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Ghostt Apr 2020
i want to feel the warmth of that room again
where i used to never be scared to lay my head
until the night everything changed
and it changed us
the room was no longer warm
i couldn't bare to even close my eyes
they took the warmth from me
and they took it from you
as the food burned
along did a piece of us both
they say as time goes by it gets easier
but they forgot to mention a part of you will hold onto that night forever
k e i Apr 2020
there are these girls
with flowing golden hair
radiating against their vibrant auras
on a sunset along the shore
and those girls,
with icicles in their stares
who spoke sentences that leave you with a frostbite

there are summer girls and winter girls-

and she's more of a summer girl;

i can see why you fell for her,
the sun and all the forest fires she's started in the folds of your paper heart, torches lighting up every time you hold her hand
of course who can forget the orange glow the world around gets every time her lips are pressed against yours?
she's the epitome of a perfect sky capturing all the gleam you've ever and never thought of


then comes the winter girl

a hundred and one warnings about her have been told
number one: she's crystalline and soon you'll be nothing but jagged cracks
number two:she's not as pure as snow is
number three: you do not want to turn into a hypothermic misanthropy so run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run

yet somehow underneath the layers of her icy composure
lie delicate snowflake structures-
you get a glimpse of what's underneath the tip of the iceberg

and she proved the warnings wrong one at a time
it's like you're ice skating for the first time, tripping, but she's there to catch you just in time
she'll remind you of the giddiness of the snowball fights you had with your childhood friends all those decembers ago
suddenly being with her feels as right as a warm cup of chocolate on the first snowfall
and you dwell in her chilling comfort once the sun vanishes, taking away your summer girl

but in the end,
you still choose to end up with your summer girl and the bronze sparkling moments
leaving the wintergirl caught up in her blizzards in reckless abandon , existence crumbling

and i understand why
for who would choose having no permanent residence over a fully furnished home?

but then i should have told you from the start,the secret:
you’re not suppose to choose between those girls
or even turn them into something but just a plain casualty
because summer girls' flames will engulf your whole being until you're robbed of the capacity to blow out the candles
you'll strike all the matches you can find just so the love will never turn lukewarm
and you'll thaw the winter girl's frozen soul even if it numbs you to the core

these girls, they're powerful gypsies,
personifications of destructive illustrious love
Jared Apr 2020
I've always feared
That all this love I give
is for nothing

Then, I faced death,
her warmest embrace
she  w h i s p e r s  to me

"That love isn't for nothing,
of all the life I can take out,
of this universe and beyond,"

"there is only one thing I cannot ****,"

"love"
Linn C Apr 2020
Missing home,
which is built with love,
little thunder and storm.
Why thunder and storm? Well, no home is perfect. Nothing has to be perfect to be beautiful.
LC Apr 2020
she felt his gravitational pull
she thought it would lead
to another universe
one glittering with stars.

instead, she was pulled into
a vast, pitch black void -
one with no life to be seen,
in which stars were only a dream.

she could only hear her heartbeat
and his voice tempting her
she started to shiver,
wondering when this would end.

suddenly, she felt a pull
from the people she loved
that pull was strong, urgent -
just what she needed to leave him.

before she knew it,
she was back in her universe,
safe, warm, loved, lively.
the stars were here all along.
#escapril day 24!
LC Apr 2020
whenever their words are sandpaper
that aggressively rubs her heart
and forms stinging cuts,
her hands always reach for
her soft, fluffy, warm blanket.
as it envelops her in its warmth,
her heart heals the cuts
and becomes soft again.
#escapril day 23!
How do I tell you
That I miss your hell fire?

Cigarettes in the middle of the night
Wine by campfire light
Lakeside loops
Hula hoops
You were the whiskey in my Dr. Pepper
My now until forever
We walked through the darkness as a pair
I still make our drive but you're not there
I miss you
JosilinP Apr 2020
it doesn't matter what we do
just as long as I'm here with you
we can sit in silence all night
and you'd still turn my world bright
Bello Apr 2020

Flashing light of across the street,
We walk together to the street,
Step by step,
We matching our steps walking together,
Side by side,
Holding each other hand to warm our self,

The tingles of my heart makes me blush,
To see us through our shadow,
We laugh with our own world,
Such lovely scenery to us both,

You can walk me home,
All the way home,
Don't try to anyone else,
Just be yourself.


The Foodie One Apr 2020
My eyes always
wander
from side to side,

Checking for a sign
that tells ‘em to hide

Under a screen
of pretended Lies -
To protect me from
the cruelty of Life.

But, to Lies I prefer
Poetry instead:
warming my heart
with Love once again.
© 04/04/2020
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