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Isa May 13
will my day change if the moon is out at 11:37 in the morning
and the sun at 1:02 at night?

will my feelings change with the wind or the waves?
the comparison is the same, and my feelings do not change
lua Mar 8
let me be your girl
your world
and all the inbetween
ill be the the moon, the sun
the stars and the seas
ill be the rain, the snow
the hail, and the heat
i could tell you all i know
and all youll ever feel
ill be your crash course
the cause of your all-nighters
ill be your wake up call
and the whisper in your dreams
ill be everything i could ever be
ill be yours
i could be yours.
Its time to ******* rise
Rise above all the *******
Rise above this pain

Let yourself soar
Go after your desires
Make it happen now

We have had our wake up call
So make it happen
Fulfill your wants and needs
Say what you need to
Be unafraid

******* rise up
Be whole my spirit
Bless me with the good
Fullfill me
Release any fear

Rise up
Its now
Its time
Let us be whole
Time is now
Rise Rise Rise

© Jennifer L DeLong  🦏2/27/2021
jia Jun 2018
i heard you treasure your anklet,
to lose it you won't let,
in that case, I wanna be that bracelet,
that you'll never forget

you say you love this band,
though I do not really understand.
but if you demand,
I'll let myself be ******

and you tell you like your coffee
with a little side of berry,
if so let me be your cherry
if only you just let me.

true enough I liked you first,
these feelings perhaps are cursed.
however even in your worst,
i'd still wanna be yours.
i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys
Kama Feb 21
But we
We’re not a spark baby ,
We’re a burning fire
You’re the one I most desire
B Bonnete Feb 8
In a world where me is you
I contemplate who I really am
Maybe the remains of old chalkboard dust
Maybe the sunrise that no one got to see
Maybe yours
Maybe in a past life, I was yours
And coffee was bitter but mornings were sweet
And the music I wore followed me into the street
I say this because the first day I layed eyes on your face
I remembered it from my dreams
The first time I heard you speak,
I remembered you singing me to sleep
The first time I saw your figure
I remembered holding it close to me on nights where no one else understood that the ground on which I stood was enflamed and you were the one to unroofed the whick without fear of burning
I remember a lot of things about you
Like the way your hands fit mine to allow no crevices untouched
Perfectly intertwined
But it wasn’t perfect
Of course it wasn’t
Because perfect would mean that we were void of flaws
But my darling your flaws are what made me fall for you in the first place
And I fell hard
But instead of bringing me back up, you layed down next to me and looked over
Under the endless infinity of galaxies, you hid behind beautiful pairs of hazel eyes
And said “I’m not going anywhere. If you’re down so am I”
And so we fell together
But the wounds were preemptive
These wounds we filled with poems
And letters
And roses
These wounds we filled with passion
And love
And cardboard boxes
These wounds we filled with each other
So when I see you
And I feel like my chest is holding a pride of starved lions
Just know
That nostalgia brings me back
To a better time
A time where I was
These orchids are yours, and with them, all colours known to earthly sight.

They shall prove rigid, ever blocking Time's course, professing eternity their right.

Roses express my affections well; blooming amidst the warmth of Summer, fed to satisfaction by the dew of your lips . . . yet they shall wither.

Then dry dust shall be my affections' well; blooming Lycoris Radiata legions advancing amidst the warmth of Death's banner . . . Towards our love's ellipse . . .


These orchids are yours, and with them, the multi-folded papers from which their fibres and petals are equally composed. These are humble gifts, but were they to boast: "We orchids offer to thine love, an eternity; an assurance of perpetuity, by toast."
little lion Feb 2
I can feel myself returning
back to that same spot:
yours, in everything but title.

yet I can't stop myself from hoping and dreaming and praying that
maybe this time
you'll be mine, too.
even though I know you never will be.
I was a fool to think I could ever talk myself out of loving you.
Kyle Jan 24
Tell yourself you're beautiful or handsome,
be proud of it.
It's your look not theirs.
Follow your dreams,
don't hesitate.
It's your dreams not theirs.
Accept yourself and life.
Live your life with happiness and purpose.
It's your life not theirs.
Be confident and believe in yourself.
You are you, you're not them.
To everyone: Believe in yourself. Accept yourself. Live your life with happiness. Be proud of yourself
M E Ronan Dec 2020
Line of charcoal running along,
On the surface of the paper,

Same lines follows your index finger,
On the surface of my skin,

Twirling, looping,
Continuing patterns,

Outlines of my life
On both,
the paper and the skin,

One owns the body,
The other one is mine,

But both are
Wrinkled and trashed.
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