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Ayla Grey Jan 13
My brain operates like my messaging skills
Typed out my heart.
Deleted every word.
Forgotten.

I suppose I should cling to what I feel
But the moment they surface they feel
Too unreal
So I delete them from my head
Watch them until they're dead
Forget that it's ok to feel
Maria Jan 10
Please, listen to me.
I know you’ve done it forever.
Maybe you’ve done it more than enough,
More than you should not now or ever.

Please, listen to me.
I swear to you, I will be silent.
And in my silence you’ll see my soul,
Which will be crying out of mind.

My soul’s alive.
It needs much power to go on living.
It simply wants to go ahead
Without guile, with only pure feeling.

Please, listen to me.
I know you’ll still do it forever.
But no matter what happens to any of us,
Please, listen to me whatever, whenever.
This poem is about soul's suffering
Wary Jan 10
He sought to fade from her mind’s embrace,
While she lingered, haunted by his trace.
Her silence, a requiem of love's defeat,
A quiet sorrow she chose not to repeat.
He dreamed of renewal, of chances untold,
But she, with fortitude, let the past grow cold.
Requiem of her love
In the hush of the twilight, dreams await,
Slumber beckons, the stars narrate.
Lay down your head, let the night enfold,
Rest your bones, let the dreams take hold.

The pillow soft, a cloud in the sky,
Carries you to where the dreamers lie.
Through the night, may peace be your guest,
In the sacred silence, find your rest.

So close your eyes, the journey’s begun,
To the land where dreams and night are one.
May the moonlight guide you through the flight,
Until dawn returns with the morning light.
Sleep is a meditative sanctuary.
Immortality Jan 7
No distance,
no time,
only this moment,
you and I,
as if the god above,
has listened to my heart's love.

Life is a series of moments.
One moment happy, the next sad. But when two hearts meet as one, nothing else matters......
Maria Jan 6
He always made coffee for her.
She adored it whenever she was.
She looked at him by all her eyes
When he was speaking, no matter what of.

He always knew what to say or to do,
As to she scared of nothing.
She could be herself whenever with him.
She could be naughty and laughing.

She always was strict and stubborn
With everyone else nearby.
But close to him she became as cotton,
Light and calm for a while.

She was afraid of losing him,
And he loved her completely all.
He always made coffee for her
And she loved him in spite of all.
This is the poem for and about two. This love is for both of them. They are for each other. This love is very tender and true.
Erenn Jan 5
Five years passing slow
love was never truly there
just a borrowed dream

Words once sparked the night
now drown in the quiet void
hearts speak different tongues

Each step feels like stone
a duty bound by routine
the spark long faded

"Reach for the infinite sun,"
She said, yet pulling the heavens
gravity of doubt

Two worlds side by side
beds cold, the nights stretch endless
their hands never meet

What is left but hope?
A tether to something gone
His mettle whispers, "Stay."
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