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i once had a dream.
about her, 
of course. 
who else would it have been?

and she was there --
in front of me
laughing, 
looking so
effortlessly
pretty,
like joy had learnt
how to refract
through her smile.
and she was
my girlfriend.
my
girlfriend.
and her lips --
they looked
like they were something...
between a promise
and a secret.
warm,
and soft.
i smiled
at her.
gosh.
she slowly leaned in,
and i had
plummeted
into waking.

it was just a dream.
not real.
not at all real.
but god --
it felt like solace.
saw a prompt on instagram, "write about a dream you had, extra challenge, use one of these words; refract, crimson, plummet, solace"
date wrote: 23/625
Shiva Chauhan Jun 22
Isn't the sunrise lovely:
"I still love you, but I won’t hold you back."

It captures that quiet ache of letting go with grace. The sunrise here symbolises acceptance, the start of a day without them, and the painful beauty of moving forward.

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We were talking, we were laughing,
We walked down the street together,
Looked up at the sky, shining,
Isn't the moon lovely, my forever?

It's hard to keep love a secret, for sure,
Yet I chose not to tell your eyes divine,
For your worth is inestimable, mon amour,
I'm dying to hold your hands and call you mine.

You make me complete, you're my home,
Your aroma, your gestures, your spark, oh so sweet,
With you, I find solace, never to roam,
Your presence, my sanctuary, is all I need.
In quiet moments, with you, everything feels like home.
Now the cuts
have faded to pale seams,
from the girl
who left her key on the counter,
and took the why with her,
and the friend
you hadn’t seen in years
but still called brother,
his paintings hanging quiet on walls
in rooms no longer yours.

like the ghost of an old song,
still in key
you rise again
fingernails dark with soil,
burying sunflower seeds
in morning’s cold fog.

The dog needs feeding.
There’s toast to burn,
and leaves to steep.
You carry your small life
like a cracked bowl
that still holds water.

After years bent in ritual hunger,
knees pressed to rice,
tongue dry from vow,
nights lit like altars,
no revelation came.
No divine telegram.
No trumpet of truth,
just the kitchen humming
and the silence after the call.

Only the widow neighbor,
waving through fogged glass.
Only the pipes in the wall
clunking like an old lung.
Only the light
barging in
without your consent.

You believe in coats
with missing buttons,
safety pins where zippers gave,
old threads that never matched
but held anyway.
You forgive the past
not because it asked
but because you need the room.

It builds in your bones
like wind in an empty house,
constant, uninvited,
and full of old names.
Like a tune half-remembered,
only the hum
remains.
Robii Jun 19
It is within
Within the mind
Beyond the sight

A world on it own
World of anything felt deeply
Seen with the eyes but not there
Time travel done through thoughts, ideas and pictures
An adventure to unlock dreams, possibilities and impossibilities

My solace
Distinct planets to lands of perfection to the peak of the mountains my mind wander to
An ecstatic  cosmos indeed
If you can’t see it
You can’t achieve it.
Do what makes you happy
See it and be it
Bekah Halle Jun 17
Slow us
Lord, that we watch our ways
And about turn
To Your face.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 14
Falling leaves in autumn,
Washing all the sins away.
Crushed under the feet’s rhythm,
Mixing with the soil and clay.

Washing all the sins away,
Headed to fresh new start.
Mixing with the soil and clay,
Fixing the broken heart.

Headed to fresh new start,
Blooming flowers in spring.
Fixing the broken heart,
Like melodies from violin’s string.

Blooming flowers in spring—
Gave me a fresh new start.
Like melodies from violin’s string,
Solace that flowers bring to my heart.
A Pantoum presenting a complete loop from decay to rebirth and renewal and the solace we find upon renewal.
Just know, it's not your fault.
No, It's not your fault .
The Mind betrays the heart.
But no, it's not your fault.

It's not like you could know.
Paths you were meant to walk.
All paths will over grow.
Being lost is not your fault.

Your human form stays lost.
The soul will pay no cost.
It's created to bathe in light.
No darkness is your fault.  

Oars ****** you toward a call.
You'll get weak, and you'll stall.
The sea will never calm.
No struggle is your fault.

Know that it's not your fault.
Your heart takes all the shots.
It's running from your mind,
And no, It's not your fault  

For, all will over grow.
The sea will never calm.
And no, it's not your fault.
Just know, it's not your fault.

©

Derek Abraxas

"The Quantum Bound Poet"
Rubab Zehra Apr 27
My heart bled until there was nothing left.
Pain was my cradle.
Silence, my only companion.
The ones I trusted
turned their backs,
and I stood there,
small against the weight of their rejection.
I waited for love.
I waited for peace.
I waited for someone to see me,
to stay.
But they never came.
Now I know,
Love is an illusion,
peace a dream that dies on waking.
Every promise,
every connection,
was just smoke in the wind.
And when the illusions burned away,
so did the last pieces of me
that needed them.
I do not ask for hands to hold.
I do not ask for words to heal.
I do not ask at all.
I choose distance.
I choose silence.
I choose the untouched sky,
the endless road,
the vastness of my own being.
Freedom is no longer something I beg for.
It is something I am.
Out of the ashes,
I rise.
untouched,
unafraid,
entire.
Simon Bridges Apr 26
Being this way
They say
Is a natural occurrence
                               Certain
                               Predictable

     As when the path of
Worldly planets collide
              A shadow cast
              Upon the other
The dark eclipse
                                Inevitable

How does one soften
Such emotion
When its surface
             Is taught
Like the spine of an open book
                       Placed face down
For ease of remembrance
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