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Falling in love is not rational. It's madness. A beautiful, wonderful moment of magnificent insanity.

Look into my eyes...

and they say
"I'm obsessed with you. Utterly, willingly, and wonderfully"
Kayla Gallant Sep 2019
Lie across
Train tracks
Without fear
Call it insanity
Yet you stand
Hand on chest
Pledging your life
To the men
Who dictate you
mindless sheep
Heidi Franke Apr 2019
So many vacancies. Halls and streets vaped.
No air. No hearts. Vacant lands and souls.
Be a hand.
Be a thread.
Be a source.
Be love.
Be the patience.
The light
     the chair.
where you can invite someone to sit. Spend time.
Where each other can
fill up the world again.
Willingly wise using time.
Fractures will fade
Patches of hope,
will grow again.
Sweet fragrant spring grass.
Heidi Ludwiczak Aug 2017
I own me ~

You can hold me ~

Take me ~
but in the end ~

I Let you handle me

I own me ~

Neither your kiss or your caress,

will ever assigned myself to you

I enabled you to hold me ~

Willingly, Fully
This short poem is about owning yourself, you only give what you want to someone. You have the power to give something with limits. No one own you but yourself. Never think someone own you for any reason, you control your life as you please.
Hao Nguyen Apr 2016
Let these words manifest,
collecting light particles
to form blinding orb pairs:
weightless, mysterious---
unrecognizable to untrained eyes.

Let these condensed suns travel
at their own patience pace
down the desperate path:
unaware, hunting---
aiming to impact with wanderers.

Let this vehicle of literature
resonate earth and air
as they who stand before:
afraid, curious---
awaiting the damage yet inflicted.

Let the impact pass like typhoons,
thrashing warm winds and caressing rains
to sooth the fragile forsaken soul:
trembling, confused---
contemplating the value of their breath.

Let the moment remain frozen,
growing between forever and never,
sending important subliminals to foresight:
love, patience---
reminding the willingly forgetful.

— The End —