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Mrs Timetable Feb 2020
Pleasant nap time
Windows shining through
The filtered sun right amount
Please stand still
Like a broken clock
I wish it didn’t count
Nap time should be a freebie
liakey Feb 2020
i would rather be perceived for an eternity as a fool than for a single moment as a cold soul.
call me a fool.
MSunspoken Feb 2020
What’s the big deal?
Those who obsess
Over the cruelest thing
And continue to address
All the problems it brings
Why even bother?
With that grueling temptation
That scars you so
resulting in a lifetime of medication
Who wants that?
Hurt set so deep
Forever a bleeding memory
Intruding on those nights hollow of sleep
Is it really worth it?
The sort of warmth you may feel
Although fleeting-
May it be real
May it be a memory worth keeping
What’s the reason?
For letting oneself fall
Right on their knees-
Becoming so small
As  light as the breeze
But maybe?
They might not want it at all-
Those pesky butterflies,
That siren call
Bringing your soul to life
Is it forced?
The speed of their heart
The feel, that warmth-
The pain of being torn apart
Why do it?
All one can ask for-
Is a companion in life
Life?
****** be the people-
Fate carries on no matter what
And love?
Always demands an encore!
May we never forget those who left us, hurt us, or just couldn't care less?
Of Course!
But that feeling of remembrance is too sweet to deny...
until you find yourself alone.
Acina Joy Feb 2020
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The universe out there
grows far beyond our reach
every second, every breath,
every step, and every minute
of our counting days.
In those little moments,
stars are born, planets die,
galaxies stretch even further,
and the skies stay blue as the world
beyond grows farther than we can
ever comprehend.

Yet, somehow, the world
seems to stop, and hold its breaths,
as it narrows itself down
to you. Your wondrous spirit,
debilitating mind, and your kind,
kind heart.

Though the world may be expanding, growing ever far and wide. You're a world within this world, unbound by time, endless.
Iggy Chuck Jan 2020
If you ever ask me
how I really feel about you,
I’ll say that 

even though we’re hundreds miles apart
I can still feel your fingertips
wander through the lining of my skin
and the warmth of your lips follow in cadence

I’ll say that 
I fall asleep thinking about you
and wake with you being my first thought

That’s how I feel,
I feel you all the time,
all over.
Gabriel burnS Jan 2020
а може би през зимата дърветата цъфтят, но наобратно
ей така, невидимо
под почвата
дълбоко стиснала клепачите
улегнала във сънища за топлото

и там съвсем наяве
измежду стените на дома им
скрити за очите на света и чуждото
под завивки и завеси
цветовете им се сбъдват

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And maybe trees in winter blossom backwards
Just like that, invisibly
Beneath the soil
That deeply clenches eyelids
Set in dreams of warmth

And there awoken truly
Between their walls of home
Hidden from the world’s foreign eyes
Within the sheets and curtains
Their colors come embodied
translation
kain Jan 2020
Late morning
In a slush of wet snow
The early, indignant barks
Of neighborhood dogs
Fills in the spaces
Between soggy snowflakes

The warmth of the radiator
Settles over me like a wave
A warm wash of lethargy
Over my already tired blankets
Two hours left until my day begins.
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