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Faith 59m
I fell in love with you
From across the table
William Troup Sep 24

A quill in hand, on parchments he scribes
   an endearing fable, of you and I?
   his ink would surely dry!
      His lines run deeper, our veins to thin
         to save our end
         from diamond lies!


A quill in hand, from memories he scribes
   an echoing story, of you and I?
   his mind would surely fly!
      His heart beats harder, our time to lean
         to save our start
         from velvet skies!


A quill in hand, from daydreams he scribes
   a yearning tale, of you and I?
   his hand would surely die!
      His words cut finer, our lungs to small
         to save our voices
         from warning signs ...
I'm just nothing but trouble
Facing out this own battle
Looking for the way to struggle
It's not easy as turning table

But i trust myself to take a handle
Just waiting for day to getting better
Everything's fine and going brighter
Seated at my table,
you’ll find me, myself, and I
All three different versions talk
yet do not bat an eye
You must be invited here
it’s not an open door
And if nothing is brought with you,
your feet may hit the floor
You see, here at my table
are the l ones that I let in
It’s few and far between
but sometimes they may sit
And when you’re at my table there
must be something to present
Or else the clock is ticking
and your time will all be spent
It’s always been myself here,
some have eaten some have stayed
Some have packed their food to go
And left me there unpaid
But if you’d care to join me
At my table you may eat
Be sure you have your wallet
Or you will not have a seat
This poem is a story about who i allow into my life. There are so many people we come in contact with. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers, etc.
if you’re like me, you don’t always let these people into your life. And the ones you do allow yourself to be vulnerable with must provide something for you. If they do not present anything more to your life than you already have, but take from it, then those people are not worth having.
Ylzm Aug 15
Profusely thanking their gods and goddesses
when striking it big
Slinking silently from the table
when losing it all
But ever faithful to their capricious gods
Never ever seeing the ever seeing eye
Or the hidden algorithms
Calculated to lure you again and again
To play and pay for the thrills
That by Chance you're the gods' favoured one.
Jule Aug 11
A blessing comes soon
From this food we consume
From places around the world
Another feeds a small girl
With the same seed we eat
From your table to my teeth
What a delight we can share
Whilst spreading culture everywhere
had pizza with pineapple and mushrooms on it for the first time
Megan Hammer Aug 5
Turning the clock back, searching the face of this man
And he sees me - stands in the lobby
Frowning and sad
Ask me your questions, tell me your name once again

He’s taking a group to the lakes
And he’s holding some whiskey by the picnic table
Hit me
He throws back his head and laughs

Standing beside the river
Where our hands touch the edge of Montmartre
Back to a beach where I’m quietly waiting
On the rumors of summer, on you to come meet me

Lay out a blanket, bring something to feed the birds
He watches them fly back to our place
Where I fall asleep as he reads in bed
As he closes his eyes, dreaming of a church on the mountain

Come back, I’m dreaming of a flight back from London
Where you stand at the gate like the first time
Take me to the basement
To the old hotel room I’m still in

Answer my questions, I’ll say your name once again
Frowning and sad
Because I can’t turn the clock back
Searching for the face of this man
Ashton Jul 7
it's wood cut and clawed
markings of years of

built to be sturdy and strong
it's legs stir and shake
with every new addition

even bodies

til one day

Donna May 28
I love my beige white
spotted table cloth it’s a
forever picnic
❤️ loving my table cloth in chalet it’s well lovely me and dean love eating at our table ***
sky dining table.
much loaves of bread, butter heaps;
windswept the leftover.
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