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Ginn Mosxa Jan 2023
I'll peel the peaches one by one
And slice them when the peeling's done
I'll cook them down in sugar brown
And in the syrup you'll surely drown
Atop the peaches I will cook
A lovely cobbler in which you'll be hooked

We'll sit together then
Both hopeful that it never ends
We laugh, we smile, make amends
Sisters, friends, it all makes sense
We're happy now, in this moment

Though I must admit I never liked
The peaches that you hold so high
Still I find this cobbler fine
As it brings together you and I
….Even if it's all a lie

If I make a wish, it all comes true
Could I still be me and you be you?
I just don't think it'd work at all
One of us would have to fall
And I'm unwilling now to break
To mend all of your aching weight

Perhaps it's best we put it to rest
This Cobbler, a lie, was all a jest
A wishful thought, a helping hand
One I knew would never land
Still I can dream, a dream again
At some point maybe I'll forget...
A slight little ode to Cherry Red, for Chelsi. Cherry Red's sister, we could call it. <3 I do miss you, everyday. Whoever you were, I miss you.
The frequencies produced by our thoughts resonate with different aspects of our physical environment. Liquids, solids, gases, and plasma. When you combine two elements they may, or not, produce a reaction. A measure that can assure that no reaction occurs is too contain it. In a lab, in order for the observer to see the contents of the container, glass is utilized. Only rarely in case of highly volatile substances is a tinted or otherwise opaque container used. Boundaries. They prevent any of the substances from altering their resting state. Randy and I are highly volatile together. I wonder what a gas and a plasma can create through their union. I wonder if they can achieve fusion.
I keep looking for a way to work on my marriage. I’m trying to think about it in terms of creation. Creation is so volatile, so messy, often painful. Cookies don’t start out sweet and delicious, they become cookies with love, and folding, and pressing, and kneading, and time, and heat.
vanessa marie Nov 2022
the first night you found me
i was singing in the kitchen
"we are young" on the speakers
feeding into your addiction

and i didn't know you then
i had my own group of friends
found myself pulled into your
seven-day weekends

and we didnt last long
but nobody said we would
my memory of you is marked with
a promise of falsehood

one final night last may
left me crying at the ballet
god i was such a cliche, i
thought that i could change your ways
em Nov 2022
when i wrote about you
i wrote in floods of passion
tears dripping and smearing the ink on my pages
ruining the art i made all about you
just like you ruined me
2 yrs and i miss your toxicity just because i felt something
Outsider Oct 2022
Stripped,
to the flesh.
Gnawed,
till there's nothing left;
but bones.
Buried 6 feet under,
like a cliche,
I lay; forgotten,
by my own consciousness.
Dead, but still roaming;
only a shell, of the former self.

Haunting,
screeching voices echo;
pleading mercy,
past peripheral vision.
Desperate to be heard,
yearning to embody.
Lost in translation,
misunderstood, and dreaded.
Stuck in limbo, with no suffrage.

Out of presence.
Still, real.
Seeking,
a chance at revival.
In this poem, I portray the consequences of succumbing to toxic love, in which you lose all sense of self.
Heavy
Hard to find
Made to blind
Native to the air
Never a match
Cameras catch
My brilliant flash
Intensely luminous
Inert bondless boundless
Brilliant under pressure
Near weightless to measure
Alone a harmless asphyxiant
The living keep their distance
The dead are drawn to the brilliance
Fluorine bonds but it’s a valence
I would be the element Krypton
If the galaxy were a neuron
You would be my fluorine
We crave the current
Rarely apparent
That makes us
Flamboyant
Transparent
Mia Aug 2022
I will pour my love into you,
Saving myself no emergency reservoir,
Deeming you deserving as soon as
You said you "have not felt love before".

I will forget and forgive in a second,
to enable me to love you more,
and treat you like you walk on clouds
All because you said you have only ever experienced prickly affection.

I will hug you tightly with love,
and you will swamp me with yours
grateful to have someone to give it to.

I will fall for you,
harder and faster than I have ever fell before.
Unaware that I have been pushed
by your claims of inexperienced love.
I have a habit of loving people because they say they need it.
Ralph Bobian Feb 2021
..Optimism..
What is optimism?
Optimism is when honest isn't...
It’s when you say that word
Cuz what you keep wanting to happen
Ends up happening different..
It’s when that night demon in your head
Keeps taunting you in your bed
By telling you to give in
but you refuse to listen
and talk back to it instead like
“Hey everything happens for a reason”
Ya keep on dreaming…

..Optimism..
That’s when you try to make lemonade
out of the lemons that life has handed you
even though they’re rotten..
That’s when you pour cold water
over the dead flowers you’ve been gifted
only to watch them drown
when you just wanted to
make them blossom
That’s when you look at
your own glass as half full
But ignore the poison in the glass
that’s it’s half full of regardless

…Optimism...
When the hope that you’ve always had
slowly turns into denial
until you deny that you have no hope
And it becomes a cycle for you to cope
With something you can’t let go of
Even when you know it’s long forgotten...

Ya it’s easy to say that “sky’s the limit”
when your chin is only
kept the **** up
Because you refuse to see
that underneath you
Is rock bottom

Optimistic -> caustic-> until you’re drop-kicked
into a neurotic mental hardship..
so… what is optimism?

Simply put:
..Optimism is toxic..
Alex Ranström Aug 2022
she touches me and i am lost
in her hair, her mouth,
her eyes, her skin—
she is quicksand, she is oasis.
she speaks to me and i am allured
her voice lily of the valley,
daring tongue soft and subtle
lethal as i drink her in
no longer can i give anyone else
what i so eagerly give to her
Written on 8 December 2018 in honour of a dear friend of mine
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