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lisagrace Jul 23
Her heart remains
In Winter's ice
Some embers dance—
only to prance
toward Spring's entice

Unknowable are her
heart's desires,
and so she must wait
for Spring's cool fires
to melt away the crystalline
and reveal the love
she yearns to sing

And so, she waits for Spring
enty Jul 20
I cannot possibly sleep,
when you are shepherding the sheep I count.
When the sun sets because of your will.
When the earth itself would rebel for the crease of your lips.

Do not expect me to move,
when your soul has shocked me to stillness.
So like the moon I am stuck in this orbit
static and desperate around you.

I am frozen, in a constant state of waiting
while you dance and giggle at my fate.
You poke me then flee from the fire,
while I burn and wish I could taste the
adrenaline in your breath.
-nt
an anguished lover suffering under the weight of their intense —yet ultimately meaningless— feelings as the other teases and taunts.
Sonora Jul 19
s.
   s o n o r a ,
n.
   n o t  r i g h t  n o w
a.
   a m  b u s y ,  c a n ' t  t a l k                  
p.
  please don't leave
d.
  d o n ' t  g e t  a t t a c h e d  s o  f a s t
r.
  rare is true attraction and rare is reciprocation. how quick you are to dismiss it
a.
  am I to go on with my life as if you are not a steadying force? you will let me stumble
g.
  g u e s s  ******>.
.
.
n.
  now is the end? love is irrational but you don't understand
I loved a star that never knew my name,
a silent flame,
fixed in the wreck of night.
Her stillness fooled me
into believing she sang.

She blinked once
in some long-dead century,
and I’ve lived ever since
by ghost light.

They say she's gone,
burned out or broken,
but I keep whispering psalms
to her afterglow,
drinking to the shape she made
in my sky.

I don't need the truth,
just the dream
of her burning.

Like something that waited for me,
not knowing I was too late
the moment I began.
Greta Jul 18
maybe i have nothing good to say, because I've never been loved before
feelings come and they fly away, never my way
it's easy to write about things you know nothing about, the words that crawl from under your skin, they're the ones that tear you apart
let them tear me down

I looked at you, with everything I thought I knew, fell into a place I've searched,
for so long
i looked at you, full of hope, and called it "truth", never been harmed before, gave you my body and soul

you looked the other way..
Raven Star Jul 18
Would you have loved me
If i was a worm?
Crushed and torn
Like i mattered nothing at all.

Would you have searched for me
n the soil ?
Would you have made your hands *****
For a while?

But the truth is that
It doesn't matter if I'm a person or worm
I would always have been
Torn and torn and torn.
Published an untitled poem a couple weeks ago, this is the full version. Partially written by a friend actually.
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