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Ahmad Attr Nov 2021
The sun was a little tilted that eve
In the tall yellow sunflower fields
His brunette head drowned
He yelled at me, not knowing my name
Lost in his town
Day 1 in this alien city and I lost my way home
From a distant candy shop
Not knowing what to do,
I followed his frisky voice into the field
And I saw his face
Chai colored, young as mine
Hazel brows, Honey eyes
Peachy lips, smooth and fine
A face that is meant to be painted
He asked me things
I answered briskly
Every word of his mouth stirred up the ocean in me
He made me forget about the lump in my throat
Now I was lost in this uneasy ocean on his boat
He took me to the hem of the meadows
The setting sun painted his face with gold
I could see the small silk fibers shining
On his face, on his arms
Noticing my rising frown in the dark,
He held my hand and ferried me to his house
Day 1 in this alien city,
Sitting in a stranger’s house
What was it that made me stay?

He said
‘’do you love video games?’’
I was entertained
by the shifting pixels on the screen
I forgot home as I got lost
In his laughs, in his shouts, in his profanity
His unbridled stories
About his street fights
His father in abattoir
And his collection of RC cars

I was still lost
When his father took me to my worried family
That night I stayed awake with my ruddy face
I couldn’t stop thinking
About when he repeated my name
It sounded strange on his boyish grin
I laid supine all night
My eyes got heavy in the sockets
His fine skin on his rugged fingers
His cool voice out of his warm mouth
My mind fought wars to keep me awake
Dancing in the ballroom of his thoughts
But I chose to dream of him

I woke up to sun at the zenith
Day 2 in this city known for its sweet clementine
I wondered sour in the rented house, passing the time
Whistling of the tea pots
Scratching of the crayons
Talking of the lands and plots
I made my way out to get lost again
From sycamore floors to the grass outdoors
Away from the heart and into the veins of this city again
I retraced every step
His voice ringing in my head
Until it resonated with his yell
Draw-string shorts, with polka dots
And a loose flopping white tank-top
We walked to the golden field again
Talking about the things
That the 12 years on Earth had taught us
The now-failed dreams,
Favorite cartoons, games and Ice-creams
He showed me his colorful bruises
One he got from a fishing hook
One he got from a dog bite
One he got from tree fall while stealing clementine
I had none to show, but a birthmark
I lifted my trouser up to my thigh
To show the unusual pink
He unblushingly touched it
Pressing his hard fingers deep in the soft skin
Soon the sun hung at our eye level
In the spotlight of hundreds of sunflowers
We parted our eyes from each other’s
To let the setting star disappear before our eyes

He walked me back to my home
I didn’t look back
but I knew he kept watching me leave,
Walk inside the ajar door
Day 2 in this alien city
Running from the house
What made me do it?

The girl in the TV shouted
‘’Do you love me?’’
I was bored
The melodramatic soap operas
Telephones ringing
screeching children
Back to this mundane vacation
I sat frowning all night
Their voices burning over me
‘’Eat the supper’’
‘’At least enjoy a little bit’’
‘’We’ll be leaving tomorrow’’
‘’Spent some time with us’’
Until the sentence reverberated
‘’We’ll be leaving tomorrow?’’
I laid supine all night
My eyes got heavy in the sockets
I should’ve turned around
I thought,
I should’ve said goodbye
Or waved my hand, or smiled
I knew I couldn’t fight my underpowered body
So I slept, dreamless
And restless I awoke to dry breakfast
Hurrying footsteps
Packing of bags
And revving of the engine
Day 3 in this ephemeral city
the time was galloping faster and faster
And before I knew it,
I was stuffed in the backseat of the car
Moving, pressing against the asphalt
I kept looking outside the window
Thinking ‘’maybe, just maybe..’’
And there he was
Holding his stupid little RC car
In front of the golden field
Both of us waved at each other
His hay colored hair swayed in the wind
With his careless alluring grin
I saw him slowly fading
I kept looking back at him
And he kept watching me leave

Looking back at that miraculous day
In such Jocund company,
The poet could not but be gay
I know this is long but it's one of my favourite pieces I've ever written
Belle Jul 2021
How I know you are my best friend:
Everytime something good happens I want you to know
I enjoy your company
I genuinely love you
When I go somewhere I wish you were there with me
I have an unlimited amount of respect for you and you respect me back
You want to help me and make sure I'm okay and I want to do the same for you
You actually care.
My mom loves you
You want to talk about our lives and hardships and don't care if I vent
Thank you for being my best friend. For being you.
stephannie Mar 2021
i turn the volume up,
just like any other day,
"don't be wrong anymore,"
to his heart he says.
she's doing the same pep talk
somewhere out there,
swaying to the music,
i just couldn't care.

cause your words are lullabies
that puts me at ease,
and envelops my soul
against the cold breeze.
in the calmest mountains,
to you i melt,
through the wildest storms,
your fire is felt.

and for every time i doubt
and ask for a hint,
your love bursts in me
like a million soaked mints.
threading oceans for you
could never be wrong,
but if that's foolish,
i'll just sing to this song.
it won't stop falling
ALEX Mar 2021
What is happiness for you?
Is it seeing the sun shine in the sky or smelling the scent of a loved one?
Or is it neither?
Most people live each day wishing that they would be happy, or happier.
Is happiness a feeling or a choice?
Or is it the right combination of both?
Do you become happy when you choose to or when you naturally feel it?
Or do happiness choose you?
No one knows.
Because the answer is felt and unspoken.
long time no see!
SA Szumloz Jan 2021

It is said that laughter is the best medicine:

It is the pint of ice cream after a tooth-pulling,
Numbing the senses with sweet satisfaction

The glass of Nebbiolo after a stressful week,
Nectar for the ones who sleep with open eyes

The wet, slobbery kiss of a dog after a long day,
Wiping the **** and frown off the aging face

And the hug that makes you smile and cry,
All at the same time...

Laughter is like a warm embrace,
A tormented spirit finally liberated
From the ashen prisons of the soul
It emerges from the shadows,
Traveling through the catacombs
Of the heart flooded with tragedy
And into the light, opening its arms
To you and everyone around you
Welcome it into your home
Because God knows

Laughter resurrects temples.

I had such a good laugh today. I swear, it almost took away all the tension I've been feeling the past few days. I haven't laughed like that in a long time.
Man Nov 2020
she was a spring morning
in the weary winter months
that now consumed him

a dawn indomitable

and like a fresh plucked flower
he sought not the wax
but gypsum

to have her grow again
angel Nov 2020
you may pretend/have innocence,
but we both know that you're mind
is far from virginal, honey

yesterday's draft 11/10/20
Words' Worth Nov 2020
We never came here, our love was too unkind
Two people in love, the extras an escape
Our love became empty, shapeless, and blind
My lungs blackened by the poisonous heartbreak
d Sep 2020
They say that in the final 30 seconds of your life, you see either the  best moments, or the entire thing flash before your eyes. I couldn't really differentiate between the two;
Thirty. One of the most memorable performances of my life, the day you caught my eye from amongst the crowd. Twenty-seven. That day my friends and I hung out at the pool and laughed so much that I nearly died. Twenty-three. When we were at your place and I cut and colored my hair, all in your bathroom sink. Fifteen. All of us, sleep deprives, but lazily singing and dancing on the pavement nonetheless because school was out. Eleven. My hands hold yours. Your lips hold mine. Six. The final sunset I'd ever witness. Three. Your eyes. Zero.
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