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Antionicia Apr 2019
one day 
it will be 
me
the love of my life
and the sun
rising above the trees
to capture
the scarlet night

we will rock 
back and forth 
                and forth and back 
and back and forth 
again 
and catch 
butterflies on our 
tongues 
as we bathe 
in the warmth 
of each other’s arms

my home
will forever belong
in
you
Dylan Jones Apr 2019
Soft-spoken
Chipper and choking
Jess will lead the way 'cause she can mimic the motions
Off axis
Sprightly and spastic
She said, "Jeopardy is fake, my love."
"Live life like it's practice."

You're my favorite fish
You're my favorite
I don't usually fall in love
I'm not used to fa-la-la-la
samara lael Apr 2019
"your hands are soft",
you say as you hold them gently
& although i have been told
this before,
you make me believe it.

your words are pear drops
that sweeten my soul
& pool in your palm.

your soft hands hold mine.
okay so it's 0237 & i just wrote this with my eyes half shut in 5 minutes because this person is keeping me up in my head.
Adarsh Jaiswal Apr 2019
It's Soft
Yet It Weighs
too Much.
thesa Apr 2019
'you are just like these flowers'
you said softly
pointing out the forget-me-nots to me

'not only because they're beautiful
but because they had to take the rain
and to survive every storm
to be able to grow'
misha Apr 2019
is it cruel that sometimes i am
able to breathe normally,
and to get through
the day without
sobbing when
i think about you?

it's only been a little while
but it seems as if
i've forgotten your
petal soft skin,
always fresh with soap,
your hair neatly
clamped to a side
and,
your aching back which
arches stronger than
any bridge, carrying
all the weight of the
life you lived

those weary eyes,
glossy with tears
when we came to
visit from miles away
only to stay for hours,
with you crying
as you hug us
as we depart
like robots

we could've visited more often,
stayed a little longer,
because now all i can do is
pray in the morning when i wake up,
pray when i come back from school,
pray before going to sleep

i wish that your soft skin
stays gleaming,
i wish that your aching back
is no longer curved like a bangle
but instead straight like a ladder
letting you reach the heavens,
your long hair full of colour,
draping earth

and when i'll see the shadow,
i'd think that's you above me,
when i'll see the rain falling,
i'd think it's you crying
as you miss us,
as you look over us,
as you love us from there,
and when spring comes
the petals dancing in the air,
fragrance from france,
the one that's so expensive
won't even compare to your
scent

please let me shake in your
arms as you rub my back
with the strength of generations

please let me hug you
and cry with you as i leave
you behind

just for a little while
let's be together
in this short
life
not even a month has passed. i still love you, we miss you so much. i hope that you're not suffering in your grave or that you're scared, i hope that perhaps the light from heaven greets your grave, warming you in happiness. please be happy ammi.
Madison Greene Apr 2019
you have to learn to outgrow things without it breaking you
you'll revisit memories and places like old friends
and the most beautiful thing will be the way you've changed, when other things have stayed the same
certain pieces of your life are only meant for seasons
certain people, too
there's a melancholy beauty in walking away
let them go, with a soft kind of ruthlessness
endings don't have to be tragedies
fiachra breac Apr 2019
oh but for a moment of sweet, foolish fun.

smouldering coals glow bright
with gentle touch.

a moment of young, lovely bliss,

a kiss shared -
a real one,
not the farce of hours prior -
from one who is interested.

conversation spills out,
and with it,
admiration, affinity,
some sense of belonging.

silly things, not heavy,
but light.
float above the damp night grass -
soar amongst the clouds gathering above.

push past the smoking remains of
the fire

up the stairs

laughter, smiles, warm skin

nobody's business but ours
nobody's business but ours... a kind face and listening ear
Tim Garemore Apr 2019
brink of a doubling over
down falls forming a sensory slump
soft spoke and mirror smoke
   jailed as rome's one true heroes
we were softly sure oft and were true disposed,
'man alive told me and now I am telling you'
grant this - that we are born and die
forever feeling a drifting time
what a ride
grant this - that we are most recent
and are and are again
the newest information we feel
grant this - that we are loved
and that we are the newest
unto we are ourselves
Edited a bit to be less floaty. Wrote this while nearly drifting off into a soft sleep in a class that doesn't matter
Ray Dunn Apr 2019
Silk coated the plush,
your warm hands to greet me.
Soft caresses of my hair,
from a girl with hands softer.

Sunlight drifting in,
soft gold flakes dancing just for us—
warm open windows
to attract the sounds of society,

off-white, draping robes cover
lace-clad thighs—
smoother than thought possible.
All there for me to caress.

Time in molasses...
nowhere to be,
nobody to please,
except, of course, Her.
Ancient Greece was the peak Gay time tbh
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