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Shivvy 1d
It was our utopia
The place we built under the branches
Away from the other's glances
I still remember our first there
It was nothing like anywhere
The way you held my face so tenderly
Before crashing down so passionately
Its been a summer to that now
The nights that's seemed too short with you
Are being spent without you
Under the cover
As I roll and wonder
If you think of me
And our utopia under that tree
Madeon Dec 2024
And then the night comes –
she smells of fog
and secrets,
with stars looking down from above
and remaining silent.
Zywa Nov 2024
Being intimate

with people means having to --


share in their secrets.
Novel "Verborgen gebreken" ("Crying shame", 1996, Renate Dorrestein), part 4, chapter 1

Collection "Old sore"
Lizzie Bevis Oct 2024
I wonder if our secrets are heard by the trees,
As dancing leaves gently drift to the ground.
Do they share our whispers with the ever-flowing breeze,
Carrying rumours in their soft, rustling sound?

Do sweet-sounding birds catch our secrets on the wind,
Composing their songs as they soar through the sky?
With melodies woven, do they sing what we conceal,
Recalling our secrets and whispers as they fly?

Does the rainfall collect our soft whispers in raindrops,
Telling all as they merge with the vast, rolling sea?
Does the lunar pull send them forth with the tide,
Sharing our secrets with stars that shine eternally?

©️Lizzie Bevis
Kacie Nov 2024
No evil shall enter in sacred space
Powers move, one thread in chase

Hands of creation, electric flow
Held captivated with eternal glow

Luminescent band, another dimension

Binding words weave within
Secrets of past woven in pen

In the shadows, in the light,
Forever hidden in plain sight


RepeatedNap
Lumin Guerrero Oct 2024
I’m naked.
Exposed for the world to judge
And critique
And mold.

I’m naked.
Naturally, in my ******, I am ashamed,
Embarrassed,
Red-faced.
I try to conceal myself,
But my efforts are futile.
The parts of me that were most private
Are no longer.

I’m naked.
You drape me with invisible lavious robes,
You try to paint the illusion of modesty and security.
You gaslight me into thinking a dress of air is a magnificent feat.
But I am not the gullible “emperor” I once was.
The illusion has crumbled before it had the chance to stand.

I’m naked.
But that only means that they see all my surface;
Not the inside,
Never the inside.
For that, they’d have to cut me open
Pull apart my guts and bones
Look behind my eyes,
See what really lies within.
That they’ll never see,
They’ll never see me.
(Already, they’re seeing too much.)

I’m naked.
Apparently having bad mental health means losing your rights to privacy 🤷
My Dear Poet Oct 2024
If security can be stolen
what is free can be sold
promises will be broken
secrets will be told
Justination Oct 2024
In a quiet town where the rivers run deep
Underneath the willow where secrets do keep
Two hearts found each other, one summer's sweet bloom
There, in the shadows, love danced through the gloom

Her laughter like sunlight, his smile warm as June
They'd trace stars together by the soft light of the moon
Whispers like petals, the world spun away
Each stolen moment, a promise to stay

They'd carve their initials in old oak trees
And dream of forever as easy as breeze
In their cocoon of innocence, they painted the skies
With colors of hope and the bright shining lies

But seasons, they change; summer fades into fall
Leaves turn brittle and shadows grow tall
She felt a cold distance, a chill in his gaze
A heart once so open, now lost in a maze

He spoke with his silence, not knowing why
Words caught in the throat as time slipped by
The laughter grew fainter; the touch lost its spark
In the glow of their fire, his fingers grew dark

One faithful evening, beneath that old tree
With trembling hands, he set her heart free
"I wish you the stars but the ground holds me tight,
My heart wants to wander; I must take my flight."

Tears fell like raindrops, a storm without end
The girl stood there broken, no longer a friend
The echoes of laughter now drowned in the night
And shadows dance cruelly, stealing the light

In time she would heal as all heartaches will fade
Yet the memory lingered, etched deep in the shade
Her first love a compass through sorrow and grace
A bittersweet lesson, time couldn't erase

Years passed like whispers but she'd never forget
The love of her youth and the weight of regret
When spring finally beckoned with blossoms anew
She smiled at the past as the heart learns to bloom

For life is a river that twists and it turns
Through joy and through heartache, the spirit still learns
She carried him with her, a piece of her soul
First love and first heartbreak both made her whole
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