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Eliseatlife Jun 2019
We are all people
You and me

Standing on a road watching the traffic
All people go a different way

But sometimes u meet someone
and they become so special
that you want them to stay

We were never meant for each other
but I'm glad that even for a moment
it felt like we were

you go left and I go right
I hope we cross again
jayebird Jun 2019
If I owned any power i'd spend it in an instant
Every wish granted steals a speck of my soul
But with this blow
Preserve my purity please
Help me unsee the ******* sway of trees and
Settle down those birds in the dirt
Reverse the men who capitalise on my void
With dark magic toys of survival, made with some militant oil
Erase the permanent crease in my face when time serves worry
Wipe off the artificial laughter on them,
Cut off their hair and
Let us share it for our glad communion
Let me feel my own body
Without the ******* and reaching
Of wild flies at me like some flesh sun
Leave the well bitten life to run rampant and free
I have nothing to believe in now, but something beautiful like you, steal this suffering and
Give it to stillness instead
Have it grieve and breathe in
The future leaving,
Now, if only wishes
Made the world unbroken.
Wishing on a wet dandelion.
Why do we care
so fully

to an acute point
of exhaustion

to the
     extent
we suffocate

in the
     moment
we're told to

speak
Jared Headings May 2019
Remember the hope in you,
Let it erupt like unexpected froths of bubbles
Emerging from within a dark, deep river.
Is it the exhalation of some creature within the turbulent, yet unwitting water?

Breaths captured in fragile shells
Distracting us from watching that river,
Not consciously realizing that the distraction
Is what we were waiting for all along.
Pylyp May 2019
The moon only shines
To reflect
Those eyes
They will blind me
Let me
Drink in the sight
One last time
Brush against me
Hold me
Don't worry
Let go
Vision fades
Into dreams
There
I'll find you
Finally
Let me
Go
Some chapters in life need their own epilogue.
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