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People count the years
by candles and quiet tears.
The twenties, they say,
are when we wait
for the first cry
from a miracle
just learning to breathe.

But some of us, like me,
never quite grow up.
Peter Pan weeps
each time the rain brushes my shoulders.
I come alive again
only in fleeting moments,
like the string that’s slipped
from a flying kite.

Just days ago,
that child stirred again —
flickering like a candle,
reaching toward her teacher,
a man with nothing
but quiet grace,
yet rich in the kind of ways
that make you believe in yourself.

She longed to share
a small bright win,
a spark like a candle’s tip —
just enough to set a heart aglow
beneath the gaze
that once gave her
presence
when the world turned away.

For the first time,
I wanted to tell
someone —
so fully —
like a child
unafraid to confess,
trusting there’d be
an empty seat,
and eyes that wait.

I once thought,
on the day I might break,
as wax melts
over a birthday cake —
would God have mercy
and let me return
as my teacher’s daughter?

But now I know —
even the most beautiful dream
can turn to dust
if we forget to hold the present
while it’s still here.
Even something lovelier
can still feel
like a passing crush —
picked up with wonder,
and dropped
when wonder fades.
From The Desk Where Mr. C Sat
Your smile brightens the room,  
like morning light spilling  
through open windows,  
chasing shadows into corners.  

It weaves warmth  
into the fabric of the day,  
each laugh a gentle ripple,  
softening edges of worry.  

In that glow,  
the world feels smaller,  
and hope sways  
like a flower dancing in the breeze.
Yeah, I finally got this idea written in a relatively decent way. If you saw the person who's beauty inspired this, it would be clearly evident that this poem is drastically inadequate. I'll keep working on it to try and get it better. I'm confident I can. This person's beauty (inner and outward) just strikes me every time I see her. Sorta strikes me dumb. Type of person everyone is always happy to be around. A relatively rare type of person. A blessing. Just cool, in virtually every way. Crimeny, that almost sounds like Marry Poppins. I'm sure you've probably met at least one person like this.
Henryk Jun 9
Her hair so soft, so Luscious and bright.
how grateful I am to be here tonight.

You look like an Angel no others compare,
To be with you so little, it is not fair.

You're Gorgeous, you're Beautiful, you're such a Sweet heart.
What more could I say about you, where do I start?

My Darling you are amazing, more than you know,
The blood to my heart you make it flow.
Hannah Jun 1
I walk up the steps.
Slowly, savoring the peace that fills the air.
The door stays unlocked.
Everything looks the same- untouched.
The air is warm.
Still.
It feels like home.

I sit down.
It is everything I wanted.
Peace falls in through the windows.
I can feel the sun on my face.

Then I remember.
This place isn’t real.
It doesn’t exist.
I never built it.
I never lived here.
I’ve never felt real peace like that.

I stay longer than I mean to.
Each time, it’s harder to leave.
Safety without questions or emotions.
Like I never had to earn any of it.

It only shows when I close my eyes.
It only holds me in silence.
No one else knows.
But I know the walls aren’t real.
I only built it because I needed somewhere to go.

I stay a little longer.
I let it hold me anyways.
Not knowing the next time I will feel this again.
Even if it is fake.

Then I open my eyes.
And try to carry the warmth with me.
Even if the house isn’t real.
Even if the peace is fake.

And still-
When I close my eyes, it’s the only place that’s home.

Leaving gets harder.
The ache lasts longer.
But I always leave.

Because I have to.
Because this house won’t follow me.
Because dreams aren’t real.
It’s too dangerous to stay in dreams.
Even if it’s the only time I’ve felt peace.
It wasn’t real.
And it never will be.

The warmth fades.
I carry what I can.
Now I’m cold.
Alone.
No safety, no peace.
Even if it was fake, I still had it.
Some part of me always stays behind.
That part is hope.

Hope only exists in my dreams.
I have to let it go in order to leave.
Some dreams live just to be visited.
ap0calyps3 May 30
a winter warmth, summer breeze
house by the outskirts, near big trees
not an outsider, always been here
welcome home, my dear.
is this what home is like...?
hope you can picture it the way I do.
this reminds me of home.
I’m awakened with fluttering eyelids,
warmth already draped over me—
tendrils of light reaching,
bursting into every gap they find.
Beckoning me closer,
into the bright,
basking in the touch
that leaves spots on my skin
where I’ve been kissed too much.
A little note for down the road.
We flirted too long, but did so with ease.
Now I’m left in an ever-blushing state!
Oh! The Sun is such a tease!
The air's too dry,
my lips chapped,
but no ordinary balm will do.

Why don't you wear it first,
let it melt into your warmth,
then let me steal it back,

until the taste of your lips
becomes my only addiction.
pnam May 18
Sehmi chaadar mein, thama hua saath tera
Khushboo se pehchaan loon, jaise pehli dafa
Chaadar ki teh mein, bas ek nishaan hai tera
Lehar choo jaaye, to yaadon ka silsila beh chala

Tu ** to neend shabnam ki tarah utarti hai
Har ek pal mein mohabbat ki khushboo bharti hai
Tu na ** to savera bhi be-sabab jagaata hai
Dil udaas hai aur hawa bhi yaadon mein ruk jaata hai

Woh chaadar jo kabhi saath humne odh rakhi thi
Ab bhi us mein teri adaon ke saaye base hain
Woh lamhe jo teri baaton mein chupke se dhal jaayein
Fasaana ban ke har raat mere paas laut aaye

Tu ** to neend shabnam ki tarah utarti hai
Har ek pal mein mohabbat ki khushboo bharti hai
Tu na ** to savera bhi be-sabab jagaata hai
Dil udaas hai aur hawa bhi yaadon mein ruk jaata hai

Dil ke sheher mein khoobsurat aashiyaana hai tera
Jahaan soch ki lehron pe behta fasaana hai mera
Har khayaalon mein dikha ek naya savera
Aur tanhaai tujh mein milne ka bahaana ban jaaye

Us chaadar mein teri garmi mehfooz hai
Tere saath bitaaye har lamhon ka maahaul qaaim hai
Tu ** to neend shabnam ki tarah utarti hai
Subah ko keh do, kuch der aur ruk jaaye

Palkon band karoon to bhi, tu kahin paas hai
Naqsh teri yaadon ka, har raah mein raas hai
Waqt ke patton pe tera rang chhalakta hai
Aur dil — bas tera, ab aur kya bacha hai?


------------------------------------English Translation--------------
In the Folds of This Quilt

In a quiet quilt, your presence softly stays
I know you by your scent — just like the first time
In its folds, your imprint still lies near
When the breeze stirs, a stream of memories reappears

When you're here, sleep drips down like dew at night
Each moment blooms with love’s gentle light
When you're not, even dawn feels lost and bare
The heart grows heavy, and the breeze just halts in air


That quilt we once wrapped around as one
Still holds the trace of your charms, never gone
Those moments that melted in your hushed replies
Return each night as a tale behind my eyes

When you're here, sleep drips down like dew at night
Each moment blooms with love’s gentle light
When you're not, even dawn feels lost and bare
The heart grows heavy, and the breeze just halts in air

In the city of my heart, there’s a home that’s yours alone
Where my drifting thoughts weave a tale of their own
Each thought unveils a sunrise born anew
And loneliness becomes a path that leads to you

That quilt still holds the warmth you left behind
The air of our moments, in every thread I find
When you're here, sleep drips down like dew at night
Tell the morning — just wait, don’t bring the light

Even with closed eyes, I feel you're near
The map of your memory marks every path clear
On time’s worn leaves, your color softly plays
And this heart — it’s yours, what more remains?
Listen to the audio of this song:
https://youtu.be/C6HCfOfANGQ
Luna Saturne May 18
We sit in the coffee shop—
laughter spilling loud,
hearts full,
like the beans brewed deep in our cups.

For a fleeting moment,
we set the world right,
and nothing exists
beyond us four
and this tiny corner
of time and space.
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