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MerlieJ Apr 8
I fantasize...
of walking
on this grey day
a girlfriend in tow
to the Cadillac cafe.
8 blocks
Up Broadway.
Peering through window
at passers by.
Orange juice to lick
my lips.
melodic voices
The Humms of a Saturdy morning
We can say thank you
for our thoughts,
be surprised by sensations
before catching them
in the old net of words and woes.
I've listened to the noise of the world for too long
For too long, that I can't hear myself crumbling
Hear myself crumbling beneath the mask of empathy

Mask of empathy that envelopes my true emotions into fantasy
Emotions into fantasy of what happiness really is
Happiness really is just pleasant noise

Just pleasant noise that I've not heard in a long time
A long time, as in my entire life
In my entire life, I've listened to the noise of the world

Of the world, I shouldn't crumble at all
Crumble at all until I'm left with what
Left with what, I've yet to find out

To find out what it means to be happy.

Recently, I've been dealing with bursts of anger that comes and goes. My patience grows thin when I least expect it to. Writing this piece helps me release that intermittent anger.
Raymonda Feb 16
Take out your sins
Walk them out
Hang them softly
Hook them tightly
Take them roughly
Smell them deeply

Fold them .... smoothly.

Fold your sins FOLD YOUR LAUNDRY.
PiLomus Feb 1
Eyes open still can't see,
 What my inside want me to be,
      Ears listen everything clear,
        Heart not what it want to hear.
         The mind needs only silence,
           Free from any compliance.
              Body going all exhalation and
      Still hardly any sprightly sensation.
Ever felt this way
Q Dec 2019
ecstasy freed from
the ******* of mind and space
through your giving lips


~I was caught up in the moment of staring into your eyes.~

Caro Nov 2019
Slowly and then all at once
I was beneath the sheet
It touches my nose and sways as I breathe out
Is it pink? Or white?
Who knows

Sheet touching my nose
And I crave nothing
I’m sweet on this sensation
Of cotton wooing my nostrils
And breath circulating beneath my chin for the sake of this prose
Jay M Oct 2019
For the right moment
Just you and I
Looking left & right

Words so simple,
Just to be certain
That our minds were in sync;
"Would it be okay with you..?"

Crescent moons upon the horizons
Then embrace
A kiss
Flowers bloom
Softest petals
For only a moment
Then it's over
Roses upon our faces.

- Jay M
October 24th, 2019
We kissed when nobody was looking, was magical. Never have I been so in love, so happy, and so understood.

*I did a bit of editing. It seemed like it needed it.
We Are Stories Oct 2019
-I can taste the sensation in my brain
a drug moment defined by you-

a little slip to a lip, to a touch, to much-
such interactions leave my heart in a ****
roll around the cloth in a lump-sum of love
holding onto firm feelings of the swelling of our tongues
back to the white as we dance with our smiles
forth, moving forward in a motion (we won’t turn)-

split the gates wide open
let the honey flow from your wells
face deep in life’s sweet sensations
drinking deep of your sweet nectars-
I will hold firmly to the tiny words cradled in your chest
leaving me breathing until we’re both out of breath-

spread apart, open like a rose in bloom,
our hearts awaken as I hear birds swoon-
a loud and beautiful chirping, given to the space above-
dams held back from bursting forth, no room to keep it held up.
Intertwined, upside down, neck deep in our song,
Flittering and Clittering reversed first in our souls.
a shudder, a touch, and the life of our sound.
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