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LC Apr 9
he glued down a blue, square tile
to the bare, boring floor.
my purple triangle moved in
right next to the square
like it was meant to be there.
our hands kept the tiles in place,
then we took a step back,
and his arms surrounded me.
we did this every day
until the pattern became
our solid foundation.
#escapril day 8!
Every cloud has a silver lining
Behind the cloud the Sun still shining
Precipitation cloud vanishes
Or
Flies away
The Sun shining
Rock bottom
You have solid foundation
Raising your skyscraper
LC Dec 2020
when her heart flutters faster
than the wings of a hummingbird,
his steady heartbeat anchors her
to the solid ground underneath their feet.
Betty Jul 2020
All rock is retired

A former molten beastie

Breath belching fire
I like the idea of the life of rocks
Irakli Beria Mar 2020
Feeling - really emotionally
And filling
phrases
From solid, continuous rings
Consistent - Chain...
He can be saved
A ship destined to sink.
Agent Sea of ​​the massive desert,
Build a forest on the steppe...

My feeling disappears in the chain,
You'll see you until...
John McCafferty Jan 2020
Brazen stirred emotions from the mountain top
Released undeterred to flow downhill
From the meadows through thick forest to solid oak
Followed raw heated rage to a path of implicit destruction
Pleasant land starts to rumble
Quiver and stumble
A river once dry comes alive.
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Go ahead
Strip me down
And let my bare skin glisten in the moonlight
Like a lost penny.
Smooth, rich and brown

Stroll strategically towards the stranger
That you wish to straddle between your thighs
Yet never know intimately

Haven't you noticed that my thoughts stream on infinitely?

Flawlessly they stretch out
And might even strike a cord with you
Like a string quartet enveloping
your world with an influx of sound
If only you'd let them

I could take your mind to the brink with a wink
And single link of the syllables inside my head
Yet, I just nod politely

Fine.
Sink into the couch with me
And without a blink drink in my nakedness
Like an alcoholic ogling a bottle of Jack's at the side of a liquor store

Stroke the corpulent curves that you so desire
No need to straggle
Or strive to garner any form of familiarity

You've unbuttoned my shirt with your fingers
But why can't I undress you with my words?
Wyatt Nov 2019
There’s much strength
in firm, solid ground
yet I’m still obsessed
with having my head
deep in the clouds.
We all start to fall when we
get hungover from the high.
We forget how to be humble
when we get a taste of the sky.
One of many lessons. - 3
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