#hops
The reality is that I'm never going to get over this
Maybe I'll grow around the pain
and go on dates
and fake love like I used to
but it would never be the same
I'll never trust anyone like I did
I'll never hope for someone the way I did for you
I'll never love anyone as much as I loved you
That moment in Hamburg airport in a baby blue sweater
With a new haircut
and the excitement of being close again
Walking across Tower bridge hand in hand
talking about how being in love means working on things
like couples therapy
and being honest like your friends did
Still there was a day you decided we stopped working
I came in touching distance of getting everything I ever wanted
of being the person that I should have always been
Of really truly being loved for once
Of really being seen
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
briefling
by michael r. burch
manishatched,hopsintotheMix,
cavorts,hassex(quick!,spawnanewBrood!);
then,likeamayfly,he’ssuddenlygone:
plantfood
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Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
I sauntered towards the alley of my ambitious hopes;
And trusted my instincts in the course of my venture.
But as i carried my way out through the distant slopes,
I found myself wounded by a string of doubts in the fear of failure.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
spark of life
touches earth
leaves crackle and
explode into breath
in deep romance, my
lungs kiss smoke
and Spirit expands within
sinking and
soaking through skin
deep into my roots dripping
into channels of rivers flowing
freely to my brain crackling
with neurons ever grasping
dendritically to reach
nutritious extrapolations
stormy interpretations
and interpolations
crackling
branches of
white birch lightning
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
The Victoria plum-tree that we planted this year
Is now full of blossom that looks lovely from here
The creamy white flowers and the brightest green leaves
Makes beautiful colour as Springtime relieves.
The garden of Winter, this year so wet
Does blossom herald a ‘best Summer yet.’
It’s quite true of course that village life so snug
Can have a tendency to make one feel smug
But for years our’s has struggled, it now has no shops
And a pub that’s near closure though it still sells the ‘hops.’
We don’t take it lightly the community here
For we know we could lose it which would cost us all dear.
It’s not really the money though the costs would be great
But there’d be no Village Hall and no Summer Fete
No chats with our friends over stiles by the field
Nor any more eggs from the local chicks yield.
We don’t take it lightly the community here
And we will fight to keep it which will cost us all dear.
©JRW2014
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC