I melt like only you make me do
Everything about you is breathtaking
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