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Bowedbranches Apr 2024
Closure
Is an illusion
Science shows us
Life is constantly
In flux

Cant keep waiting
On a certain moment, event,
Or epiphany
To button up our suffering
In a neat little package

We've hung on to this hope of
AFTER
Only "AFTER" is when I'll be healed
Enduring days won't be devastating
And suddenly I'll be this beacon
Of strength, I'll be able to endure anything

In truth,
Grief's a heartache
That never really goes away
The brain starts to play
With what's "fact"and whats "fake"

If this is the way
Then where am I going?
Hailey Apr 2024
Out of all the choices in life I could’ve been anything,
but I only wanted to be yours.

- whenever you’re ready I’ll be here
maria Apr 2024
And your silence hums like a ringing in my ear.
My hand extended in mid-air
and yours lingering by your side.
Needed you then,
needed the sound,
but away, away, away you went.
Nothing left unsaid,
nothing said at all.
I just meditate on the lifeless air,
and talk myself in circles.
031224
2:20PM/ SM

I long for this very day —
You’ll sing me lullabies
You’ll welcome me to Your rest
Where You prepared a room for me.

I long for the tears to be wiped away
For every spoken word to be heard firsthand.
And Your throne of majesty will satisfy my eyes,
Your presence and greatness, no more a picture.

I long for the glory to come,
For every heart to beat for You —
To bring glory not just in knees
But to see You face to face.

I long for Your return
Not just a visit to my broken soul,
My weary heart awaits for you…
And I’ll wait patiently —
Patiently waiting for You.
Goddess of USR Mar 2024
In Riverside Square, a vision in blue,
A goddess descends, in morning's first hue.
Her train flows like rivers, the steps cannot tame,
Each fold tells a story, each whisper a name.

Her thoughts are a secret, a dance in the air,
Of a love that's awaited, a soul's matching pair.
The world may keep turning, but for her, it waits,
For the moment of meeting, the twist of the fates.

She dreams of a man, with hair like the night,
In visions so clear, she feels his light.
Their souls entwined in time's tight grasp,
Promises made, with each breath, they clasp.

From futures unseen and pasts well-trod,
Their paths have crossed, against all odd.
In the heart of the city, where dreams take flight,
She waits for Dublin, in the soft twilight.

The Now is her canvas, the past her muse,
In the dance of the cosmos, none can refuse.
For love knows no bounds, no time, no space,
In the Now, they'll meet, in a destined embrace.

As dawn breaks the silence, and stars fade away,
The goddess in blue finds the courage to say,
"Though time may divide us, and distance may test,
Our love is the journey, and hope is our quest."

With hearts full of longing, they reach through the years,
Their love is a beacon, transcending all fears.
In a world ever-changing, one truth does remain:
Love's promise eternal, again and again.
For CBM of Dublin- sent with a thousand kisses 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋
Ma'ya Mar 2024
As the sun
Start to set,
In dusk slowly
He grew faint,
Hoping to catch a glimpse,
of his other half.

As the moon rose,
Lighting up the night sky.
In darkness,
She always knew.
A part of her was hidden,
Away out of her reach.
Eclipse do they get to meet,
Would they recognized each other?
Zywa Mar 2024
Waiting is living

half, putting deeds off, looking --


in front of oneself.
Collection "Webgarden"
Jellyfish Mar 2024
Imbalanced at heart
So often I press restart
but nothings starting over,
I'm just pushing myself back

There's so much I lack.
I'll stay in old habits,
So I don't have to face it;
My avoidance.

Even when I try to be right,
I'm still wrong.
My last finger is slipping from the dogs tail,
Will she turn around and bite me or disappear?

I sit and wait to see the ending,
But it never comes.
The globe keeps spinning
And time moves on, leaving me unwinding.
Jim Mar 2024
It was a Tuesday when it happened
You walked through the door
as if I was never here
As if we never were

I counted the times
the acacia tree branch knocked
on the stained glass window by our bedside
I hoped it was you knocking
through that door on a Tuesday morning
because I am still here

Another Tuesday
my eyes still locked on the floor
where your shadow used to be
when you walked through that door
as if I was never here
because we no longer are.
selina Feb 2024
i sit and watch you and wait like a dog
always just two steps behind you and
always just begging you for scraps

as if two seconds of your attention
would be enough to fill my empty, empty stomach
as if two mere seconds would ever be enough

but you can't even give that-
my friends say i'm too nice and you just call out my name
and when i see that familiar self-satisfied smile on your face

i just become a bad liar and i just look the other way
and i go back to pretending like your bare minimum
is enough to fix my bellyache
live love dog poems
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