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d Sep 2020
They say that in the final 30 seconds of your life, you see either the  best moments, or the entire thing flash before your eyes. I couldn't really differentiate between the two;
Thirty. One of the most memorable performances of my life, the day you caught my eye from amongst the crowd. Twenty-seven. That day my friends and I hung out at the pool and laughed so much that I nearly died. Twenty-three. When we were at your place and I cut and colored my hair, all in your bathroom sink. Fifteen. All of us, sleep deprived, but lazily singing and dancing on the pavement nonetheless because school was out. Eleven. My hands hold yours. Your lips hold mine. Six. The final sunset I'd ever witness. Three. Your eyes. Zero.
Carl m Sep 2020
Purity is something your body once knew
When you met me your lips were sealed
That night our skin touched purity was filled with sin
You made me feel as though my body was a temple only meant to be seen by you
Which was only the truth, you watched me every night as my head hit the pillow
Sleeping was the only way I could be away from you.
Do you guys like my poetry?
Lane O Aug 2020
white jasmine petals
like the finest silk so pure
nature's sweet perfume
Austin B Aug 2020
There's a bird at your window.
Chest cloaked in a lush boastful yellow.
Timid dust brown feathered head,
with flurries of white laced around its neck.
There's a bird at your window.
Singing the echoes of blissful memories,
majestic tones of innocence.
There's a bird at your window.
Eyes filled to the top with intuition,
feathers fluttering with intent,
not a worry in the world.
There's a bird at your window.
Wondering if it knows,
knows what world we live in today,
or if it even cares.
There's a bird at your window.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Distant Fortune's Isle
Stars glints the dark one's eyes
Wind brings silver dew


New day, new haiku!
Hard to be believe that this is my 940th poem, haha!
Anywho, keeping with the Pleiades aka the Seven Sisters, this one is for Celaeno. She is also known to be a wife of Posideon and bore him children, Lycus and Eurypylus, and ruled over the Isle of the Fortunate, a
isle reserved only for those were supposedly reincarnated three times. They were deemed pure enough to be accepted into Elysian.
Just two more Pleiades to go!
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
eve Aug 2020
every now & then
i can’t explain why
i feel like reaching out
to someone i’ve outgrown.
throughout the years
i never thought to see you again
as i lay under the stars
the moon shines a special light onto me
for once in my life
everything looks and feels clear
your face paces back & forth in the back of my mind
but i toss it to the side
what we could...
could not.
get lost in the thought of you
wxnderlust
Unknown Jul 2020
Dear OCD,
You made me hate myself
You made me scared
You made me angry
You made me suicidal
You are not even a person
You are a chemical imbalance in my brain
In my mind
Feeding off my pain
And torture is your everything
You made me lock myself in my room scared of something i will never do
You made me nauseous
You made me inflict self harm
You made me so scared of my own beauty i couldn't even see through my own eyes
How beautiful and strong i am
Blinded by your words
i hated it
I hated your presence so much i even was ready to end it all
But
I am not alone
There are many like me in this world
I know now that you do not define me
You will never make me do these things
I do not fear you no more
I am tired of this fear
I am letting myself be happy whether or not you are here
My pure obsession
Gauri Pandit Jul 2020
The moon reminds me of you,
i mean how beautifully we both
try to fight with the darkness.
i mean just look at both of us. how we just fight to protect each other from this ****** up world
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