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Owen Cafe Sep 29
When I was young, I could fly.
From thought to wish to dream to the sky.
When I was becoming, I could think.
I thought I'd thought that they were thinking,
that I was simply thoughtless.
When I was discovering, I could feel.
I could feel the feelings of earth of mind of soul,
those feelings connected though fingertips and goosebumps.
When I fell, I couldn't see.
I could not see that they could see that I was blind,
the view is up when you are down.
When I was climbing, I grew strong.
Could see the bumps in the road, the connections,
the grips, the traps, the full scale of the map.

Then I saw it. Not far now.
Just another corner, my branches are full of colour and life.
I can see the flowers ready to bloom.

Spring is coming, and I am too.
Reflective appreciation of realizing the future.
Nicole Sep 27
In this moment I know of the lingering touch of humanity

Through the urgency of a voice flowing so effortlessly through the rafters

Of a basement,

Reminding me that my bones hold more than just

Disease riddled nerves.

And a small thank you would always suffice

To people who help you

Help yourself

Become whole.
Jay Sep 23
Which cloth am I cut from?
In a menagerie of material
From the crude to the formal
It's frustrating
Where do I belong?
Am I him or her,
Or my very own?
i aint tryna bug ya babe
she is not a thing, she is her and I am me. Shedding things and growing me she was discovered. She was not lost but she certainly was not found. twisting turning life through other people's eyes we see ourselves. she is not a thing or a drug, but I want her I need to be with her have her with me together we can be. be happy, be hopeful, be nothing but together, six it would be, but four mostly. turns and twists, off and on, up and down. when I don't see her or hear her my puzzle misses a piece, incomplete
What you think can heal you or make you whole can make you hole.. missing a peice maybe never to be found
Armour built to protect
Destroyed with your zest,

Anxiety, to never be close
Faded with familiarity,

Hesitation stilled, with
Smile you threw at me,

Silence became bearable
With your arms around me,

Not scared to crumble
You there to catch me
When I stumble,

Not holding anymore
Your singularity captured me whole.
Q Sep 6
i will try for us
with all my broken edges
to complete a whole




*s.q.
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"I will always be in your corner"
if you had never fallen from heaven, i would not have loved those broken wings. if your blood did not trail into my house, you would not lay on my couch as i wrapped you up. i've heard heaven is lovely, free of pain and brokenness — but when you are whole, you do not need someone to complete you. no one looks after you, or asks you how you are. but there is only so long i can tend to your wounds. so why, after all these years, do you not spread your wings to fly? did you really fall from heaven, or did you jump?
LeoH Aug 26
Being rescued
At the eleventh hour
Is not for
The faint of heart

Looking doom
Straight in the eye
Knowing I could be taken down
At any moment

Letting go
And holding on
All in the same moment
Getting to rock bottom

This is my journey
How I get to my truth
For only through
The heat of the forge
Am I made whole
I guess no one said this journey of transformation was going to be easy.
Alexis Aug 24
I offered you my poems,
my equivalent to
being naked .

I was bearing my full nakedness to you,
To you,
Who looked away at the sight .
well **** , that hurt .
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