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Mnamri Feb 2021
Three small dots
As you write

Watching them dance
In the light

On the screen
Of lonely nights

Symbols turn into
Hope held tight

Hanging onto words
A sad sight

Hanging onto dots
My newfound plight.
Ash Jan 2021
When things ain't right ,
Fix it at the moment.
Don't wait for your schedule to favor.
Chris Chaffin Jan 2021
He lifts the needle
from the old 5th Dimension record

(a person can only listen
to One Less Bell to Answer
so many times)

crawls into their bed
closes his eyes

and for the first time in many many nights,
he allows himself to dream.
adriana Dec 2020
it gets to the point where you just
watch time escape
twelve
one
two, three,
four,five,six
seven

i can hear singing outside of my window
the birds are always happy,
those ****** birds.


please,ijustwannasleepnow
(12.27.2020)
—adrianatamara
the sun, she is relentless. she waits for no one.
Savio Fonseca Dec 2020
U chained Me, with your Eyes
and choked Me, with your Love.
I long so much, for your Hand.
Coz U are, an Angel from Above.
Your Kisses, are Sweet as Honey
and pour, like the Torrential Rain.
They sow My Heart, with Love
and relieve Me, of all My Pain.
If U ask Me, for the Stars.
I'll bring down, the Moon to U.
I'm Happy, to see U Smile.
Underneath the Sky, that's Blue.
Paint Me, your Rainbow Nights.
Each time, We get in Bed.
Coz I want to Hear U Moan.
Before the Sun, shows it's Head.
Jay M Dec 2020
Words across summer pages
Later burned in winter fires
Release that which holds yee so
Let them all go

Midsummer nights
Warm and unrest
Tossing and turning
Longing to be cold

Midwinter nights
Cold, still unrest
Curled and shivering
Longing for a bit of warmth

Midsummer dreams
Of content and ease
Midwinter dreams
Of peace and escape
Forge on, dreamer
Forget not
For it is the pain
That makes strength

- Jay M
December 8th, 2020
Owen Dec 2020
You and me,
Tybee in the moonlight,
with blankets
on a windy Savannah night.
It's not a great beach,
but its a beach.
Sharing body heat.
Nowhere, but here.
No time, but now.
No one, but us.
Tripping
on a quarter life crisis.
Jumping off the roof.
Soaking up lunar rays
on the way down.
Touching the tide,
covered in sand,
hand in hand.
I love it here.
Maria Mitea Dec 2020
a cocoon of silk
nights are heavy but fertile
from which the sun rises
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