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I had mistaken the embers for ashes.
I passed by, blind to the fire,
betraying the flames
and leaving the phoenix
for a more prescient pilgrim.
In too much of a rush.
Steve Page Dec 12
Treacle-ly can sometimes be nice
Treacle-ly will always be sweet
But never when making decisions
Don't bring treacle when we meet
from a comment at work
Jeremy Betts Dec 5
I don't want to give up
In the face of everything telling me to let go
I wish I didn't,
But I know
And yes I know
Part of me will fall apart
My only hope is that it's slow
Praying to no one
That no one will know
Hope it doesn't show
But hope is so shallow
Hide behind my shadow
But don't allow
Darkness to retake control
And ransack this soul
Restacking the goal
The top goal flipped
To basic survival
Gone are the illusions
Of ever again being whole
Back in my hole I go
Back to the simple
A *******
Limping back to what I know

©2024
Steve Page Oct 6
I let Fast Fashion pass me by
I choose a slower way
I watch the needle drop right down
And I while away the day

I choose the Slowest Fashion
The one grandmother wore
I now knit at the slowest pace
With no desire for more

I knit and purl to my content
This is my path to peace
But don't ask me to knit for you
This one is for my niece
My daughter loves knitting
kel Sep 26
i'm a procrastinator
barely getting anything done
my body's a traitor
never waking up and finish things

but i guess procrastinators
can be described in a beautiful way too-

procrastinating is like when the tides
fall back and
the path between the islands appears and guides
us as we leave footprints along the path

as the sun sets
and the moon gives us a soft glow
and we wash away our regrets
and finish our little trek

<3
a poem for procrastinators <3
Bhavani Sep 8
just woke up
so late, what do i eat
sleep wasn’t deep.
Bhavani Sep 7
My swollen left cheek
a round bed of marshmallows
pat pat, pat pat, boing!

swallows saliva
drinks a cup of iced milo
an oasis forms

all that ice a shock
to my newly-formed blood clot;
what is this soreness
Man Aug 5
The joy of simplicity entertained,
Is the death of false airs-
Like that of the faux intellect.
Fancy as a fop,
Gay as a dandy-
Yet, still the poorest sops.
That the point went overhead,
To me, it merely was beneath me
But you could get no lower.
Just wait till you drop! :)
mace May 11
it didn't sneak up on me
i fell slowly
with every act of kindness where she'd go out of her way for

i could lean on her.

she loves me unashamedly.
but i was afraid and stuck in quicksand
but she pulled me up
again and again
no matter how many times i mistook the sinking death trap as ground

our mutual sacrifice for eachother
out of concern, out of care, just because;
is what love is
just another love poem for my gf don't mind me
Moe May 1
All the wallflowers
Picking up the sun
Slowly walking towards
The madness
Moving statues
Entwined at the
Fingertips
You can find your
Picture on my wall
Walking on two legs
Facing the sound
Of empty eyes
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