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If i could weave the words of love for you on a fabric, the unending stitching of your name will be fluent in the language of my heart's rose is lighted with the devotion of your glance that is ablaze, touch me closer now, oh brooding one of the night, for I am your moon with the healing light.
Skyla GM Jun 30
It was always the words I said.
It was never the way I said them—

never the way I screamed,
never the way I whispered,
never the way I spoke with eloquence,
sweetness, kindness, or grace.

It was never the way I spoke with wisdom,
or the way I spoke with knowledge.
Never the way I spoke as a woman,
or the way I spoke as a friend.

It was never the way I spoke
with tears in my eyes,
or with a clenched fist.

It was always the words I said—
the words you didn’t want to hear,
the words you refused to hear,
the words you refused to listen to.

Words that would have made you care,
that would have forced you to act,
that would have demanded you
to sacrifice something.

It was never how I said them
that turned you away from me.

It was always the words themselves—
that you refused to believe.
Mélissa Jun 30
My wrist is getting heavy
How long now have I sat here staring?

I was supposed to be reading
And I'm sure to an outsider that's how it must have seemed

Instead,
the open pages were sunbathing
My right pointer holding one as if to turn it

For, possibly, the past hour

Frozen, but time wasn't

And I had wasted some

Something had triggered something
And just like that
My mind was gone

The rays were burning words
Just like words can burn a heart

It surely wasn't the author's fault
It's been happening to me quite a lot

For, possibly, the past thirty years
Ricardo Diaz Jun 29
Eu te quero, wouldn't cut it.
Então, eu preciso de você, tried to.
Mas tudo o que eu conseguia fazer era desejar sua existência.
Eu te quero com toda a minha sede
Eu te desejo loucamente
Não quero pegar leve esta noite.
Quero você de joelhos, olhos brilhantes, boca cheia.
Quero você engasgando com cada centímetro até seus lábios incharem e seus pensamentos desaparecerem.
Espere só.
Mantenha seus óculos.
E então eu vou te dobrar e fazer você esquecer como falar.
Chega de Google Tradutor
Quero te deixar meu coracao para tudo tempo de meu vida.

A hi buleni.
É a nossa língua, então vamos conversar.
Talvez você queira falar em Changana.
CE Uptain Jun 29
******* WORDS,
A BUNCH OF ******* WORDS
THAT’S ALL I HAVE LEFT,
A BUNCH OF ******* WORDS

WRITE, ******* WRITE, WRITE,
WRITE SOME ******* WORDS
WRITE, WRITE, WRITE MY ******* WORDS

******* WORDS,
THEY’RE JUST ******* WORDS
WHY EVEN ******* BOTHER
THEY’RE JUST ******* WORDS

******* WORDS IN MY HEAD
******* WORDS ON MY PAGE
******* WORDS,
THEY’RE ONLY ******* WORDS
I guess I was mad at the paper.
Now, What are
these F*S gonna do today???
they always got
something not pleasant to say!!!
they are just
wanting things to go their way,
as always, it's
gonna be a sloppy day,

Now, I gotta deal
with these circus clowns,
a lot of them, I wished
were never around,
some are just loud, and
some are obnoxious,
they are working
my nerves, and are just Atrocious!!

I am just here trying to do my work,
gotta massive migraine, and
my head really hurts,
I am trying to stay calm,
someone might get punched,
OH NO, NOT AGAIN,
WHO DONE STOLED MY LUNCH??

all I want to do is get
through this SHIFT,
I AM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO
DROP IT, and QUIT,
IT'S GOT 401(k), and GREAT BENEFITS,
SO, DON'T GIVE UP NOW,
because,
YOU CAN DO IT!!!

some co-workers, I think
are really cool, and
others I think are nothing but fools,
but that's alright, I willbe okay,
It's just sometimes, I be having bad days,

Some days are bad, and
some days are good,
some days, I wish
that a IMBECILE WOULD!!!

Now, the SHIFT IS OVER,
What more could I say,
just trying to make it clear:
IT IS NEVER A GOOD DAY!!!!


B.R.
Date: 6/27/2025
Is this you are reading into this???
RedSparrow567 Jun 27
Whispers in my mind, voices in my head
Scattered thoughts turned to scratches of lead
What does it mean? What has it said?
It's nothing but words cold and dead
Scatters of verse tangles of meaning
Only time will tell what these thoughts are gleaning
Will the words I write do their part
To slowly heal my shattered heart
Ink flows on the page
Whispers of stories so bold
Time held in each line
Revealing past deeds untold
Words act as a guage
Of our thoughts, from young to old
Baring through the age
When gazing on words untold
By turning each page
Growth of ideas unfold
Structured as a 5:7:5 haiku, but I tried to make it rhyme.
CE Uptain Jun 26
The hand is slower than the spoken word
I write so slow, I’m barely heard
Each word is a careful choice
Each word my only voice

My soul in words I’ve written down
Quietly I rage without a sound
Baring ******* my pen to feel
What’s on the page, what is real
Any poets agree?
Can we be together,
On July 14th?
At the perfect palace park,
In some kingdom far away.
Six years from now,
We'll be in Boston,
Strolling down the shores.
Hand in hand,
I'll trace my finger over the ring,
I placed on yours.
Together forever,
Separated never,
The same word,
Written in different fonts.
I never want to be without her
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