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i am in love with the fruit just out of my reach
and though i could wait for it to fall
i know it would be rotten by then

i’ve had visions of our romance; in night, in sleep
holding the secret of our memories in my mind
but they’re all visions, not mine to keep

they’re all trying to tear us apart
he’s trying to convince you to leave
all because i said he couldn’t take my purity

and that wildcat started rumors about me
he made up things i said
so you would view me badly

but please, my starlight, don’t stop shining
though i know you’ll leave eventually
just not right now

he is pouring water on your dimming fire
he is your favorite tree, but
that branch is lifting you higher
i never thought someone could not know what the word “no” means
what is worse than
an empty poem no poem
Odalys 5d
I miss you more than I can say,
But I respect your choice to stay away.
No calls, no texts—just quiet air,
But still, I send you love from there.

We’re not a "we" like we once were,
But I’d be your friend, if you prefer.
No pressure, just a gentle truth—
I’ll care for you, with or without proof.
Kaiden Jun 25
No.
A word you didn't seem to understand,
You acted on your thoughts
You believed everyone shared.

You tried to justify it by feelings,
Pretending there was a need for

The things you've done,
The innocence you've stolen
From your own child.

You imagined the desire
A toddler could never feel,
And proudly shared it with your friends.
Bragging about how mature
Your "little girl" was.

How good it felt for you,
To wipe the tears with the very same hand
That hurt me.

How you loved the sound
Of useless pleas,
A body you created to use.
sorry if this is triggering but im honestly so ******* done with my father, he moved to the same city as me recently and i'd rather die than be alone with him again cuz i know **** well what would happen
The Romantic Jun 17
¿Cómo puedo amar algo que no es mío?
¿El frío no hace temblar los huesos?
¿Si amor es lo que pides?
¿No pueden los árboles respirar?
¿El amor a primera vista termina?
¿Dios no ama al mundo?
¿Qué no eres para mí?
¿El sol no sale después de las cinco?
¿No te gusta oír mi voz antes de dormir?
¿Hay una entrada al cielo, no?
¿Tú sientes mi alma sobre ti?
¿Las rosas no tienen espinas?
¿Es mejor ver el amor venir?
¿El amor, no ve mucho más de la distancia?
¿Quizás?
Ken Pepiton Jun 14
"Let us rebuild, so that,
we may be no
longer a reproach",… it is just

business/ Nehemiah spake
put this on your business card

directly, in spirit, to David
Barton, inspirational director,
for many a proud warrior for truth.

Jesus lives, we rise, we agree, in me.

Where lay the Kingdom of God, back then,
when he is recorded as having said,
I will, my will being done, abide
side any who hear the knock,

as an innocent, or a lying, cheating scoundrel,
that's the good news, war has never worked,
peacemaking all ways works, one on one.

Honed most point, tip to tip... touch
spirit face to spirit face
messenger to message, dare we say
in the presence of at least as many as
have testified to seeing grave dwellers walking,

most certainly there was darkness, and that curtain,

between the holiest of holies, and every day sanctity,
ripped… rippity re-occurence right down the middle,
opening all reality
to the Wizard
of Oz's most esoteric

special effect
on the ensuing Easter audiences, seeing
it, over and over, until the metaphor, the riddle becomes

dabar, a very humble word translated many ways, see::

Pens with motors are more powerful than swords,
of any sort… logos significant cannot loose dabar yah, we

in this form minding manners men agree to abide beneath,

but
but
but
on good advice,
from bar mitzvahed friends, dead and living,

the use of labor, during interesting times, as mobs

to make unified mind form encase believers in
situations indisputably dangerous, used right

by godfearing law enforcement officers, right
used by a leader exactly, to the hairs on his head,

like the guy on television who crashed all those casinos.
Supposed to be, and is my protest, not in vain, but seedful dabar is what Ezekial said made him riddle metaphorically, few Sunday schools use the riddle he made.
Eze 17
These fleeting moments spent together
More valuable than diamonds or gold
Carrying dreams
Never felt more awake
My words paint stories never told

Play mental movies in mind
You are nowhere to be found
In stillness my universe freezes
World may still be spinning around

You gaze my direction and nerves start tingling
Here I am somehow paralyzed
Harmony a little closer to my grasp
In wisdom you emphasize

When I feel us connect tissue
All my doubts fade away
Causing my anxiety to cease
As seconds go and stay

Like tall grass rustling in breeze
Make my molecules tremble
Soft morning bringing new opportunity
Steady beating of pulses united dissemble

Still anticipating wandering blood droplets
Of heart to hurry back to their route
You are so precious they long to be near
Throughout body slipping trying to get out

With every passing week I grow more attached
Gentle guidance smoothing edges hard
I'll care for you as long as you allow
As quiet comfort blooms in kind regard

You will read this and I just want you to know
Each sentence drowns in sincerity
Keep waiting for me to improve my flaws
I'm aware my actions disappoint you constantly

There is more devotion in my eyes than you realize
Dancing on edge of potential sought
Image takes up so much room in my brain
No space left to fill with any other thought
Your picture has taken up permanent residence in my head :)
Laokos May 24
a severed branch in smooth moonlight
adorned above an open gate—
does it lead out or in?
does kindness wait beyond the blind corner,
or something severe
lurking in silence
to devour your life?
something wild with eyes for the dark calls through the night.
an inkling that this night may be your last,
and you’ve already forgotten
the gentle light of the rising sun.
death teases the truth behind the illusion
but never gives up the ghost.
maybe not tonight, but someday—
it will come,
as unavoidable
as the waterfall is to the river.
but you are not the river.
you are the sky, my friend—
vast and open.
do not mistake yourself for your life,
which is but a reflection
on the river, briefly.
let it fall away, as all things must,
over the edge,
into the unknown,
into the mist.
Zack Ripley Aug 2022
Every day, the fatigue that plagues my body gets closer to my brain. And, I can't help but wonder. When it gets there, will everything I've worked for be in vain? No! I can't think like that. Not when I'm so close to my dreams. But how can you fight exhaustion when everything exhausts you?
ZACK GRAM Apr 14
Windows are An Illusion
You can't see the otherside
But you think you can
Ask Dan
You can't enter a vacuum
Without glass
It's Fake
You can only walk around it
And each step
Is counted
Planned
And executed
Broken Glass
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