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Dance with me darling
Dance on the moon
Dance in a meadow of stars
In bright shades of blue and silver
Let us burn the ground
Beneath our feet
And grow the world anew
With the softness of every movement
Spin me around
Like a twirling galaxy
In a dress of stars and colors
Lift me up and kiss me
As we dance into the sky
Cotton Candy Jun 16
i let softness sit in my chest
cotton candy woven between ribs
sweet and light and a bit sticky to the touch,
hard to untangle oneself from

i let softness take a seat at the table
fold its hands in its lap
smile, nod, and listen with joy
such polite company, the kind you hope stays late

i let softness make its home here
to the best of my ability
welcome it openly and appreciate its presence
try and return its kindness
made this as my first poem hence my username lol,,, i'll try to write more often.
Michael H Jun 6
Cuddly
Soft
Sensitive
Touch
Move

Freeing
Giving each other life
Closer and closer
Python in brains
Already there

Beautiful
Light blue
Animation with AI
Stark love
passion

Driving
Counter-thievery
Reading fast
Choosing how human you are
Faux-morality dying
207
That first night, I pulled out all the pulp of my swollen, pumpkin heart and showed it to you.
All full and wet and messy
You cupped in your hands the filling from your own heart
Much the same as mine

And we shared a likeness
Two souls born real and rich
Out of garden patch dirt
Full of gourds and crickets

I trusted your blossoms and your stems and your weeds
But you stowed it all away as suddenly as you came
And I'm still standing here
With all my stringy
Sopping soul
Exposed.
Charlie's Web Feb 13
How many times must my fists smack your stiffness until you soften?

I don’t want to use my fists, I’m not violent.
Even in defense, words raised to take the hardness,
silently, repeat, repeat.
Raised to repeat, repeat.
I never wanted to be violent.

I don’t want to use my fists, but your stiffness is contagious.
I don’t know how to look at you without them,
smacking every corner, separating hard shells.

I don’t want to use my fists.
my hands,
They’re raw and dry, too sanitized.
and my shell is colliding, oozing, fermenting
into juices of the berries you forbid.
I don’t want to use my fists anymore.
My hands want to open, softly.  
Sweet unfolding fingers
offer demons blessed darlings.
Julischka Jan 30
Can I be your bird?
I will sit on your shoulder
And whisper in your ears
My secret songs
So that nobody else hears
The softness of the air
Dancing through your hair

I will sing with my sweetest voice
Hoping your choice falls on me
And you don’t run away
Leaving me flying in the nothingness

Can I be your bird?
I will sleep on your nightstand
My head tucked under my wing
At the spot, your alarm clock used to ring
I will sing a secret melody
Bringing you remedy
In an early morning

I will sing with my sweetest voice
Hoping your choice falls on me
And you don’t run away
Leaving me flying in the nothingness

Can I be your bird?
I will patiently wait for you to finish
Your dish and leave bread crumbs
On your napkin.
Just let it be!
A drop of water from your glass
Will bathe me

I will sing with my sweetest voice
Hoping your choice falls on me
And you don’t run away
Leaving me flying in the nothingness

Can I be your bird?
I will nest on your chest
Build a home above your heart
So when I depart
And fly away in the nothingness
Your soul will remember a song she heard
Of someone who’s never been your bird
Raven Jan 8
From the top of this mountain
I look upon the earth.
Everything seems so small
as the wind is stroking my skin.

All our problems,
insignificant.
As gravity looses it's grip on me
my worries fade away.

The wind is whispering to me,
begging me to follow its call.
Like a feather
it carries me away.
gracie Nov 2018
I hate this softness
that infests me to my core
pretty parasite
daisypunk Oct 2018
o mother star
bright and elating
how may it be that i
could ever shine
with your strength
your grace
your kindness

o mother star
is it not true
that we should all aim
to live with
a purpose above
only ourselves

o mother star
let me be your champion
your paragon of love
my one truest hope
is to be able to
call the sky my own

o mother star
please lend me a wish
any night of my time
so that i may reach
the heights you've set
so dazzlingly high
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