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lex Aug 2017
when you sleep
you are so unaware
of your beauty
that i have to remind you
every morning
that you
are the most beautiful person ever.
i'd like to tell you these things but i've never had the courage
Sha Aug 2017
I did not come with an instruction
Like a box that says,
"Fragile, handle with care."

Most of the time,
I am quiet and alone with my thoughts.
Sometimes, I am louder than the trucks honking in the freeway.

I am the calm in the middle of chaos.
I am also the storm itself.
I like logic,
But live to defy it.

My stories may not be all rainbow slinkies and polly pockets,
But I know,
I am made of miracles and chilly Sunday mornings.
Malak S Jul 2017
A bright blue sky washes over me and I forget,
Whatever pain I felt is only temporary.
It clings onto me for most of my night and remembers to punish me for everything I ever did right, for the wrong people.
My heart beats, races and I think finally, this is the day I leave earth and soar through the stars.
Maybe he could wish on me and realize I'm nothing, but dead.
Waking up in a tangled mess of hands and bed sheets, I'm reminded that my heart still feels alone and that no one can hold me as I break, piece by piece.
Self love is beautiful, but why does my want for someone to share it with, have to be so difficult?
Sometimes my love feels more like a burden than a blessing.
I have so much that my heart may burst out of its ***** and leave my body limp and blue.
A bright blue sky washed over me and I can't help but feel like the dark night has resided in me.
It has made a home within me and it refuses to leave because finally, It has something to cling on to that resembles comfort.
My chest is heavy and the bright blue sky dissolves into my worst nightmares.
I no longer feel the darkness, just blue.
This sadness drags me onto my feet, pretends to be me, and continues to address the darkness within me, as if a long-term partner.
Happiness is no longer festering within me.
I feel so much blue that my eyes beg for recognition.
No longer a soul projecting happiness, just one that pretends, hoping that someday, she gets what she deserves.
I woke up feeling so alone and this is what the darkness had to say.
craig apogee Jul 2017
the chill of the early morning
thaws within your sprawl
as you lock me tight with an angled thigh
and delicate paw

as your chest pulsates ever so slightly
in its gentle ebb and flow
i nestle in ever tightly
comfort in your refusal to let go

while my thoughts stir
a wake from hibernation
i concede to life horizontal
immobilisation

a stroke to your side
a moan and a sigh
one fleeting moment
as we stare, eye to eye

then your lip curls upward
and your eyes slant
as i take in the gaze
of the only girl i'll ever want
Journey of Days Jul 2017
cuppa in bed
I love you a little bit more

@journeyofdays
Alex Fontaine Jul 2017
Sandals slapping ******* glued stone,
Sun hitting hard soaking my clothes,
I like to pretend Im alone,
Empty houses vacant windows.
Dog **** smell wafts from my plastic bag
Scraped from a  carefully manicured lawn

Dog pants pull me from bush to bush,
Past awkward neighbors with no eyes,
Cant talk now, always in a rush
Another encounter to despise.
The trees could take the houses back over
Birds bees and deer make for good company.

My boy is four and loves the dirt,
He loves to smell the sunflowers,
Pulls them from heaven down to earth,
To softly imbibe their powers.
I stop for a minute and bow to them
And breathe their delicate blessing as long as I can.
nora Jul 2017
I go about my mornings
covered in the fog of my paranoia
drenched in the rain of my worries
enveloped in the snow of my bitter cold thoughts.
(strained by the sun
aching for the moon)
Contemplating staying put and doing nothing at all
(That sounds good to me)
I pick up my morning coffee
(Old habits don't die without a fight, I’ve grown to know)
I’m fine for a few hours
The fog slowly dissipates
The putrid smell of rain still lingers on my skin
The snow melting into a warm dampness in my mind
(an uncomfortably familiar feeling)
sticking to the hard to reach surfaces.
My day drudges forward, with ease.
(not for long)
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By noon time the fog circles back
I’m instantly freezing.
The sun is playing tricks on me
telling my body I’m in imminent danger.
She hides away beyond the fog, like a coward
taking no prisoners.
silently applauding herself for she, again, successfully,
burns me.
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By mid-day she's on a rampage
forcing me back into the storm,
I’m drowned out by the rain
(I fear him most of all)
(he reminds me of nothing but my deepest fears)
Loneliness
Bitterness
Happiness
Weakness
They capture me and hold me tight.
I’m stuck.
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By evening time
I try to level with her.
I’m choking on the thick fog. It’s taking over.
I’m shaking now.
(I can’t breath, I’m going to die)
I start to calm down, with no warning.
All of a sudden, the air enters my lungs again.
The sun, still kind, in her light, asks for forgiveness.
I grant her none.
The moon suddenly rears her beautiful head.
“Darling” she caresses my cheeks.
I instantly ease into the touch.
Able to breath, with the sun out of sight,
I take myself in.
I’m broken, tormented, tired, lost, but alive.
(by night fall I am at ease with my inconsolable world.)
I decide to sleep it off.
Ryan Holden Jun 2017
Town hall bells ring
Vibrating my skin awake,
Birds whistle my ears into
The new harmonic day,
Grass-cutters chop my dreams
Short.

My dog licks my tired eyes open
Soaking them with love,
Fresh coffee tingles my senses
As caffeine runs through my veins,
Counting grains of sugar instead of
Counting my parking allowance.

Despite my lack of sleep,
Baggy eyes and aching bones,
I still miss my Sunday mornings
When even what seems like mayhem,
Is sweet tranquility.
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