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cat Jun 2
I am fully prepared
to lose everything
I've devoted my whole life
to preserve
when the hands of a chosen,
gentle lover
are not the first you have felt.
you flinch at the signs of intimacy.

because we are animals
with broken bones
mended with welded thoughts
and who cower at the idea of fracture.

because we are flowers
with plucked petals
striking with jagged thorns
and whose blossoms are choked by thistles.

because we are butterflies
with shredded wings
hesitantly fluttering with fear
and who are bodied by the terrible wind.

and alas
we wander
we grow
and we fly.
we may be broken, plucked, and shredded,
but we live on.
Brynn S Feb 18
Cycolpitic view
Unedited outlook so bleak
Disabled in ability
Off turns the night
Replace stars with bottle caps
****** glass
Little shells
dadens Jan 16
I wrote about you for the same reason I photographed you

Because even though we aren't the same people now

You're the same person I fell in love with on the old pages of my journal

But instead of being wrapped in your arms, the words on my pages hold me close and bring warmth to my heart, much like you used to

The photographs of you pull up the corners of my lips to create a soft nostalgic smile, though my eyes start to pool in the corners

Not tears of sadness, but of melancholy remembrance for how much has changed since the ink dried on my pages

Tears that remind me why I write and capture

So that I can relive the moments I held dearest and preserve those who walked down my path with me, no matter where they veered off on their own, they'll always remain the same in my story.
© d.a.dens
darktowers Apr 2018
i am done
tired of you wanting me
to be someone else
I'm sorry to disappoint
its struggle to receive
your approval
you'll fined sometime
well most times
my heart shrinking
within the days
mask peeling away
to unfavorable me
is this what you want
sinking in my bed
with death inside my head
I'm heading somewhere
were don't have to worry
about the future
hurry up let me be
or may find better way
to die
Grief may lament, such verse I will serve tonight
Words dwell in heart, poetry in my nerve tonight

Who knows how to bear, the night of separation
I won't ask any wish, prayers shall reserve tonight

Beloved flew below my eyes like the smoke
An hour of silence, separation to observe tonight

A pile of Letters in Grief, restless on window sill
Each word to recall, Each letter to preserve tonight
Grieved verses can make even grief to cry.
Stephen Rutledge Sep 2017
What moments we hope to encase in amber,

Though revisited,
To feel as though we are returning home,

Though nurtured,
The times we were less alone,

Carefully we construe,
All we once ever knew,

Though the minds resin do not hold these moments,
For reconstruction distort preservation,

And memory in the mind,
is only as real as the ideal future
Rayyan Charolia Jul 2017
Preserve water from the rain,
make it useful than to drain

water brings us prosperity,
ruining it leads to adversity

reuse the depleting resource,
before you lose the source

find ways to curb pollution,
use technology for solution
Save Water
Nic Loria Jun 2017
it is all but
whose smile extended to their ears
indulging the moment. it
is just light afterall
reflecting the minuest
of ****** expressions
suspended and trapped
on sheets of film. thus
to create illusions of eternity
light must be held captive -
a victim
by flashes
a heartbeat.

it is none
but a failed attempt
of a millisecond
to preserve

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