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Rose Mar 2019
rusted vases light the hallway
as the sun breaks over the trees
pictures float from the cracked walls
tattered floors from the living we’ve done
a house that shows the life we've lived all here together. what a beautiful worn look we've made.
Z Feb 2019
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Reverie remember me
Dreams like penitentiary
And they just won’t let me go
It’s my ego, it’s montego bay
It’s hard to say like “anemone”
Another day another Hennessy
and i’m drowning away
Craving useless euphemisms, i’m still lost at sea
Haunted by consumerism, the ghost of Ronnie McD,
Mr. Clown meet mr. Clownfish
Mr. Marty lost his son
So i ain’t the only one actively and theatrically
looking for “no one”
-Nemo is Latin for nobody
-Montego Bay is a song by my favorite rapper, Noname
write and remember
you can meet a member
nearest to your heart

or you imagine that
and you must be the widest
because the time had the thought

try and remember
your heart will not forget
it does not also forgive

you as you may do a fault
make him wide
from his love, he meets

as you always say
the time stops at my way
traveling is the best way to change the life way, but you meet a lover at your way. what can you do?
soullove Feb 2019
I've forgotten about that summer
As if it was just a dream
Quickly leaving me
With only a feeling

I will it to come back,
For just a second
But I am left confused
And dazed

I catch small glimpses
Of what might have happened
I imagine it might have been good
I imagine it might have been bad
I can't quite remember
Maybe I dreamt the whole thing?
Sara Svensson Feb 2019
I wish I could still remember your smile
It pains me that I no longer know what you smelled like or what it was like to kiss your wrinkled cheek

I wish I had known that the last time I saw you would be the last
I wish I could see you once...or ten times more
If I did I would memorize everything about you
And I wouldn't be sitting here now-desperately trying to remember the colour of your eyes
Fearing the day when I can no longer hear your voice
I'm crying as I write this. More than a year has passed since you left us and I still miss you terribly, every single day. I love you so much.
Alex Feb 2019
In my dream
I was in love
With a boy with skin like stardust
And eyes full of hope

We took over the world
Found new friends
Fought our enemies
Conquered the stars

My boy had a smile
Like set of razors side by side
Ready to cut down
Anyone who opposed us

He loved me
With his whole heart
Made me a queen
Of the universe I’ve made up

We travelled together
In a ship made of comets
Sharing our vision
With other planets

Sometimes we lingered
In our beautiful garden
With plants of every kind
I could sit there for hours
There were troubles in our paradise
Revolts, wars, a plague or two
Yet with his sharp mind
We always found a way out

His hands wrinkled with time
No longer a boy, but always in my heart
We had no children, but our legacy
Would survive in the memory of millions

Eyes bright like the sun
Turned into supernovas alike
He would sit by my side
As I read aloud

I grew old too
Joints squeaking with every move
Eyes no longer recognising
Our flowers from afar

Then there came a day
When he couldn’t get up
So, I stayed by his side
Worrying that this moment would be our last

He wanted to tell me something
Something to remember him by
With fragile hands he took my face
His skin feeling like sand

My heart was crying for him
Yet, I tried to look strong
He opened his lips
Letting out a breath…

That’s when I woke up
Lying inside my bed
My love dying alone somewhere in my mind

I tried to get back,
To know what he wanted to say
Yet as time moved on
I couldn’t even remember his face

Only the stars that shone above us
As we lied on the grass
His quiet breath as I read him
A story about us
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