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Anya Jul 2018
Whe. I lift my head
To expel a breath in a long sigh
The cool air being moved by the fan
Causes my hair
Loose tangled strands,
To wave about
In a celebratory dance
Of relief
At last
Can be anything, after reaching a destination, completing something, honestly for me it was just lifting my head and taking a moment to reflect.
K Balachandran Jul 2018
I float in a dream,
Full of rain’s amorous sighs;
In fecund earth’s hugs!
Jean Jul 2018
I want to grow a plumeria plant
right outside my window

I want it to blossom and to thrive
to look at the beautiful flowers and sigh

Yet I am afraid I will **** it
since I have always had the opposite of a green thumb

I want to grow a plumeria plant
right outside my window
Brian McDonagh May 2018
I heard it once,
I don’t need to hear it again,
But the first to tell me
Had no clue you would have the same lesson,
The same advisement,
But that doesn’t change the fact that I am still annoyed.
I get it!
I get it!
I get it!
I get it!
Please stop! The repetitive words and their unnecessary radiation
Overheat my thoughts, and I want to leave,
To break free from the bonds of this conversation.
Get me out!
But your voice yanks my guilt,
Pulls me to stay
By the “What-will I-tell-my-children-someday?” rope
Around the torso of my guilt.
Just sigh and get by, I circulate within me.
Another peeve that makes a life appearance; when someone instructs me one way, I'm reminded of that same advice from someone else as if there was some plan to do so that took place behind my back.
matcha May 2018
want.

it's a feeling and a sense.
everyone wants something or someone.

what do i want?

i want
to hold your hand.

i want
to kiss your knuckles.

i want
to tell you how gorgeous you are.

i want
to see the crinkles at the corner of your eyes when you smile.

i want
your breath to tickle my neck ever so slightly as you rest.

i want
to run my fingers through your hair gently.

i want
to hear your wondrous laugh.

i want
your cushioned lips on my skin.

i want
your simple presence.

i want
i want
i want
i want

i want these mild thoughts to go away.

they taunt me everyday for reasons unknown.

for reasons that i'd like to know.

but i don't.

so, i'm stuck in a constant state of confusion and frustration.

i'm stuck because i never bother to tame these thoughts.

i'm stuck because i choose to wait rather than do.

it's just too mild.

too mild for my cringing heart.
idk what this is, but it's just soft things.
Samreena Lodhi May 2018
When I will be gone,
NEVER FORGET ME!
Always remember me,
keep me in your memories.
Always find me in your company.

When I will be gone,
NEVER let my trust beside,
NEVER let tears to come in your eye,
NEVER let yourself cry behind me.

When I will be gone,
Find me in your dreams,
where I always used to fly.
Search me in your smile,
Where I always used to pass.
But, please! Never! let yourself sigh.
When I will be gone.
Otis Apr 2018
A dull doll faced mug
Glinted by unknown light
Dried a drip of ancient drink
Dripped down quite

Hands clasped tight around
A mug of occult confession
Eyes teared as such
A sorrowful expression

Dappled light through glass
Chair scrapped along floor
Spotted plastic tablecloth
Shut tight wooden door

Homemade woollen tea cosy
Lumps of bricked sugar
Kettle whistling dolefully
Clicking stained cooker

Futile arms waving
Closed taught eyes
Sigh of calming thoughts
"Please, no more lies"
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
if not to
make you pause
to catch your breath
or sigh

if not to
bring deep pleasure
a vivid scene
of sea or sky

if not to
open doors
where
your heart has never gone

if not to
to bring the colors
that brighten every dawn

if not to
flirt with music
on the dancing floor

if not all
this and more
then
what's a "meta-phor"?
Playing with words again.
EJ Aghassi Apr 2018
The green beans let out a sigh. Their
Fear simmering in their salt. At
That moment, that sigh gave in to
A similar fear, the fear of one very
Unfortunate group of coffee beans,
Next to be ground up and drank, right
In front of their brethren, who will
Also sigh in fear because there is
Nothing else that they can do
But sigh in fear. At that point,
The man, the monster that causes
Beans to sigh in fear, drinks the
Blood of those beans that sigh,
Those beans that fear, and he
Himself will sigh in contentment,
In a lack of fear, because he has
No idea that he himself is nothing
More than a bean, not actually
Any greater than a green bean,
A coffee bean, or just about any
Other kind of bean; the only
Real difference is that man is
The only bean that affords the
Luxury of exercising presence of
Mind to choose how and when
They sigh; in the face of fear, or
Reveling in their complete and total
Lack of general acknowledgment.
This stemmed from an in-class activity.
I had to use the words "bean", "fear" and "sigh" at least seven times.

Somehow I ended up with this expression of the human condition.
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