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Axion Prelude Apr 2021
It quivers the edge of my lips; my lungs scream, but the words exhale silently and unknown through bated breath; they dance within my mind and slowly creep into the crevasses where you fell, too, within my heart in places I left for you to live in; sharing truths you can't hear yet, making stories we have not lived yet: those words permeate my existence, except within my eyes, as they can only see what truly is.

But that's my secret, my dear..

It's that clear vision that lets me know, those words can only be true.
Find me.. Hold me.. Keep me..

#someday
Zywa Apr 2021
Is it a secret,

that I might have one, and I –


therefore don't know it?
“Ik haat de storm, ik houd van de storm” (“I hate the storm, I love the storm”, 2015, Lieke Marsman)

Collection "Shelter"
Zywa Apr 2021
My skin is ageing,

it is my unseen secret –


I'm undercover.
Collection "Different times"
Warren C Apr 2021
I long ago dreamed of you in the night
I know this timing is not right.
It is time for the truth to be free
Though I know I’ll never be on my knee

You were my first crush
But; our years were in such a rush.
I wanted to make you my morning light
Also holding you gentle, yet tight.

I just thought you should know
Now I know I should blow
You were the best
You are still way above most of the rest

So here is a kiss
That I never had a chance to miss
My mind is now at rest
Know that I believe you are forever the best.
Ana Apr 2021
she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.
The forbidden words,
Never to be spoken aloud
Tumbled out of my mouth
From the moment we met
And I let them.
you know who you are...
The most intimate thing you can ask a poet,
Is the meaning behind their poems...
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, colors are the reason we're alive---at least for me;>


purple purple

in my mind forced hurdled

been scraped on my timeline

been worn on my curves fine

yes the archer in the water associated

stupid but for the imagination to retake it

on those eyes that looked into my defenses

affection in the caresses

of my defined tenses

rather than that of the skies illuminated on beach

or hairs on backs so hard to bleach

now I see clearly

nothing but the signs that come freely

butterflies that I hate secret narrows

walls already painted threatening arrows

already loving for them hollows




                                                     ­                                 -------ravenfeels
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